The most intense music experience I've ever had was in Reykjavik. We had just arrived to do a 2-week drive around the country on the Ring road. We went in a bar and restaurant for something to eat. It was a two-floor establishment with an upper balcony ringing the bar room, high vaulted ceiling. A bunch of people of all ages showed up, ringing the room. All of the sudden some men started singing, I can't describe it and the acoustic effects. But it made my own chest cavity resonate. Where if I just held my mouth open it felt like I was singing. We were transfixed and sat and enjoyed it for quite some time. It was intense, surreal, hadn't expected it. And I had lived in Ireland. Mind you for quite some time and was pretty used to being in a bar and people spontaneously breaking into song, pulling out instruments etc. I'd actually lived up the street from one of the members of The Dubliners, and in the local bar. And everybody would start singing and telling stories in a circle. But whatever kind of choral tradition that was that I witnessed blew my mind
I'm very lucky as I m going to see the Sex pistols and Frank carter as the vocalist of the original band Paul cook, Glen Matlock, Steve Jones I'm going this Saturday @ the O2 Birmingham
Hope she is ok poor love,cant help wondering who was he whats the police doing he must of used his passport to flee with her plus nobody recognised her all sounds dodgy as hell he must be caught if hes bold enough to grab duffy i doubt hes no fear of the next victim be strong duffy love xxxx
