Dreams and the pretense of study.

Yeah, it's mid-November. That time of year where students Australia-wide increase their caffeine intake and start questioning everything that they've ever done to get them to the stage that they are now. Personally, I've decided I should probably quit university and forgo my dreams of getting a degree. Instead, I'll open up my own cafe somewhere in a trendy spot in the city. I can picture it now. Exposed brick, and industrial counter tops. There will be tea cosies, and little cross-stitched signs with swear words on them. I want little cacti in teapots as center pieces on tables and a chalkboard feature wall. Something sweet and cute, but secretly punk rock.

I start designing my menu and picturing the little elements of my cafe coming together, including my potential regular customers and the conversations they would have in my cafe. At this point, I realise my exams start in approximately three days. Now, I'm not ready to let this dream to die yet, so I've started thinking about what sort of music that would be the ideal playlist to feature in my extremely trendy cafe, and then I found it, hidden within my "study" playlists (I say "study", but let's face it, I am not doing any), something emerged to the top and probably sounded exactly how I wanted my cafe to feel. Tuka's Like a Version cover of "Big Jet Plane."

There's something about Australian music that has a distinctive feel to it; it feels like long drives home and warm sun on your back. The kind of feeling that crunching through fallen Eucalyptus leaves and the smell of the ocean gives you. It feels like coming home. This song is the home I want my imaginary cafe to feel like.

Tuka 

We all know Tuka from the Thundamentals, an awesome Australian hip-hop group from just outside Sydney. Honestly, they have killed their Like a Versions in the past, so it's no surprise that this cover sounded so awesome. Tuka's smooth mixing of rap with Angus and Julia Stone's "Big Jet Plane" is something unto itself. After the other week's Allday disaster (I shan't mention it again, it's too painful), I am happy to say that Australia's hip hop game is still up there. Mixed so effortlessly with Thelma Plum's crooning vocals its gotta be one of my favourite Like a Versions of the year. I can picture it now, mid-morning  at my cafe with this song on the sound system. The smell of coffee beans, the clinking of cutlery on plates and the hum of voices as people enjoy their brunch with their loved ones.

Ah well. It'll be a dream I'll cherish long into the future. But for now, back to pretending to study.

Cheers folks!

Good luck with your studies (or lack there of)!

xx Kristen

Florence and the Machine: What Love Feels Like

Okay, so this is a bit of a different post today. I'm going to get personal, I'm going to get emotional, and just a bit sappy. This post had to be made, though. I couldn't ignore this one and save it for another week. I'll ask for forgiveness in advance, because I know this is going to cause a lot of cringing and eye rolling. If we can get through it, let me tell you I have a lot of fun stuff hanging out in my queue, just hold on. It'll be over soon. To start off with, I'm going to ask you a question.

Do you believe in soul? 

Well, another question if you do: Have you ever felt like the your soul rise? Like some great crescendo of spirit rising from within and with an exhale just being released into the sky? You feel your heart lifting and your ribs expanding and there's like this warmth rising from within. Soon like you're tingly all over and its like this calmness descends.

I think it's such a weird sensation, there's very few experiences in life that make you feel that way.

Perhaps falling in love, or the first time you see snow, or maybe even seeing a baby being born. Soulful moments, heart wrenching moments, moments in your life where nothing matters but what is occurring before you. These moments drag you out of the past and the future, and push you into the present.

Music makes me feel that way. Some songs in particular, they just strike this weird heart chord with me that reaches within and twists and turns and just stops me in my tracks. That's why I find it so hard to listen to music and talk to people, because every now and then I'll hear a song and I have to stop, and I have to listen.

For this reason, I never listen to Florence and the Machine unless I know I can give my full attention to Florence Welch and her band. This is because to me, her music feels like love and her lyrics feel like heaven; there are no other musicians I have ever listened to who have caught my soul in such a manner.

A bit dramatic. But I digress.

When Florence and the Machine's "How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful" world tour named Perth as their first Australian tour location it was a given. I had to go. It was non-negotiable. Exams be damned, I missed seeing her last time, I couldn't let that happen again. This woman with the flame red hair and soft, whispering voice understood me more than any human on the planet. Her music wasn't just "relatable", no, Florence and the Machine pretty much summed up everything I couldn't say, all my thoughts, all my dreams, all the things I had been feeling for the last five years and laid it bare through the power of song. So I did it, I bought my tickets and the date was set. The 7th of November inched it's way along through the year, and finally. Yesterday, it happened. I saw my Queen. I saw the only woman on the planet who understood me, and it was euphoric.

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful

I think I've talked about teenage crushes before. But Florence isn't just a crush for me, you see, it's pure love. I know nothing about her background or who she is as a person. To be honest, I couldn't care less. She could be wearing a sequinned, spandex, morph suit and it wouldn't even matter to me. All I know is her music, and all I know of that music is that there's something about it - whether it's the lyrics or the beats of the drums that resonates in my core.

Florence tells stories in her music; about her life, her emotions, her past. The years have passed and the stories have changed. From Lungs, to Ceremonials, and How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful the theme has changed, the songs have changed, but, the words still ring true. She opened with What the Water Gave Me (which caused my sister and I to grasp each other in awe, we have been singing that song in the lead up to the concert non-stop, almost psychic there). From then the music kept flowing, she reached out and sang every song we knew, every lyric that fell from her lips were echoed on ours. We were spell bound and dizzy from her voice echoing within us.

Entranced, even from the nosebleed section.

Some artists are pretty hit and miss with how they sound on the album and how they sound in live performance. Not Florence and the Machine. This band was MEANT to be heard live. Florence's voice was powerful, stunning, and non-wavering throughout the whole performance. It was stronger in performance, there was passion and fire there that you can't hear on the album. Faultless. She pirouetted, danced, ran and jumped. Her voice remained strong, pure, and perfect. The audience was spellbound, when Florence began to sing, there was silence - soon everyone would start singing with her. Our hands raised in the air, and our bodies swaying. We had nosebleed seats, yet we danced and sung like she was no more than a few meters in front of us. How could we not? I think what made it was Rabbit Heart (Raise it Up) Florence took a lap of the audience. She stopped to embrace her adoring fans, raising their hands up to her. It was unbelievable. Without skipping a beat, she was singing, she was perfect. How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful featured in the middle, inspired from the place with the "biggest, bluest skies I've ever seen". She reached into the audience, a roar erupted from the crowd. If she didn't have us before, she had us then. You could see the hands reaching from the audience, you could see them absorbing every single word she spoke like it was a drink of the coolest, clearest water. We were silent when Florence spoke, we erupted with joy when she sang.

The most beautiful moment, however, was towards the end. Florence and The Machine exited the stage for a small break. Soon, the whole audience were holding their phones out. A sea of twinkling lights. In the dark it was like looking at the night sky. Just magical.

Twinkling stars

I think last night cemented something in my mind that I'd been feeling for years and years. I was allowed to let music be something more than what I hear on the radio; I was allowed to let the music wash over me and make me feel the happiest I had felt in years. I danced like an idiot. I sang even louder. Heading into work with a husky post-concert voice was worth it. Last night was incredible.

Thank you SO much Florence and the Machine. That was the most amazing performance I have ever witnessed. The music on the albums I have owned for all those many, many years will mean so much more now. The songs have life now. Definitely one of the greatest highlights of my year.



 x Kristen

*Beautiful photography provided by my considerate younger sister, I was too enamored to take any*