This act is selfish, it’s not a community endeavour, and it’s counter to that and disruptive. This act is my memory/memories and the trails they leave through this space. Sometimes these memories include you and become entwined in your memories. But these are not totally together, as we both come to this point from our own paths and have our different separate modes of remembrance wrapped in this moment. Last night I went to see Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds play live. In the venue were about six thousand other people, the majority who were there because the music of NC&tBS had touched us all in some way over the last 40 years that Nick Cave has produced music. But these experiences coloured how we felt coming into this collective moment that is now a memory. Not many in the crowd were trying to sleep in 1994 at my friend’s house whilst he blasted “let love in”, and I have no idea how many people also got sick of hearing “Wild Rose” as their (now ex) wives overplayed it. I don’t know the constructs that frame this shared experience that totally becomes individualist even if we want to share it on FB to make it seem like a collective moment. I still have the song “No more shall we part” stuck in my head even though it wasn’t played in the 2 hour set. In time I may even remember it being played that night. There is no collective experience. And as such we approach the space we exist in in the same disruptive way with our memories.
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