I was there. I stood about 30 feet from the stage. I saw this happen, and it was without any doubt the most amazing, spellbinding, bewitching gig I have ever attended.
We knew it was being filmed - the show was put on just for that reason, since Bjork wasn’t touring at the time. I was up in Cambridge visiting a friend a few days before, and we walked past the Corn Exchange and saw the poster. There were only a few tickets left, so we walked right in and bought some on the spot. Ever since, I have looked out for a Bjork in Cambridge recording but never saw one - I just assumed that the DVD release got canceled or postponed for some reason.
Then the other evening, pissing about on YouTube, I found a pile of Bjork stuff, including 20 or more songs recorded on that night. My eyes lit up, and I spent a while re-living the best gig I have ever seen. It was one of those I-bloody-love-the-internet moments; you know the kind I mean.
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Love the face she pulls at the end. After all that emotional singing she celebrates like a footballer. Fantastic
Well . . . you sit here in your dressing gown thinking you’ll check for emails before doing anything so energetic as washing and you get a email from Pogue Press because you bought a book about Windows XP, then you catch a reference to Macs, which you always preferred to PCs since the early days at the Cambridge Evening News when you play with the 9-inch variety, then spot a headline “Confessions of a scooped journalist” and think that’s bound to be interesting and, lo, you have found the blog of a former colleague (must be). So that’s what you’re doing now — is PA column done with or are you writing the column as a freelance?
The wonders of the internet, although some people don’t always appreciate that (including my wife who is stood behind me, bright as a button and hoping to use this Pc). Must get on . . .
(Oh, and I’m just about to take over the Elsworth village website which can easily be improved although I’ve never played with a website yet. Must be easier than knowing nothing about computers and then training myself and 70 journalists to use them . . . time moves on rather fast.)
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