Breaking the silence

I haven’t watched the webcam for years. The last time Griffin played at the Bedford, I was there (I think – it’s a long time since I knew such things so precisely). Once upon a time, I would have felt such heartache that I wasn’t there tonight. Now, do I wish I was there? Not really, though it is the Bedford, and that’s a bit special - and I’d like to be with friends, as Corinne, Dean and Director Boy are there, but I can appreciate the music on line.

The set list is the one I’ve heard over the last few gigs, with one addition, and performed acoustically. Naked is slow, and beautiful, and I love it like this, noting all the lyrics. So much of the magic has faded, but I wonder if I will ever tire of the sound of his voice. Somehow, listening remotely, sitting in my kitchen with only the cat for company, I can appreciate it without distractions.

About halfway through the set comes the comment about how quiet people are, and an attempt at a ‘joke’ about a badger, ‘anything to break the silence’. I think he could put up a banner and no one would notice. It falls flat, and he gives up, and just keeps singing. I’ve Lived is next. I sing along loudly in the kitchen. I couldn’t do that in the Bedford.

The final song is Silent Suicide, as I’d expected. I love it, and again, I’m singing along (at this point the cat has retreated back to the sofa, she’s a harsh critic).

It’s been an odd experience, doing this again, but it has lifted me after a pretty cr***y day at work, and that has to be good.