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Rating: Unexpected like a squirrel that suddenly crosses the road while you're driving on a mountain road.
Free like a flight of birds in the sky.
Imperfect, like the "flaw" in the security system that allowed me to follow the concert a few steps away from Linkous, beyond the barriers.
Often of a heartbreaking and wonderful beauty, like Saturday and its performance.
Equally often narcoleptic like Sad and Beautiful World composed with the breath of the sleepy sun in the early hours of the morning.
Not understood by the majority of the "just entertain me, I have nothing to do tonight and it's free" audience, as perhaps a good part of these lines of mine.
More than a concert, a quick reminder of almost all the sweetest and most genuine fruits (the transgenic ones from the latest album we mostly left in the basket this time) of the Sparklehorse musical tree (besides Saturday, with its heartbreaking melancholy, Sad And Beautiful World, Hearth of Darkness, Saint Mary, Sea of Teeth, Painbirds, and others).
Who could have imagined years ago, in the middle of the Sparklehorse infatuation, that I would manage to convince Mark Linkous to sing me "Hundred of Sparrows" live so I could "dance" to it, embraced with my daughter just a few steps from him, under the puzzled eyes of my wife?
The rest of the words and images, and a few more words on who Sparklehorse are for the uninitiated, are yours, dear Qzerty (I saw you, I saw you...).
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