Hello again friends! I apologize for missing yesterday’s post, but I’ve got a great way to make up for it! If ever there was an appropriate way to start a November week, it’s got to be watching Morphine rock the stage like only they could.
Morphine come with a particular seasonal baggage, they grow on you, slowly, like a sort of sweet drowsiness, perfectly timed with the late fall mists which keep assaulting the city early in the morning and come nightfall. This is music which makes you want to retreat, with your clique and a sea of wine, have endless conversations, like lazy swimming, and thus find the cure for pain. Alright, enough Morphine references, I’m obviously at a loss for words when it comes to these guys, save for gimmicks and tricks. Just enjoy Mark Sandman’s smooth honesty and Dana’s unbelievable triangle skills. See you soon!