Love, struck at its greatest chord

Unfathomably awestruck.

The Swell Season, live at Vicar St, Dublin.

Unlike any show I have ever been to.

This show was different. It was more than a display of talent, thought talent was mightily displayed. On stage at Vicar St was a completely authentic exhibition of respect, love, humility, tenderness, and passion. Each and every person on that stage demonstrated raw talent for for treating people right, which, to me, overpowered the phenomenal sound coming through the amplifiers. 

None of the musicians on stage were getting paid. All of the money for the show was being given to Glen Hansard's mother- she works for an organization that helps disabled children, and they were in need of a bus to take the children on trips. So Glen's mom asked him to do a show to raise money, and so he did. 

Glen and Marketa opened the night at 8 o'clock on the dot with a sweet sample of what was the come. After their first song (which could have completed the entire night... they didn't save the best for last), there were about 7 supporting acts. Right up to midnight, artist after artist shared their music with the audience. Each singer or duo was obviously a dear friend of Glen and Marketa's- from where I was standing, I could see Glen standing backstage watching, encouraging, and thoroughly enjoying each of the supporting acts. And it was a family affair as well! Glen introduced his niece at one point, who was performing for her first time, and was absolutely brilliant (though has a strikingly different style than Swell Season... she sang two Leona Lewis songs)!

I had my first experience with true, traditional Irish music as well. One of the supporting acts was this crazy-awesome Irishman, who passionately banged on his boron, danced with his flute, and even threw in an Aboriginal (a culture from Australia's Northern Territory) dream song, on which Marketa harmonized. His music was absolutely beautiful and I used up a good portion of my camera's memory card by video-ing him to share with family at home! 

When it was finally Swell Season's turn (a little before 10 o'clock), most of my joy came from the prominent joy on their faces. Any listener of Swell Season will know that their music flows from delicate, close-knit harmonies to heated vocals accompanied by vehement guitaring. And it all works so, SO well!! And it was absolutely wonderful to witness all this first-hand, to actually see Glen's veins popping out of his neck as he pours out his soul into the microphone with Marketa serenely standing at his side, so pleasant in her red clogs. 

They did a new song (I think he said it was new? It might be on their actual album, which I don't have...yet) called "Moon" and Glen's introduction to it really made me think, and smile. He said it's about the best point of when you're off the path you're meant to be on, that being the point when you realize you're not on the right path. Of course, as the audience was a crowd of Irish, the "moment", if you will, turned funny as a boisterous "YEEEAAA" erupted when Glen alluded to drinking for two weeks straight. 

By the third-to-last song, as I watched Glen fix one of the strings on his guitar (in the middle of a song... no sweat...) I realized that my view walking into this show had been entirely wrong. I began deleting photos of just Glen and Marketa to make room for photos of everyone else on stage. My ticket says "Swell Season" really big, & in smaller letters underneath: "And Friends". But the show should have been "Swell Season & Friends", bolded together on one line with the same size of font. The night was not about Glen & Marketa at all.  The night was about friends making music together. Even we, the audience, were their friends for the night. If somebody shouted out the name of a song, Glen would say "OK", & play it. I don't know if there was even a set list. 

In continuation with the family-affair theme, the crazy-awesome Irishman brought his little daughter on stage during the very last song of the show, Bob Dylan's "Forever Young." His daughter sat on his lap while he played piano, but during the middle of the song she got up and ran around the stage, looking for her mom I suppose. Her mom had to come on stage and get her, and ended up singing with Marketa & Glen for a bit. It was evidently too beautiful for my own good as it brought some tears to my eyes =] Then again, my emotions were all hay-wire anyways because of the song right before "Forever Young", an epic "Fitzcarraldo". The violinist went nuts.

Usually after a show I find it really difficult to walk out & get back to normal life. I'm not saying that I wouldn't have liked to stay enveloped by glorious music of Swell Season & Friends all night, but the 4 hours of non-stop music was so great that I was completely satisfied by the end and felt excited to go out and share life and music with people I love, and inspired to befriend all the lonely people in the world.

I wish I could have just brought you there with me, so that you could understand what I am earnestly trying to illustrate.

God speaks his love to me through music, glorious music, and it is artists like those of Swell Season and all their friends, with their love and devotion, who make it possible for God to do that.