At the start of the Weekend of Sister, I finished work and met her outside Covent Garden tube station. Well, eventually, after a conversation of “I went past the Apple store? I went past David and Goliath?” “Do you see Whitt…. I SEE YOU! STOP WALKING!”
We went for a steak (I love a steak) and then went to take our seats ready for the Snow Patrol gig at the 02. Having been given tickets, I was fearing that they were standing. I like going to see live music, but I am only content with standing if I love the band and can dance along singing to the tracks with merry abandon. Seeing as I could only think of one song that they had done (If I lay hyyyyyyere, if I just lay hyyyyyyere), I was a bit worried that I might suffer from a case of boredom and want to go home, but have to stay as my sister loves them.
That wasn’t the case.
And I can barely look at you/But every single time I do/I know we’ll make it anywhere/Away from here
When we got there, we were ushered to a suite. A suite? Right. Fanceh. We grabbed a drink and took our seats, ready for the show. The warm up act were called Everything Everything; the sort of band that apparently people had heard of, but seeing as I listen to Magic, I hadn’t. Little sister and I concluded that they were the sort of band that you could listen along to while chatting, but not the sort whose CD we would buy.
When Snow Patrol came on, I was pleasantly surprised. The lead singer has a fantastically haunting voice, and as they started their set I suddenly remembered. Snow Patrol were the soundtrack to my summer the year I left school. Every song that I recognised took me back to a place; a garden in the sun or a room in the house that I used to live in, and I smiled. Every memory was something that shaped the person I am today, and I loved it.
Strain this chaos turn it into light /I’ve got to see you one last night /Before the lions take their share /Leave us in pieces, scattered everywhere
Little Sister was in her element too. She looked at me when I didn’t recognise the songs, incredulous that I had never heard the melodies before. It turns out her friend supported them a few years back, and I think she has been in love ever since, something that I was totally unaware of.
So my verdict? They aren’t a band that I would have chosen to go and see, but once I was there I realised how many songs of theirs I had on my iPod, and how many songs I knew the words to. The lead singer has a haunting voice that leaves you mesmerised, and when he dedicated a song to his four-year old niece who was in the crowd, I welled up. It was a fantastic night, and I would definitely go again.