On
March 14th, 2017, I traveled to Brno to meet Mael and Bedschibaer and see a show by a little band called Swans. This life-changing event singlehandedly launched me from a casual fan of a few things they'd done into a raving, ranting obssessive who was happiest when buried in their massive, massive catalog. I absorbed everything I could get from this incredible collective. I was so addicted, I forced my band to play The Glowing Man (starts
3:17, or
13:36). So, on October 27th, 2017, I traveled from Prague to Berlin solely to see them again. In the sea of horrible shit that's been going on for me lately, this concert was the one thing I was really, truly looking forward to, and it was even better than I hoped. Afterwards, I once more met my hero, Michael Gira.
I typed this while wearing the signed Glowing Man tshirt I got. I don't think I'll ever take it off, or take the ticket I bought from some lady out of my wallet. God bless Swans. They're all absolutely phenomenal but Christopher Pravdica especially is goddamn amazing. Hail Gira.