Normally I wouldn’t trouble these pages with news of something so desperately uncool (See! I am the Fearne Cotton of the blogging world), but just a quick mention that Sal and I saw the Finn Brothers at the Albert Hall last night (hey, get over it: I’m going out with an Antipodean, it’s what they do), if only to highlight some shockingly shabby journalism I discovered.
You see, we weren’t really expecting the gig to take place at all, considering that their former bandmate, Paul Hester, had committed suicide in Melbourne over the weekend, and according to the fine journalists at Melbourne’s The Age, which is a kind of Australian Daily Mail, it didn’t: an article of theirs that I read on Tuesday afternoon reported that the brothers had already flown home to be with friends and family.
It could have been worse–on Monday afternoon I read a report in the Sydney Morning Herald about how the brothers had played an emotional gig on Monday night, reunited with Crowded House bass player Nick Seymour who had flown from Dublin specially. They did indeed play on Monday, but the only problem with the report was that I was reading the article on their website several hours before the gig took place.
Why are you so defensive about going to a Finn Brothers concert(‘desperately uncool’ you say)?
Neil Finn is the dog’s bollocks – one of the finest songwriters of his generation – as Johnny Marr, Radiohead and many of his other desperatly uncool fans will testify.