farewell the mighty king blues
Wednesday, April 4, 2012 at 04:37AM I am still struggling to take in the news that the King Blues, the inspiration behind this website, have announced that they have split. They leave behind them a gaping void in the music business, the hearts of thousands of dedicated and fiercely loyal fans. But they also leave behind a legacy of powerful, meaningful and just pain brilliant music that will never go away.
I could talk for hours about the King Blues; about how Itch’s crowd-surfing broke my rib the first time I ever saw them; about their willingness to allow me the backstage access and how their ongoing encouragement made this website possible; about how their afternoon set at Glastonbury 2009 remains the finest example of live music performance I have ever seen (and for someone who is at gigs three and four times per week, that’s saying something).
Sure, there have been some lows along the way: Fruitbag’s departure; the delayed release of Punk & Poetry; the overly-poppy Holiday. But when I look back over the past three years, they are filled with highlights.
Of course, the key members of the band will re-emerge with new bands and new ventures. But the thing that marked the King Blues as unique – a feeling of a bunch of herberts against the world – will be lost forever; and music will be poorer for their demise.
But while I currently feel like a close friend has died, I will not allow this post to be sidetracked by emotion. The King Blues gave me so much to be thankful for. Through their music, I discovered politics and activism; I met some amazing people both inside and around the band; I visited some great (and some not so great) venues; and for an all-too-brief period, I got to feel what it must’ve felt like to be a punk in 1977.
In a music world of style over substance, the King Blues stood like a beacon of hope; a hope that music could still mean something; a hope that music could just change the world.
So to Itch, Jamie and the rest of the band, I would just like to say thank you for all the incredible memories and experiences; thanks for your support, encouragement and friendship; and thanks, of course, for the music.
“...The smell of cider, and sweaty bodies, will always remind me of you...”
Love always
Courteney
