It isn’t every day that I feel like I’m on the winning end of something, but today – or last night, rather, I did feel a little uplifted. Eagles of Death Metal returned to Paris, and I must admit it is one show that I wish I could have attended. I’m not even a EODM fan, but their cause matters to me because I love music.
Not all that long ago, I remember sitting at my computer. I’d just finished watching Duran Duran play at the Eiffel Tower, and I was monitoring Twitter while working on a project with my kids for school. I began seeing tweets about something going on in Paris, so I switched on the TV to CNN. It was then that I heard about the attacks at the soccer game and Bataclan, along with other restaurants in Paris. Naturally my thoughts went to Nick, John, Simon, Roger and Dom….which led to the longest half-hour (or so) of my life, as I waited to hear that all was fine. That was a terrible afternoon and evening, even after seeing that all members of Duran Duran were fine. Average, regular people – concert goers like myself or anyone reading, had just gone to see a band play, and didn’t go home.
That night sticks with me. Here I am, sitting at a computer about half the world away – nowhere near Le Bataclan or the terrorist shootings, and I still feel the pain. A certain part of my utopia was crushed that night, because when I go to a concert, I leave the world at the door. That is my time to reflect on nothing but the music, and like anyone else, I treasure that time. I am sure many, if not everyone in attendance to see EODM that night, feel similar.
Then there is EODM. I can’t fathom their pain, or their anxiety about playing live again. To be engrossed in a performance and then look up to see a massacre like that must have felt like something out of a horror movie. But it was of course, all too real. How does one go on from that? I don’t have any clue. But they did.
So last night in Paris, the band played on. There were 2,800 people gathered at The Olympia, including 900 survivors and family members from the attack, which killed 89 “friends of the band” in the club that night. There were counselors present, and from everything I’ve read, it wasn’t about sadness, but about moving on. During their first encore, they played their cover of Save a Prayer. I know that had I been there – it would have been impossible to remain stone-faced and dry-eyed.
It isn’t my interest to comment on gun control, or the laws of other nations on this blog. I leave that stuff at the door here just as I do when going to a concert. Jesse Hughes – the lead singer of EODM, said something that I think sums up my thoughts perfectly. “I don’t really care about guns,” he told CNN. “My weapon is a guitar.”