Can we all just take a minute to appreciate the majesty of Patti Smith? I saw her on Monday at the Round House in Camden, where she played a set in the line up for the Hoping for Palestine benefit concert.
There she stood, a 71 year old woman, in an oversized charity t-shirt with long grey hair cascading down her back, and she sang - loudly, passionately and unapologetically - about things that matter.
And in between songs she read poetry and she swore and she spat on the floor and she cursed Trump and North Korea and she told us all we were powerful. And yeah, none of this sounds very ladylike but I don’t think Patti Smith gives two fucks about what it means to be ladylike and I completely and utterly fell in love with her for it.
What a gift, to be able to make people feel powerful; to inspire and excite and to communicate with passion. There was no ego, no entitlement, no status assigned to any of it, just a smart, sassy, fierce and spirited woman with the ability to electrify a room. I wanted to shout from the rooftops that everyone needed to gather round. Everything would be alright if only everybody heard what she said: Love is always the answer.
I didn’t think I’d find a new hero at the age of 33. But I found one in Patti Smith that night.