How good it should be to attend a gig for one of your favorite singer, and how sad it was ruined by the fucking organizor...................
I was supposed to enjoy a small gig of Brett Anderson. Suede used to be my top band and I just love BA's voice. Never think I will have the chance to see him in my country but it became true months ago. Pre-ordered tickets and got the position at the third row right in front of him. It was like a dream that second after second, he was going to be there, on the stage, 1 meter away.
It was 9.25 pm and finally here he was. Familiar black dress shirt, familiar smile on the edge of mouth corner. When he started, people cried out. It was like dream. oh yes, a dream. Cruelly been distroied by a unbearable noise from the speaker. He stopped, started again, the noise's there again. He stopped, again; took his tambourine, started, again. But this time the power box of the keyboard just burnt out!
So he left the stage.
We saw staff walking on, starting to check equipments. One person from the organizor announced they got tech problem and would try to fix it within 15min. So we wait. wait. wait. Standing in the row, chatting, playing games. I hated those at the behind rows shouting 'refund!' I was there hoping the gig to start again, not a refund or anything!I just want him back.
It was a very long hour.
Anxious became disappointment when Brett finally came back and said to us, there was no electricity and they could not continue.
There was girls crying, shouting his name and said, please stay, don't go. We have been wating for you so long.
Not means the hour, but the years.
He left.Minutes late, came back, with his guitar.
No word could exactly discribe our joy at that moment when he started to sing The Empress. Only with his guitar, even no mic.
The venue was quite, so quite. Only his guitar and voice. Then there was the chorus, when we sang together.
He blew kisses and waved goodbye.
It was desparate watching him talking with his crew and live members just at the side gate to the back stage. It was heaven when they came back again.
Seven songs without microphone. That's what we had. Because his kind heart.
There were girls quietly whipping tears beside me but kept singing the songs, there were dickheads shouting stupid things and wanted to start a quarrel. I'm too tired to complain about the organizor's stupidity letting us wait for 3 hours to get the refund. All my strength was used to remember the kindness and gentleness of him. Always on my top list.
SETLIST
01 - The Empress
02 - Wheatfields
03 - Brittle Heart
04 - Back To You
05 - The Hunted
06 - Julian's Eyes
07 - Funeral Mantra
I was supposed to enjoy a small gig of Brett Anderson. Suede used to be my top band and I just love BA's voice. Never think I will have the chance to see him in my country but it became true months ago. Pre-ordered tickets and got the position at the third row right in front of him. It was like a dream that second after second, he was going to be there, on the stage, 1 meter away.
It was 9.25 pm and finally here he was. Familiar black dress shirt, familiar smile on the edge of mouth corner. When he started, people cried out. It was like dream. oh yes, a dream. Cruelly been distroied by a unbearable noise from the speaker. He stopped, started again, the noise's there again. He stopped, again; took his tambourine, started, again. But this time the power box of the keyboard just burnt out!
So he left the stage.
We saw staff walking on, starting to check equipments. One person from the organizor announced they got tech problem and would try to fix it within 15min. So we wait. wait. wait. Standing in the row, chatting, playing games. I hated those at the behind rows shouting 'refund!' I was there hoping the gig to start again, not a refund or anything!I just want him back.
It was a very long hour.
Anxious became disappointment when Brett finally came back and said to us, there was no electricity and they could not continue.
There was girls crying, shouting his name and said, please stay, don't go. We have been wating for you so long.
Not means the hour, but the years.
He left.Minutes late, came back, with his guitar.
No word could exactly discribe our joy at that moment when he started to sing The Empress. Only with his guitar, even no mic.
The venue was quite, so quite. Only his guitar and voice. Then there was the chorus, when we sang together.
He blew kisses and waved goodbye.
It was desparate watching him talking with his crew and live members just at the side gate to the back stage. It was heaven when they came back again.
Seven songs without microphone. That's what we had. Because his kind heart.
There were girls quietly whipping tears beside me but kept singing the songs, there were dickheads shouting stupid things and wanted to start a quarrel. I'm too tired to complain about the organizor's stupidity letting us wait for 3 hours to get the refund. All my strength was used to remember the kindness and gentleness of him. Always on my top list.
SETLIST
01 - The Empress
02 - Wheatfields
03 - Brittle Heart
04 - Back To You
05 - The Hunted
06 - Julian's Eyes
07 - Funeral Mantra
*open, when the disaster not happened yet....*
*singing Back to You*
*singing Julien's Eyes*
VIDEOS
Wheatfields - Partial 1
Wheatfields - Partial 2
Brittle Heart
The Hunted
Funeral Mantra
*singing Back to You*
*singing Julien's Eyes*
VIDEOS
Wheatfields - Partial 1
Wheatfields - Partial 2
Brittle Heart
The Hunted
Funeral Mantra
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