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
吾友小托，又名M导，花名silver，当年BP界有名的作者。想当初我也在kids return默默的看着她的长篇【TTT是也】。现如今……已经变成了相互吐糟调戏的对象|||||||||||
早上她给我看了个本单位球迷做的写给某干花同学的赞美诗，如下↓
（偷偷的，我没去跟人家要授权的…………）
原诗：
Author: Will2k
http://acmilan-online.com/forum/showthread.php?t=7623&page=175
#3490
Once upon a time in San Siro,
There lived a man who they called Hero;
Surprisingly skinny, physically weak for a football player,
Yet he managed to cut through every layer;
Adorning his favorite number 9 jersey,
He roams around the blind spots defenders cannot see;
Deep deep down in his burning soul,
All he wants is to score a goal;
Sneaking his way into the penalty box,
Like an old but cunning fox;
He slips through his markers like an eel,
Ready to taste his favorite meal;
He celebrates every goal like his first,
You will see a crazy man who has gone nuts;
As years passed by, he ain't getting any younger,
But hey no one can doubt his goal scoring hunger;
In the coming years, you may not see someone of his mold again,
For he is unique, highlighted by every trophy he has gained;
Believe it or not there is only one Filippo,
Who will be remembered as the great Super Pippo.
然后，油菜花的小托和（传说中的）冰原和沧海，做出了博大精深的翻译版
（本人只有小托托的梨花体授权说随其便搬，干菜版和楚辞版请去冰原的空间！）
（警告，各位干花迷们，为了你家小电的安全和健康请不要在嘴含任何液体物质的情况下阅读此诗！）
梨花体版 by 小托
毫无疑问
圣西罗
那个
身披
9
号
长得
死瘦的
足球运动员
他是很有
理想
的
他想
撕破一切
的
阻碍
他
经常
闪瞎了
后卫
的
狗眼
他
灵魂深处
燃烧着的
一直
只有
一个
球（你懂得是啥球）
他在场上
像
一只
老狐狸
哦
有时候
也像
射！！！（虽然是错字，但是你懂得）
每次
进球
他
都跟
第一次
泡妞
成功了
一样
每次
进球
他
都跟
刚从
精神病院
放风
出来
的
时光
让他从
鲜花
变成了
干花
但是
他
心中的
那个
球
没有变
因为
没有
那个球
他
会
饿
的（我也不知道为啥）
毫无疑问
因扎吉
是
全世界
最
独一无二
的
前锋
请
记住
他的
真名
就叫
超级果菲！！
汪！！
油菜花的小托托 ～
工作原因，Mario给了2张S，B票让我去看个西班牙band的现场。
我顺便去勾搭了一下路克小朋友。
S，B会人山人海，上海天天35+的高温。我这种阿宅就挑在下午四点才磨蹭出门。在地铁上顺便看到了一眼实时人数指南。AB片区（中国馆等）即时人 数超过17万…… 以下CDE等逐次递减。我要去的城市实践区，4192人…………………… 17万vs4000 = = 瞬间觉得赚到了||||||||||||||||
很多人说，不去觉得可惜，去了觉得无趣。的确是这么回事……大部分的展厅是模型和文字解说，的确相当无趣……比如不莱梅馆摆的那3个球员人型板…… 除了芬宁斯另外两个我死活没看出来。有个有点像鲍曼 = = 巴塞罗那的LED和玻璃幕还可以。利物浦馆相当不错，我想应该是排的紧凑的关系。电影什么的还蛮无聊的，展厅里面倒是布满了音乐小游戏，射门游戏（非常像 一个很大的wii。。。），墙上贴着巨大的Beatles，卖纪念品的是不错的利物浦小哥|||||||||
【阿尔萨斯馆门口的青蛙好可爱……………………】
大约6点一刻左右见到路克，然后就晃悠去城市广场准备看演出。Band的名字叫做Fito & Fitipaldis，flyer上面的宣传是，best selling band in Spain.我在youtube上搜过，没听出个所以然来。但是我很好奇一个有固定Saxophone作为member的rock band要怎样编曲。结果到广场的时候，满眼都是，西班牙人。。。。。。。。开场前大部分人都进入了我们面前的vip区。我们几个暂时站在舞台左边第三 排，前面2排都是一些来参观SB的，不乏大爷大妈们…… 于是我们笃定在3首歌后就可以占位 = =
鉴于，歌都没听过……一开始不好评论。但是我们前前后后的西班牙人都开始很癫狂。一个个呼朋唤友，在我们面前大约站了了5，6排。欢呼声一阵一阵。
主唱Fito，底下呼喊他名字的声浪一阵又一阵。不过他站上来后，我的第一反应是…… 完了Brian也只有这点高||||||||||||
确实，挺好听的。非常老派的乐队。我和小球和路克都认为，西班牙版本Eagles………… 尤其是Guitar solo的部分。
Saxophone的爷爷实在是，太可爱了！他还兼tambourine和back vo。solo也极好听，原来这个saxophone是当小号来用的么……
鼓手
keyboard
上视频，技术都一个个的好好啊………………
第一首，面前一拨拨的西班牙人走过………………
非常可爱的
这个好看，技术好啊……
从6点半唱到8点半，不带休息的。于是大家愉快的在下面跳了2个小时的舞。
定期看看live真是一件有益身心的事情！！！
搭配花纹legging和罗马鞋↓
