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TOI AND THE GIGS, UFF! TOUGH QUESTION

Yesterday somebody asked me for the gigs I’ve enjoyed most ever. Shit! That’s one of the most difficult questions to answer, impossible to reply instantly, plus there are many shows to come.

I’ve been thinking of a top 20, because a top 10 wouldn’t be enough, but then it’d be too long, plus, no matter whether the list names 10,20 or 30 bands, I’m gonna be regretting all the time for forgetting this or that band, so…let’s make it once and for all, following a chronological order.

Here they go!

GUNS N’ ROSES, MADRID, 1993

At that time I already adored this band, but wasn’t conscious of what they would mean for the rest of my life. Guns n’ Roses are my favorite band, and they were the first ones I had to move my ass from my hometown to see on stage.

I was 16, my parents wouldn’t allow me to go to Madrid on my own, thus I managed to gather money for my father’s ticket, as a birthday present. He liked them and couldn’t refuse. Eventually, he had so much fun as to give me the money back.

The trip was crazy, it was organized, and the coach was plenty of diehard fans packed with booze and joints. By the time we reached Madrid, everybody was pissed and stoned, me and my dad included.

The show was great, despite the fact that Izzy wasn’t in the band anymore. And yes, Axl went on stage almost two hous later than supposed. Didn’t mind.

KISS, REUNION TOUR, MADRID, 1997

I wasn’t a big fan, in fact, I wasn’t to excited about going to Madrid to see Kiss, but I had given Rock n’ Roll Over to my boyfriend as a present, and he insisted I should go, so finally I accepted.

I had to help him and another friend with the make-up, and remember while going to the venue, people stopping us to take some pix.

I was left on the stands, half babysitting two kids in their 15’s, scared for so much noise and the explosions. I started to vibe and cheer up with all the show, fire, explosions, blood, guys flying…it was awesome! Remember when Paul Stanley came flying  towards us singing Love Gun, and there he was, on a platform, 10m from when we were. I had a total crash, fell in love with the band for good.

Kiss is a band you should see at least once in your lifetime, and the younger you are, the better. I’d pay millions for seeing Kiss when I was fifteen.

BACKYARD BABIES, @  WATER RATS, LONDON, 1998

I had been living in London for 3-4 months more or less. Weather was crap, my job at a laundry services factory was shit, and living with my boyfriend a nightmare, plus I had had a huge argument with him hours before.

The previous night, the Swedish were meant to open for Monster Magnet and Rob Zombie, but unfortunately due to doors opening delay, they couldn’t make it. Still I got the chance to talk to Nicke, and moreover, have a long chat with Dregen, who ended up being really cool and I promised to bring him a bottle of Spanish wine the day after.

The show was organized by the band fan club, and not being members, we weren’t allowed to get in the venue. It was freezing, raining, and we couldn’t believe it, until he came out for changing his creepers for his ragged sneakers, Dregen came straight to me and asked what was going on. I explained, and he begged, I swear, to the guys at the door, to let us in. After some talks we made it, for free, so I spent all the money on merch, and gave him the bottle that he drunk during the show.

The Yo-Yo’s were the supporting band, a blast, but then Backyard Babies came after, and God, such energy and rage were unfuckinbelievable!

THE HELLACOPTERS @ THE BARFLY, LONDON, 1999

My first gig as a single, I went with a friend from my hometown who was spending summer working in London. I was a bit down yet in the mood for having fun.

The venue was very small and we were around 100 people. Before the show, I was sitting on a pool table, and the guys in the band were asking me for my lighter all the time. It was like a big family having a party, we jumped onto the stage, danced and everybody got crazy. They were introducing my favorite Hellacopters album, Grande Rock.

BLACK SABBATH REUNION TOUR,@ ASTORIA, LONDON, 1999

I received the news that Black Sabbath original lineup were performing their first show in London when I was on holidays in Spain. My friend Lukas called me after he tried to buy a pair of tickets unsuccessfully, apparently they were sold out in just a couple of hours.

Once back in town, I heard of a new ticket selling place and gave them a call, in order to buy one for Iggy Pop and try luck with Sabbath. And I won, but just one, at the initial cost, 19.50 pounds. Tickets sold by scalpers were over 350.

Later I knew that it was kind of launching, not a proper tour gig, so most of the audience were guests and media coverage.

I cried, and screamed, most of time on my own, although at the end of the gig, people were hugging each others, moved by happiness for real.

FU MANCHU @  BORDERLINE, LONDON, 2000

I had already seen Fu Manchu twice before, but this time it was kind of pre-launching of California Crossing mixed with King of the Road, the venue, able to hold barely 150 people, was overcrowded, and once again everyone got crazy.

It was so full of people, some in the first rows got hit by Scott Hill’s guitar. Fuzz was so loud, I had this uncomfortable whistling for a couple of days. It didn’t mind, I got what I wanted.

RYAN ADAMS, @ HAMMERSMITH ODEON, LONDON, 2007

The unfortunate performance and bad attitude of the singer years before have forced a kind of veto into this country, so if you feel like seeing him performing, be sure you’ll have to move your ass somewhere else. This is gonna happen next month, I’m going to see Adams to Portugal, and happened three years and a half ago.

My ex and I arranged an exciting weekend in London with three gigs in three nights: Adams, Alice Cooper with Joan Jett and Motorhead, and as special dessert, Lucinda Williams.

Adams played for more than two hours. I liked him, but not as much as I do now. He introduced Everybody Knows EP, and the feeling I got it was as if Heaven was down to Earth. I got these flashes, these sparks in my mind, very fresh, I will never forget. I was listening to beautiful songs with my beloved one, felt grateful for what was happening, and was also aware of being really happy…shy tears brought out from my eyes…everything was perfect that night.

THE WILDHEARTS @ RAZZ 3, BARCELONA, 2008

I had already seen The Wildhearts twice, one at the festival in Vitoria, and second, one month after seeing Ryan Adams, in London as well.

Once the gig was confirmed we bought the tickets thinking they might be sold out. No way, this doesn’t happen in Spain,  this band is doomed or something here, venue was even changed to a smaller one, which in the end was better, because we were closer to the band, packed and one thing was for sure, those 100 people there, were diehard fans of the band.

It was party animal gig, jumping onto the stage, sweating, we lost our voice…I got the set list and a pick from CJ. Everyone was so happy! It was a “I was there” moment, once in a lifetime, full of magic.

NEIL YOUNG, PRIMAVERA SOUND, BARCELONA, 2009

I had seen Young at a festival in UK I worked for, back in 1996, and got really impressed at the time. Although I always liked and respected him, it took me many years to take him seriously and become a devotee of uncle Neil. Gotta give the credit to my ex, he became completely obsessed and eventually convinced me I should pay him more attention.

When Young came to Barcelona, it was the right time, and enjoyed the gig a lot, surrounded by good friends. Once again, I cried. You can’t get enough of Young on stage, he could be playing for 4 hours, sure you’d like him to play four more.

MICHAEL MONROE @ ISLINGTON ACADEMY, LONDON, 2010

I reckon this was the best show I witnessed last year, so great, I’m seeing him in two weeks twice, here in Barcelona, and two days after in Madrid.

Monroe is one of the finest front men ever, set lists are like bombs, and this guy sweats and shit energy wherever he goes.

First time I saw him in London, on my own, and was another party with the guy stage diving, jumping, climbing and everything. I was in shock!

Last year was mayhem at the venue, supported by an amazing lineup, he left his balls on the stage, the setlist was just perfect, and they sounded best ever.

******

It’s two o’clock already, I’ve been thinking on this post for many hours this afternoon, but started writing very late, and with all the decisions, memories back, and all the stuff, I’ve been here for two hours. I will edit the post and add some pictures, probably when you read this, they’ll be already uploaded.

Many bands and shows have been left out, but it had to be 10.

I feel lucky for still being able to feel passionate about live music. Many people who go to gigs on a regular basis, have lost this emotion or illusion, you name it. I’m able to cry of happiness, get excited to abnormal levels when a date of a band is officially confirmed, and feel the groove in the pit, standing right in front of a band.

Some other day, I’ll talk about stuff collected from gigs, you know, setlists, picks, drum sticks…there’s stuff all around my Hellhouse.

 I know you feel shy regarding writing comments in here, I don’t care the language you use as long as I can use Google Translator, I beg you, I’d love you to participate telling me those gigs which have left a mark on you for the rest of your lives.

ROOTING FOR THE BAD GUY, THE VILLAIN IN SUIT

Have I ever told you I’m a diehard fan of Patrick Bateman and American Psycho?  

Well, guess you had noticed something when I told you one of my favorite t-shirts is precisely one of that film. Not only I love the film, I adore the book, and nowadays I feel the urge of reading it once more, but unfortunately cannot track my old English copy, so if any of you has it, can I borrow it for a while? Otherwise I’ll buy another one, but I’m positive the old copy will show up right after I get it…it’s not the first time, this happens too more often than I’d wish with CDs and films.

No question Christian Bale did it, he was capable of incarnating Patrick Bateman masterly, no one could have done it better, and since the film was released, Patrick was Chris, and no matter what Bale is doing afterwards, he’ll always be Bateman.

Both the book and the script contain powerful  sentences you will never forget, Bateman’s reflections are a mixture between metaphysics and the most superficial stuff regarding social etiquette, the most fashionable venues and restaurants in town, or how many pushups he’s capable of doing during his daily routine. His speeches on artists’ discographies, increasing tension of the scenes is simply marvelous.

Mary Harron adapted the book from the non gore point of view of a woman, and for that, she deserves total respect, thus Bateman has become a worldwide legend somehow, easy access to everyone. However, those who are diehard fans of the book find the adaptation too light, with very few killings, very subtle and with lack of blood splashes. I’m sort of divided, but still I watch this film every 6 months, so I don’t feel so disappointed.

Since I read the book back in 1995, I felt in love with Patrick Bateman.  

Many people hate so many accurate descriptions involving branding, which, due to copy rights and all this stuff, are unnoticeable in the film. I love them. I’m not the kind of girl living for clothes, as you already know, not a fashion victim at all, still, I’m interested in brands for almost anything, I used to be very good at that, but once I read American Psycho I turned into a branding data base. Remember the first time I went to London and saw Evian water was sold. No discussion, Evian became my favorite water just because Bateman drank it. Same with San Pellegrino. These are easy examples, but furthermore, what does a girl in her teens care about Ermenegildo Zegna or Nino Cerrutti? I did! And started to observe men in suits more carefully trying to find whether they were in or not. I’m proud to say my father was IN, and shared similar taste with Patrick (by the way, he read the book and also became a fan, hahaha!).

Few weeks ago I was telling you Han Solo was my man, and I’m still positive about that, he’s the perfect anti-hero, but Patrick…grrrrr! He’s definitely the perfect villain.

Why do I like him so much? I don’t know, there are many things I fancy. To start with, he’s opposite to the type of man I like, he wears suits and is elegant, and I’ve found myself babbling for guys in such appearance. Have you ever seen the TV series Mad Men? Men in suit are the older version of Bateman’s style in late 50’s – early 60’s, I could talk about how gorgeous Don Draper is, but find it unnecessary, it’s obvious!  The word that fits  best is spotless. Both Bateman and Draper they simply look perfect, shaved, their haircut…I love it.

On the other hand, Bateman is a misfit, and at the end of the day as low self-esteemed as anyone on the street. Besides, his inside world is so rich…gotta tell you, I have a kind of taste for people like that, it’s like I need to know what’s happening in their minds, I’m so outgoing and expressive, shyness both amazes and attracts me a lot.

What else? Ah! His little problem with killing people…I’m not telling I’d love doing the same, but you know when sometimes someone gets on your nerves and you’d love to end them, and he does it, at least inside his mind. Definitely he shows some attitude, right?  

Like The Wildhearts say, I’m Rooting For The Bad Guy, they’re definitely more charismatic and interesting, don’t you think?

 

We’re talking about fiction character and this is a joke, don’t panic! I’m not looking for a psycho, not anymore, hahaha! Well, I think so…  🙂 

LITTLE TREASURES AT RIDICULOUS COST

Has it ever occurred to you that you find something you really value is in front of you at a ridiculous price? This happened to me yesterday, totally by a chance.

Lately I’m quite broke and I’ve made an oath to myself swearing  not to buy too much stuff, because I have many plans in my head which require money: getting inked (I got sessions set in my calendar already, so this is for sure), going to somewhere in Europe to see Queens of the Stone Age playing their first album (this is complicated), visits to Madrid and The Hague to see some friends, gigs, festivals…too many things and too short of time and dough.

Anyway, I spent the afternoon with a good friend, we had lunch at a very nice veggie restaurant, a couple of carajillos (coffee and Bailey’s, what a great combination), and had a walk. During the same, we found this comic, dvd, cd’s…a bit of everything store, and felt like nosing stuff. DVD’s at good price, some interesting stuff…and THIS!

This single by The Wildhearts is included in the Fishing for Luckies album, released in 1996.

I’m not into collecting at all, I love buying stuff just because, cd’s, vinyls, merch, but never tried to get any single item of a band, I would get mad. However I must admit, sometimes if a rarity is standing right in front of my eyes it has to be mine.

This single was there waiting to be bought by me, and I did it, it was just EUR 1.50, what kind of price is that? I almost felt offended! OK, it’s just a single, but nowadays singles are quite rare at the stores, besides, it’s Wildhearts’! I had never seen something like that here in Barcelona, only in Japan!

Sick of Drugs is one of my favorite Wildhearts’ song, and I think the first one I liked immediately when my friend Jaume recorded me The Best Of album long time ago.

My attachment to this band has turned stronger and stronger for many reasons. I adore them, they’ve such energy and the bodies of the songs are so well composed, it’s impossible for me to ignore them. But it’s their solid live performances what stole my heart, they ‘re devastating on stage and very few bands can stand at the same level. When you see them for one hour and a half spreading such rage and power, you get crazy.

I’ve seen them three times and hope to enjoy more shows, but unfortunately, for their condition of cursed band,  although they’re very popular in the UK, they seldom visit us here in Spain, so I think I will move my ass to London again if I want to see them in future occasions. I don’t mind, I think it’s an excuse good enough to have a break, ain’t it?

Yeah! That’s me going crazy on stage in Barcelona, October 2008. One of the best shows I’ve ever seen in my life.

I cannot afford not trying to catch you into The Wildhearts’ universe by recommending you few of their albums:

–          THE BEST OF: the best way for those not acquainted with the band to know what The Wildhearts are into. This was the first album I listened and never get tired of it.

–          EARTH VS. THE WILDHEARTS: their first work and a total blast in your face.

–          P.H.U.Q: probably their most popular album, able to reach position 6 in UK charts.

–          THE WILDHEARTS: personal favorite, I guess, although I’ve never thought much about it. It’s got something kind of emotional for me, for personal reasons and because I saw them twice alive. Rooting for the Bad Guy is THE song

–          RIFF AFTER RIFF AFTER MOTHERFUCKING RIFF: not a proper album but a compilation of  B-sides.

The Wildhearts is one of these bands, either you love the or hate them, there’s no option in between, and people who are fans, are die hard fans. So, if you decide to dive into their work, you won’t feel indiferent by them. Please, let me know the outcome, hope we can share sweat and headbang  on the same pit in the future with Ginger and company.