My review of the Gogol Bordello show
Holy fuck!!!
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That's it, though I could probably shorten it down to just ! or maybe even ->!<-
It was a hell of a good time.
Now, how does one go about promoting shows as Gogol Bordello, The Red Evlises, and The Damned need to share a bill. Not two of the bands open for the third, but co-headliners. Each plays a full set then the oncore is like all three bands coming out to jam together.
In a related story:
My glasses are more punk rock then you
About 1/3 into the Gogol Bordello set I took a shoulder to the side of my head and my glasses went flying somewhere into what was passing for a pit there[1]. I guess in many ways it was my fault as they had been knocked off my face three times previous, but I had managed to catch them. So, I did what anyone in my position would do, I kept dancing. Eventually I got tired and went and hung out with darla
and mishak, which was fun since darla seemed a bit surprised that I was taking the loss of the ability to see fairly well, plus she was quite amused at my po-going on the upper level of the Paradise.[2]
Once the show was over, and I wish I could have seen the stage just full of people dancing but everything was pretty much purple and fuzzy, I ran into goatboy23
coming up the stairs and he has my glasses. Apparently they managed to migrate to the stage.[3] I had imagined that they were in good enough condition for me to drive home and get a new pair tomorrow, but after some bendy playing with them it seems like I will not need to get a new pair. Fuckin' A!
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[1]It seemed more like an amorphous blob of moshing and shoving in front of the stage, not at all as well defined as say a Damned pit.
[2] Which of course means I now must get her to come to good punk show and dance with the masses.
[3] A tiny little bit of my faith has been restored to humanity. Though not quite enough to keep me from destroying the world.
ETA: Credit where credit is due for the return of my glasses.
Holy fuck!!!
---
That's it, though I could probably shorten it down to just ! or maybe even ->!<-
It was a hell of a good time.
Now, how does one go about promoting shows as Gogol Bordello, The Red Evlises, and The Damned need to share a bill. Not two of the bands open for the third, but co-headliners. Each plays a full set then the oncore is like all three bands coming out to jam together.
In a related story:
My glasses are more punk rock then you
About 1/3 into the Gogol Bordello set I took a shoulder to the side of my head and my glasses went flying somewhere into what was passing for a pit there[1]. I guess in many ways it was my fault as they had been knocked off my face three times previous, but I had managed to catch them. So, I did what anyone in my position would do, I kept dancing. Eventually I got tired and went and hung out with darla
and mishak, which was fun since darla seemed a bit surprised that I was taking the loss of the ability to see fairly well, plus she was quite amused at my po-going on the upper level of the Paradise.[2]
Once the show was over, and I wish I could have seen the stage just full of people dancing but everything was pretty much purple and fuzzy, I ran into goatboy23
coming up the stairs and he has my glasses. Apparently they managed to migrate to the stage.[3] I had imagined that they were in good enough condition for me to drive home and get a new pair tomorrow, but after some bendy playing with them it seems like I will not need to get a new pair. Fuckin' A!
-PT
[1]It seemed more like an amorphous blob of moshing and shoving in front of the stage, not at all as well defined as say a Damned pit.
[2] Which of course means I now must get her to come to good punk show and dance with the masses.
[3] A tiny little bit of my faith has been restored to humanity. Though not quite enough to keep me from destroying the world.
ETA: Credit where credit is due for the return of my glasses.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
palo:
The Doctor is just a doctor, but he is such an insane individual, he deserves the mystique of being "The Doctor". He enjoys fashion, home decorating, pretty girls, and aspires to someday raise horses in Mongolia.
sid:
i called apple. i think they refunded my money... i dunno, the guy i talked to was such an asshole, so i'm not too sure he really refunded me. 
it's being taken care of later though.
it's being taken care of later though.