What implosion cerebral, cardiac and vascular seeing it happen one step flexible Pete Doherty on stage, ten meters of you. You have to have lived to be able to get an idea of the sound of cry you shoot at this time. Something to any fact beyond the ordinary. As the show that was about to offer the eyes of a captivated audience in advance and heterogeneous . I found Sophie, one that will be my companion for this concert is likely to hold a special place in my musical memories. Entente Cordiale. Three hours waiting . Second. We are in the lounge of Babyshambles. A lamp, a chair and a coat rack for the scenery alone. Excitation in pairs. Terrible background music ranging from reggae and 60's. The light goes out abruptly.
The neo-dandy to the eternal felt hat, a round face corner not made its wide jaws, bulging eyes of a rare vividness - a camm - exangue complexion, arms dangling and incisors overlapped dons his guitar and embrace without dragging Carry On Up The Morning . This song whose opening chords shivering play a role in my love Shotter's Nation . Ditto for Delivery , I weaned myself for weeks to feel the kind of plainitude that grips my heart the first thirteen seconds. He takes off his elegant Dior trench, which lets us see a black polo shirt, under which lurks think of a beer cozy. I have the impression that he was grateful to its audience, somehow. He arrived fresh , which is a show of respect, whatever is said. followed Beg Or Borrow Teal, Pretty Sue and dragging Baddie's Boogie . Then, surprise (absent because of previous performances of the tour), The Blinding . But You Might Be happy happieuuuhr ooooh! God is good. Pete yells . It something very impressive to see Pete Doherty scream. It makes you want to do the same, but much harder, you see. loquacious just enough, it reminds us that we are the last tour before we make a Side Of The Road descended from heaven unknown, but evil. We shot with a flow of rapper . Our runaway arteries, veins our saturate. Hirsutes , we let ourselves be carried away by gently Boy David and hovering Unstookie leaving the spotlight to the instrumental . In line , Albion . And moving a distant thought. Words that I have never looked so beautiful. A harmonica felt perfectly Mik. Melancholy.
Then comes Killamangiro the terrible. Oh -H oh-oh-oh oo o ... Pete turns us back, and spits a colorless viscous liquid. "Oh did you see that? "," Damn, he'll puke. "Disturbing . At 2 minutes 50 Drew fucks me chills. Pete sits, we whispers lasciviously Sedative . Boit organic apple juice. And a Vermeil cocktail curious. The end is felt. The alert is named Pipedown . Drew fails and we sort of notes do not stick too little joy to say these words full of heavy consonants. Dazed . They leave. They leave! What? no! Surely not without making Fuck Forever! A quarter of an hour, to be invaded by a feeling of sadness that he had could continue to spend time with him, angry that he packed his bags anytime soon, torment, wondering if he's alright ... My dear mother, who waits outside ( I can take the train alone at night ), called me to tell me she has seen Pete. It is mounted in the tourbus. It passed just before it. At this point, I doubt, but am not decided to leave, as the multitude of spectators, chan thundering a touching and unforgettable shoop shoop , shoop de-lang de-lang , hoping his return. She teach me later after being party sniffer suddenly saw two young girls who had gone believing the concert ends, he tappota friendly in their back, inviting them to join the chamber for the recall. They followed suit. A nice gesture in my direction.
After a twenty agonizing minutes, he reappeared, an ancestor of camera in hand. He films himself singing, we filmed and we're now part of the personal archives of Peter Doherty. Our expectations will be met: we recognize the ' intro of What Katie Did . The Katie of Libs, not any other version questionable. Significant for me and my lovely Jacqueline. A particular emotion seizes the Ancienne Belgique. The ghost Carl hangs over our heads. Fairy . You Talk, I Wish and and Fuck Forever . The has Poge Supreme . All hands collide to the rhythm imposed by Adam. It's beautiful. B Ancale and apocalyptic . Jacqueline's infinite kindness to carry me. unnecessary to describe my condition further. They retire for good. It repackages even before they finish. We are relieved. I ask politely but insistently setlist a roadie. I get it jealously, at the cost of saving a drop (I notice they have played in any disorder and that What Katie Did was not expected, which confirms my suspicion: Pete is nice and the listening). Sophie and I walk toward the exit, without much conviction, without really believing that we have shake, sing, one of Contemplating only men on Earth that deserves the title of artist . The man who is the subject of so much procrastination, admiration, pity and fascination. Man Moon. I love you. Edit févrirer Saturday 23.
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