popkid:wow:
Was meinst du was der zu hören bekommt. Den erschreckt nichts mehr.
Hier eine kurze Beschreibung eines gestrigen Invaders:
Scabby got the first handshake of the night, and I got the second one. Moz was very sparing with the handshakes, leaving several up front and in the second row frustrated. Did not toss any shirts into crowd. No sucessful stage invasions. The barrier was not that far back, but it was deterrent enough, and the security roughly shoved Guillaume down at the encore. Guillaume was the only one I saw make a serious attempt to get on at the stage.
Early on in the set, Guillaume gave Moz a black t-shirt with white lettering: NME journalists who lie. Moz thanked him and said, “He made it himself”.
Moz asked Julia, how have you been? Julia came up with the astonishingly novel “I’m well. How are you?” and “a little” in response to “Are you jetlagged?”
Then Moz asked me if I was jetlagged, too. I was going to answer, but Moz kept teasing me in the usual way – twirling the mic in front of me and snatching it back each time I reached for it. I let him taunt me twice like that, and after the 2nd or 3rd time, I just put my hands down and buried my face down in them. Look, you freak, I don’t play that shit for long. While my head was down, I could hear Moz saying, “Say something witty…very witty…” I refused to rise to the bait, i.e., reach for the mic. He kept repeating “very witty” as if to say sarcastically that my silence was terribly witty. Whatever. He’s usually contrite after being a sarky bastard to me. We’ll see how it goes in Strasbourg.
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