The sky over my back yard on Sunday:)
So my week thus far could pretty accurately be described as a clusterfuck, were it not for the evening that more than made up for everything that could, and had, gone wrong otherwise. Tuesday mercifully brought with it the best live musical performance I've ever witnessed! It was explosive! Hot air, hot music and the ridiculously hot Eugene Hutz. Gogol Bordello transubstantiated matter into rhythm and the audience imploded, raw energy pouring out of every pore present! Something wild first devoured our inertia, then us. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE was moving! Peacock-like indie kids, preppy kids, emos, single balding beleathered men, shirtless reagge dudes, couples in their 30's, couples in their 60's, all the way to the chavvy scary looking golden-toothed thugs. And quite possibly genuine gypsies (!)
Dancing, jumping, screaming, wriggling any which way we could, hands clapping, limbs flying everywhere, fits of pure happiness induced by the band playing with so much hutzpah (pun intended:) we were drowning in it! I've never seen such a varied crowd pump blood, sweat and make noise at such speed!
Gogol fucking Bordello indeed. If you ever get a chance to see them, please do! You'll have something to tell your grandkids about.