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So, last night I went to see Bauhaus at the Metropolis.
It was so ******** awesome. The Metropolis itself is a very nice place, with a great system (floor space, and a bunch of balconies). We (my friend jali and I) got there about 40 minutes before the show started, and went to the floor to get a good space. While waiting for it to start we went and got band clothing, and gave our coats to coat-check. (I pity them, most of the coats were probably soggy, wet trench-coats. The weather outside was s**t) Back to the floor, we were about in the middle of the floor, so had say five rows of people in front of us (it's a fairly small floor.venue). We decided to use L337 ninja skills tgo get to the front. Inch forwards, then squirm in front of people when the crowd pushed.
Suddenly, all the lights went out, everyone started cheering, and these crazy sound effects stared coming out of the speakers, with bass rumblings that shook my whole body.
Then Daniel Ash came out. First thought - "No way is that guy in his fifties, he look to fit and young." Second thought - "OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG." He started playing and the rest of the band came out. Peter Murphy had this crazy devil-style moustache. They opened with Burning from the Inside, this great nine minute song that had the our name as part of the lyrics (Near the Atmosphere). Second up was In the Flat Fields. I sung with him for the whole song, which surprised me, considering how crazy complicated those lyrics are. After that, it all became a blur or happyness. Hollow Hills was ******** awesome. They had this sickly green light bathing the stage and the sound was amazing. At one point, a woman had thrown a rose on stage. He stuck it up on the mic holder for a while, then took the head, striped off all the petals and threw them onto the stage. Then there was Stigmata Martyr. What can I say about that one. Whole crowd singing along for the "I nomine Patre, et si Fili, et Spiritu Sanctum" part. At one point, they went off stage, and then came back for an encore with Bela Lugosi's Dead.
Crowd was wild for that. The bats have left the belltower, the victims have been bled, red velvet lines, the black box. Bela Lugosi's Dead. Then came Slice of Life, except a harder version, which actually made a mosh-pit break out for about 15 seconds. A mosh pit at a Bauhaus concert. Wow.
They left the stage, and came back again. They started playing Telegram Sam. At which point, through L337 ninja skills, Jali and I had reached the complete front, and I was clinging onto the barrier with a death-grip. But yeah, Telegram Sam. Hilarious song. I was singing along, grinning wildly, but all the while thinking "if they're playing one cover, they could do another...Ziggy Stardust!" And they did. Before the last note of Telegram Sam had died away, the opening chord to David Bowie's Ziggy Stadust was played. And everyone went ******** nuts. I lost my mind. I was one of those random people stetching their arms to try to touch the band member who's 10 feet away. But I was trying anyway. It was just so ******** awesome, I was caught up.
When it was done, the whole band was all emotional, hugging each other, looking like they were going to cry. Were we that good of an audience? I hope so.
But then there's that b*****d bouncer. Between the barrier and the stage, a bunch of rose petals had fallen, and one of the bouncers had picked some out and givent hem to the audience. But he missed a couple and left. There was this really nice full one on the ground near my, so I'm frantically beckoning to the other bouncer to get it for me, pleading with him. And all the b*****d doed is go "There's nothing there."
******** a**. If there was nothing there, I would be so nuts about getting you to pick something up.
But yeah, so great.
 Nihilistic Seraph · Wed Nov 16, 2005 @ 05:20pm · 2 Comments |
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