Currently, I'm hard at work on various projects, but am taking a break to post a couple of gems from my PG photo collection because a couple of folks over at the PG Forums wanted to see them. Blogger was the most convenient place for me to do so.
Anyway, the dork in the flowery jacket talking to PG is me. Gee, no wonder he didn't fall for me, huh?
I'm getting a review of the show (and soundcheck) for a client, but some fans may like to see some of my notes. These are interpeted from frantically scribbled notes on the back of my WOMADshop reciept when my hands stopped shaking.
* First PG concert I've ever been to where he needed to bring a bottle of cough syrup onstage. But if I hadnlt seen the bottle, I would never have known his throat was sore. * PG wore a loose back ensemble embroidered with barely detectable paisley designs. * PG had problems with his earpiece, which suddenly popped out of his left ear at least one time. Twice he yanked the earpiece out himself. * Did lewd hand gesture to me during "Darkness" (probably not to me specifically, but there were only about four women in the front row.) Still. I'm overjoyed! * Minor feedback problems, but none were distracting. * The light show and animation was lost on me, since I sat in the front row. But the audience reaction indicated it was a big hit.
The person sitting behind me filmed "Book of Love." That's my big fat head in the way (blush.) If you ever happen to be at a PG concert and see me, just ask me to scrunch down so I don't block the shot.
1) Doesn't leave the toilet seat up. 2) Much, much bigger than expected. 3) No discovering that the PG New Blood Tour has gone through your wallet while you were sleeping. 4) No awkward meetings with any PG New Blood Tour family members. 5) No prophylactics necessary. 6) Dancing optional. 7) No need to feel bad if you say the wrong words at the wrong time, 'cause PG does it all of the time. 8) Your timing is never off because of Ben Foster's conducting. 9) The PG New Blood Tour never wants to have a heavy discussion during the best parts of "Star Trek." 10) Lasts longer than ten minutes.
It was like really good sex, only less messy. I#m so happy I could fly.
PG seemed intensley worried all throughout the set list, but did laugh on several occassions. Ben Foster, the conductor, teased PG mercilessly at times in the good English tradition. I#ve never seen a PG concert where PG had to drink a bottle of cough syrup before.
I found out that there was a bad technical glitch at Paris 22 march. All the mikes and sound wnet out. PG calmed the crowd by shouting the lyrics to Father, Son at the top of his lungs to placate the restless crowd.
So, he went on with the show even though he had a sore throat. But if he can sing like that with a sore throat, he is one lucky bastard.
PG also had problms with his earpiece. It popped out of his ear a couple of times. Twice during the show he yanked it out.
I´d type more, but I clapped so hard that I have big blue bruises and a blister on my right hand. Never let it be said that a PG concert isn't dangerous!
Coming to you live from Berlin Intercafe 2004 on Gleimstraße. Vielen dank!
Even fans prepared to be stunned were happily suprised to be stunned, according to reports on the PG Forums at Petergabriel.com. The only disappointment was that Peter wore clothes. At the left is a picture from the show put up by Peter's Official Twitter Page.
This is my last post before getting on the plane to Berlin to see PG at the O2. I've decided to not take a camera for two reasons:
1) It makes me look like a tourist and would attract theives 2) I don't own a camera (because if I bought things like cameras, I couldn't afford to drop everything and fly to Berlin to see Peter.)
I've been working like mad in order to help pay for all of this, and now have just over 26 hours to pack. AHHHHetc.
I know I'll never have a shot with PG (becuase there's no God, remember?) but I'm certainly having a fine old time with my PG picture collection. I do have two small photo albums with newspaper clippings, postcards and actual photos on actual film of PG, but they now pale in signifigance to my digital collection.
I really hope I do nothing that warrants police breaking open my hard drive, or I'll have a heck of a time explaining why there are um...let's see...oh...350 images of Peter Gabriel on my computer. I added another 25 or so tonight because Eva (hi, Eva!) put a huge chunk of her collection up on Genesis Community on Ning. That's where the ones at the left come from. Just my luck, I'll not allowed be into Germany because somehow the Border Patrol found out I have a thing for looking at Peter Gabriel.
I just like looking at PG pictures every now and then over the last 23 and a half years. And occassionally fiddling with them on Paint. That's all. Swear to God.
The tickets arrived. The instructions for getting into the soundcheck arrived. My Mom's picked out a concert outfit for me. I've booked the hotel. My sneakers gave out, so I had to buy new shoes. We're selecting a dog-walker for Pony. I'm having frequent nightmares about not being allowed into Germany. I'm now on two Xanax pills a day.
I thought I was crazy traveling from Philadelphia to Berlin to see Peter, but apparently there is a fan from Chicago that's flying to London to see him. That means she has to deal with both O'Hare and Heathrow airports. Maybe she'll be lucky and use Gatwick instead. I love Peter, but I'm I'd only go through both Chicago and London if I was guaranteed to sleep with him (sex need not be involved.)
By the way, next week my brother and his family are coming from Vancouver. I'll be meeting my two nieces for the first time.
I'd like to make the rest of this post insightful and coherent, but who am I kidding? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
