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Metal shows, Arabs and a New Album
Oct. 5th, 2003 04:22 pmSo, yesterday I went out, for the first time since coming to france.
A friend of mine had a show with his band and I got invited.
The evening started out fine.
I went in, bought my ticket, and started talking to people i know.
I even met the redhead girl (named Mad [pronounced Mood]) and managed to make an ass of myself.
Diego (my friend) gave a good show, although he broke his nose in the moshpit before he came on stage and had to go to hospital when he and his band finished playing. It took me a considerable amount of time to warm up to the music, since they do this nu-metal hardcore thing, which isn't really my style. Still, I tried not being a whiny bitch, because this was Diego's seconed show ever and he was really nervous. When they finished playing, I went back to sit with a friend of mine, called Luka, and a latvian girl who's name I forgot.
The next band started playing, and let me tell you, they were fucking amazing.
Named bbugg (prounounced Beebug), consisting of a drum player (who also plays the bass), a drum machine and a guitarist who sang as well, they mixed video images (shown on varius anciant television sets scattered on the stage and through the crowd) with amazing music (electronic mixed with metal and swing), it was a senseory delight just standing there, not to mention dancing.
When they were done, I went to sit with Luka and the latvian girl again.
Now, in the club place the show was at, there was a bar and sevral long tabels near it, and that's where we sat.
At some point, this group of arabs came and sat down next to us. Fine.
But then, they started touching the latvian girl and calling Luke a shitface and telling that they hated him. When they tried speaking with me, in french, and saw that i didn't understand them, they asked Luka where i was form. Luke, not thinking, told them I was from israel.
The world froze.
the music stopped playing in the background, and there was a general hush in the air.
A small, dry bush rolled past the bar, and a harmonica played sevral short notes, while something rattled in the background.
"Israel, huh?" asked one of the arabs.
I was backed into a corner. I couldn't lie to them and tell them I came from guatamala. "yes." I answered.
"Jewish?"
"no." I answered truthfully.
A smile lit his face.
"Ah! Good! No problem!"
anti-semetic jerk, I thought.
"Speak hebrew?"
"A bit." I lied.
"Been to palestine?"
"yes." I have. "But not recently."
"que?"
I asked Luka to translate.
"Ah, I see. Today, cafe, boom!" he laughed. "Many died."
I could feel the blood rushing to my face. But he was bigger, stronger and with a large group of friends. "Yeah." I muttered.
eventually, I bored them, and they left to smash a window, and get kicked out.
But the rest of my evening was ruind.
Still, it wasn't a total waste, as I bought the bbugg album.
A friend of mine had a show with his band and I got invited.
The evening started out fine.
I went in, bought my ticket, and started talking to people i know.
I even met the redhead girl (named Mad [pronounced Mood]) and managed to make an ass of myself.
Diego (my friend) gave a good show, although he broke his nose in the moshpit before he came on stage and had to go to hospital when he and his band finished playing. It took me a considerable amount of time to warm up to the music, since they do this nu-metal hardcore thing, which isn't really my style. Still, I tried not being a whiny bitch, because this was Diego's seconed show ever and he was really nervous. When they finished playing, I went back to sit with a friend of mine, called Luka, and a latvian girl who's name I forgot.
The next band started playing, and let me tell you, they were fucking amazing.
Named bbugg (prounounced Beebug), consisting of a drum player (who also plays the bass), a drum machine and a guitarist who sang as well, they mixed video images (shown on varius anciant television sets scattered on the stage and through the crowd) with amazing music (electronic mixed with metal and swing), it was a senseory delight just standing there, not to mention dancing.
When they were done, I went to sit with Luka and the latvian girl again.
Now, in the club place the show was at, there was a bar and sevral long tabels near it, and that's where we sat.
At some point, this group of arabs came and sat down next to us. Fine.
But then, they started touching the latvian girl and calling Luke a shitface and telling that they hated him. When they tried speaking with me, in french, and saw that i didn't understand them, they asked Luka where i was form. Luke, not thinking, told them I was from israel.
The world froze.
the music stopped playing in the background, and there was a general hush in the air.
A small, dry bush rolled past the bar, and a harmonica played sevral short notes, while something rattled in the background.
"Israel, huh?" asked one of the arabs.
I was backed into a corner. I couldn't lie to them and tell them I came from guatamala. "yes." I answered.
"Jewish?"
"no." I answered truthfully.
A smile lit his face.
"Ah! Good! No problem!"
anti-semetic jerk, I thought.
"Speak hebrew?"
"A bit." I lied.
"Been to palestine?"
"yes." I have. "But not recently."
"que?"
I asked Luka to translate.
"Ah, I see. Today, cafe, boom!" he laughed. "Many died."
I could feel the blood rushing to my face. But he was bigger, stronger and with a large group of friends. "Yeah." I muttered.
eventually, I bored them, and they left to smash a window, and get kicked out.
But the rest of my evening was ruind.
Still, it wasn't a total waste, as I bought the bbugg album.
