My Moon My Man...

Everytime i see Feist I want to see more of her. When she started singing i wished I had tickets for the next day so I can hear her sing oh so beautifully again. However, I was annoyed that upon arrival, security made me check in my digital camera- band's orders she says. So I'm there wondering- is it Leslie that didn't want ligthbulbs in her face- or was it something else? I surreptiously took pictures on my cell phone also, in fear that somebody might come up behind me and confiscate that too. Alas, i still am clueless on how to transfer pictures from my phone to the PC. Hence, the idea to take a picture of the Fillmore poster- this will go nicely in my office cubicle. Anyways- she sang a lot of her new songs in the first half- i must say, i'm not as familiar with her new album and didn't enjoy myself too much till the second half when she started singing her hits. Unfortunately one of my favourites- her rendition of Inside and Out was not performed. Oh well... i'm still humming her tunes a week later.

Une billet sil vous plait!

I rushed out of my hotel and headed off to the Porte St. Cloud Station. As soon as i got off, somebody was in the station waving tickets. Not to miss out since i'm here on a whim, I approached him and asked "Parlez vous Anglais?" Fortunately he did and he sold me the ticket for two euro less than the face value (70 Euro total) and even gave me a Kit Kat bar. Out of the station i went with the rest of the crowd to find many many many other scalpers and also concert go-ers selling their tics too. Perhaps I was too hasty? But no worries- as long as i didn't over pay- I'm happy. In fact this is the first time i've ever bought a tic from a scalper- the transaction wasn't as bad as i thought it was going to be- perhaps the Kit Kat won me over. Ahh... Parc des Princes is not has large as Wembley- hence i got a better view. A UK band named Archive was performing. Truthfully- not my cup of tea at all- it got a little better- but then it went back to- you suck. Patiently i waited once more to see my beloved Matt, Dom and Chris. (I also found later that I missed Biffy Clyro- who i'm curious about). Here they are for their dramatic entrance from the center of the stadium. I'm happy to say it wasn't an exact same line-up at Wembley. And perhaps I was closer, I felt the energy in Paris was much higher in comparison to Wembley- there were middle age people attending too! What an interesting fan base they have. However, I was semi tired and was zoning in and out throughout. Fortunately, the organizers must be fairly used to this set-up and there was crowd control on Le Metro heading back to the hotel.

Live @ Wembley!

This is it! The moment i've been waiting for. I can now proudly say that i've been at the famous Wembley Stadium. Indeed, i was exteremely impressed with how orderly everything was conducted here. I was a little worried after my experience of utter dissarray at the O2 Fest. So up i went to my nosebleed section seat. I walked in when My Chemical Romance was performing. A semi warm welcome from from me and the English too i would say- but i did start to mouth words from Helena when they performed that piece. In between sets, I participated for the first time in a mexican wave- a little pre show/ in between show entertainment before Muse came on.

As expected the whole crowd went ballistic as Muse entered the stadium from the center walkway. My nosebleed section wasn't the best- view wise and soundwise :-(, i fervently wished i was in the massive crowd in the general admission area-i might have hated it though if i was in the thick of things, I just wished i was closer. They kicked of the show with Knights of Cydonia and lots confetti showering the crowd. The highlight of the show were these brilliant balloon trapeze artists floating high above the crowd as Matt sang Soldier's Poem (I think). Oh! Correction, it was Blackout.

As I followed the herd of people heading towards Wembley Park Underground- I met two other Muse fans, Dave and Kev. Sweeties that they are kept me company and teased me about my american accent till i got off at Tottenham Court Road. xxx

O2 Wireless Festival- Hyde Park, London

As i recently discovered, going stag to a festival is not fun. The long lines you have to wait by yourself, the down time in between sets, etc. etc. The first tent i saw as i entered the festival grounds was the XFM tent! I believe the organizers underestimated the popularity of the performers on this stage. One has to actually wait in line to get in the tent. From the outside, I heard bits of Calvin Harris- haven't heard of them but they sounded good. Will try to check out their CD.

As the crowd cleared out in between sets, i marched forward to get a good spot. After waiting for like 1/2 hr- Digitalism started their set (i've seen their name splashed across flyers and posters but i didn't know what to expect. The term "worshipping the DJ" finally made sense to me (well...i must admit i still don't understand it), the whole tent was facing this one DJ and raising their hands in praise! The crowd was jumping, folks were pushing each other, sprays of water from water bottles thrown in the air... "THUNK!" aw.... a boot (i think it was a wellie) just landed on my headed. This is a first! I left the tent shortly after, a little too rowdy for me.


Out to the sunshine i went exploring the rest of the festival grounds and this ingenious contraption caught my eye! Don't you think it's great? Around and around i went taking in the sights and sounds, the XFM stage was running late so i rushed out to watch CSS but only managed to catch her singing "Let's make love" in her signature colourful cat suit before rushing off stage. LCD Soundsystem came on shortly after but after a few songs, off i went back to the XFM stage for the sole reason I was at the fest. The Klaxons!!!!

Can you believe i was one of those peeps i was telling you about earlier? Jumping, pushing, screaming!!! woo hoo! too bad i wasn't on something- some dude was weaving around the crowd selling MDNA (sp?) for about 30 quid. I'm sure it would have enhanced my experience. Perhaps next time?

Home Sweet Home

Isn't it marvvy? This is the where dearest Jane lives (w/ Peter). Awww.... Peter and Jane, wasn't there a book series named after them ;) These sweeties picked me up at the airport wearing stripey tanks too! and they welcomed me to their humble abode. So cozy and warm. There's no place like home... xx dearies.