October 8 (yes, that we are getting older, my poor friend), I went to Texas together.
Finally ... When I say "I went ...", it does not mean that I was all alone, eh, there were still others, about 8000. Anyway, I thought that would go, since it's my blog, as I tell my story, it will save me trouble with the authorities.
Well, then, Texas.
me stop you right away, you people who do already that "Yes you understand me, I read blogs rebelZ whose authors go to punk concerts and are followers of the diving course ! Where'd you get, you, with your Texas?"
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So first, you tu me not, and you stay polite, was not mixed pigs and towels together, but not.
Deuxio, OK, Texas is not super violent as a group. At the same time, I want to tell you: single concert in France (yes Môssieur).
Third, and here comes the icing: this concert was going on at Zenith. But not just any Zenith, no ma'am, no sir, I am speaking here of Zenith Dijon . Especially for that
I went there, because shit, Dijon, anyway, there's no more festive as a framework. Believe me, I did two years there, for studies. Then they let me out for good behavior.
Well, then, Texas, Dijon. (I'm short sentences-short, to not lose track).
advantage without the knowledge of the lack of a guard, I found myself at some point in the VIP hall of Home (I love this phrase: "at some point).
What you should know is that it was kind of the opening concert of the Zenith, then good, Y'avait whole dish (I love this phrase: "what need to know "). Finally, no, it was not exactly the cream, but the charred bits on the edge of the dish. At the corner of a glass of champagne, savored in the envious looks and contemptuous of the mob which does had no access to the buffet (the hannnn teuhon! Houuu the pauuvres), I could contemplate the great Jack Lang in the fleece still provided, but also and especially the friendly Mario of StarAcacademy 1 (Before reading this article, I wondered what he was doing in Dijon. Thank Caradisiac).
Well, then, Texas, Dijon, Mario.
Then there was beautiful. This brave Mario was surrounded by a cloud gallant that ever wriggled around him, it seemed Ruby Rhod in The Fifth Element. So he was there, displaying a smile of circumstance and a beard of 3 days (probably to say "I'm Italian, and Italian is naked."), But I could see in her eyes a glimmer despair, something that said "No, you see, not everything is green in life.". I am afraid he will ever recover from its defeat in the StarAcacademy and his many musical excrement. Yes, you're right, who cares. I left before a buffet gougères (eat it).
Well, then, Texas, Dijon, Mario haired, gougères. What is striking
(vlan) zenith de Dijon is that because it is new, pooh it seems they do not want to damage it. Reference to the multiple signs Ban adorning the entrance. It makes reading when a patient in the queue and it helps to get into the festive atmosphere of Dijon. Yes, I told you, it's big in Dijon kidding. I will summarize:
- not bring a knife, a bomb lacrymo, helmet : genre which can not even kill themselves quietly ... (Note that according to the illustration, only motorcycle helmets are prohibited. So feel free to bring your helmet to tip, for example.)
- prohibited to cans and bottles to large : only small bottles without caps are accepted. A guy told me that's not too bad we might be back by wearing liters, and the plugs are dangerous, it can be swallowed. Hmm.
- No Smoking : this yellow concrete, you see. Okay, so think what you want, but for me a concert with breathable air, it's a bit like a decaf.
- prohibited from filming, taking photos : this, this is understandable. It's very hard take beautiful photos in a dark room. Besides, mine are all missed. It's not for us to be disappointed.
- prohibited save : Anyway no one wanted to try, the sound was too loud, full, short, rotten. It was a bit "Well, I'll rip your eardrums, you the young Dijon never seen a concert of your life. That way you'll have your ears bleeding for 4 days and it will give you the impression that you're too broke and so we must return to see Henry OF April 1 to 19h . " It's crazy what life is made.
- Cut the ringing of his Cell : Because the sound is too loud anyway so as you hear nothing save the battery.
Well, then, Texas, Dijon, Mario haired, gougères Gilberte Attitude.
Otherwise the concert went well, thank you worry.
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It's true that just before people were a bit strained: they were promised seats, and in fact not (yes, Dijon has hurt her leg, apparently). So everyone that yelled "no, but it is not possible, what does it mean to me I paid my place me sir, I am entitled to respect, so be careful because the mustard up my nose! "(yes, Dijon is closely related to mustard), the mayor has been whistled for the spot of propaganda we were forced to 'swallow, and carried by the festive atmosphere of the village, I howled with the wolves. After all, even if I did not want to sit, I am told that the mayor must have had something else to blame.
I think I made the turn.
Oh, no.
forgot the brief but intense episode of good old Herve (he had a head Herve, I do can not) ... On several occasions, Sharleen Spiteri conversed with the audience. It must be said that this story of seats, it had a little whack, so she tried to relax the atmosphere. Brief. When she graces us with a "Dyou Ouana ir Oure brend niou Songue?" Herve, already very nervous, has exploded. "Yes heuuu bah ... In French!" He yelled. Not because
Herve, say what you want, but should not over heat ... He has not waited for 4:01 seating up to finally be taken away without understanding anything about a vulgar eating pudding. It is nice Herve, but he's French, you know? French! Then he wants to slam 20 euros to welcome a group of strangers home, but would it still said that the foreign-show a little gratitude and make little effort to try to integrate! Such as trying to speak proper French, and abandon their dialect wild!
Not because you do not know if it'll be quick ... Hervé he'll fuck it all in a charter and presto, back to square one. He has nothing against foreigners, Herve, but need not do shit, you know ...
Moreover, this good old Herve was on my far right. Pull the conclusions that suit you.
Well, then, Texas, Dijon, Mario naked, gougères Gilberte Attitude, village fete, charter.
I wish you good morning.
