so you know how famous people love new orleans? well, it's true. where else would one be able to show up late* to a gogol bordello show, only to stay while the bar emptied of gypsy punk fans and suddenly see the lead singer, eugene hutz, hanging around and drinking bottled water? the republic in NEW ORLEANS, that's where!
i got to speak in polish with eugene, a native of the ukraine.
marty was incredibly starstruck and kept telling eugene that america loved him, and, in the alternative, that he was a premium dancer (if you don't know what he was referring to, then you must rent this movie).
eugene said that he loved new orleans because it was dirty and grimy in a way that reminded him of rio, moreso than any other city in the world. i took that to be an enormous compliment.
all in all, showing up late turned out to be incredibly serendipitous. from now on, i will always find out i passed the bar, day-drink too many 25 cent martinis, and pass out for a 3 hour nap before every gogol show i attend.
*like, pitifully late. as in, we saw 2.5 songs, all the time wondering why the band and the crowd were already so jazzed up and sweaty
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