Concert #2
Round Two: Lawless giving it all to London
"Intermission, intermission.
Can I please have an intermission?"
Good Lord! (...Last time I
wrote "Holy Mama". Missus L seems to get me all religious
suddenly. But I guess there are less rewarding acts than
worshipping a goddess.)
Do you remember the Ally McBeal
episode, in which Sting gets sued for wrecking a marriage
because the complainant thought the Rock star was singing a love
song only to her? "He looked at me!" Careful, girl, careful what
you wish for.
I was really curious to what extent last night's show would be
different from Saturday's. And to what extent my little heart
would outlive the whole experience. This time I was lucky when I
was unintentionally pushed forward in the queue, though it
didn't really help with finding a good spot to stand. The room
was not overcrowded but it seemed that everybody wanted to get
as close as possible to the stage. Who could blame them/us?
Anyway, it was fun again to watch the people in the seating area
rush forward and fighting for the best places. I'm sorry, but I
have to state that again: Is it just me or is it truely weird to
sit at a rock concert? Hellooo, it's not Don Giovanni (And I
know people who would like to shake their booties even at THOSE
events...) where you are in danger of falling asleep [;-) Don't
hit me, Ms.E!]
I didn't really mind the people
sitting last night, there were enough other guys, especially
from Italy
and Spain
and myself *cough* who counterbalanced that by dancing. An
English girl told me it was probably the general English
primness that hindered other people to do the same. Hey,
London is one of the
birthplaces of Punk rock! I was a bit pissed off though by all
the cameras and mobile phone flashlights. It's a bit weird when
all you see is Lucy Lawless on the screens of other people's
gadgets. And I wondered what actually she did see. A static
middle surrounded by frenzy movement, all holding up cameras? A
bit like at the zoo...
However, she's professional
enough to play with all of that. And I got the feeling she
really grew into enjoying the event over those 80 minutes. You
could see she was nervous as hell, too, but after a while you
understand the slight tremble as a result of the exertion. And
no wonder, she really had it down pat. Rocking and dancing and
jumping and touching and swaying her hips, well, not only her
hips to be precise. After her Saturday's choice of clothes [Frak
me!] you'd think it couldn't get any better. But it did. Please
allow for exhibit A: THE chemise or shimmy or whatever you want
to call it. I dubbed it "the tease".
There are some debates on the
internet right now, if a 40 year old woman should wear stuff
like that. I say, hell yes, a 40 year old rock lady [trying to
avoid the "chick" here...] is obligated to wear that, especially
because it doesn't look zealous in any way. If you can't stand
the heat, get out of the kitchen.
To be honest, sometimes it got
a bit too hot even for me; especially when you catch yourself
staring at ... her and realize you haven't blinked in two
minutes. But there's always her voice that carries you through
those moments and with rich and sometimes rasp tones she reminds
you why you're there. Her stage presence is so overwhelming that
from time to time you have these butterflies in your stomach and
even Ally McBeal could not advise you against it.
So apart from my all-time
favourite "Losing My Religion" [Goddess, where are you now?] I
really enjoyed "I Was Made For Lovin' You" (by Kiss). Who knew
she could pull off a hard rock song like that! And I have to
concede that she made even "Bitch" (by Meredith Brooks)
listenable for me again. Way to go!
On a sad side note, I have the
feeling that there won't be any DVD accompanying this event.
Someone told me, they were not going to record it. Shoot! So,
all I have is my memory. Do you know, when sometimes after
really great sex people get depressed? .... I need a cigarette
now.
Rykoe
