Heya, Richard Here, using Geris email.
>P.S Hi Ricky, How was the concert, grr jealous!!!
short answer:loud and cool
No Wonder your jealous, whats the chance of going to London, to have a friend ring you up saying they have a free ticket to the last ever show of the Pumpkins in London ever?
My Friend Michael Hudson (who went from stubbies shorts and short back and sides haircut, to full leather jackets, shaved hair and those chin peircings) rang me up cos we were to meet, and offered one of us a ticket. After initially saying no (DUMBARSE!) The smart part of my brain (Geri) kicked in and I gladly accepted. We caught the tube to Paddington station (eeek, there are two Paddingtons on the tube map! which one do we take?). We walked to the Sussox Arms in London St and sneaked up to the Michael person. He Shouted us a beer and tried to convince Geri to take his ticket, so the both of us could go. However the process of getting the ticket was a bit complicated, and Geri wanted us to go together instead.
Anyway, off on the tube to Baker Street (oldest tube station), then caught the metropolitian line (which runs parallel to the Jubilee line, but is faster cos it doesnt have as many stops) and to wembely arena we went.
Got the tickets by showing an order form from Michael’s ex, a letter from michael’s ex saying he can collect the ticket, and some id (whew). Then went inside at around 8:15 (after the support act, Catheryn wheel, had finished)
waited a bit, the concert started. Loud. Normally I have earplugs in, which cut out the HF noise part, leaving some decient sounds. Anyway, Billy Corgan was in this white trenchcoat, and musta been wearing white makeup cos his bald shining head was pretty white. Sorta looked like a cross between uncle fester and a white neo from the matrix. They played some shit I didnt know, and some shit I knew (bullet with buttifly wings, today (acoustic), tonight tonight, and another song I know but dont know the name of (disarm maybe?)).
Michael had gone to the concert on friday (front row!) and was pretty tired, so we hanged back just infront of the sound desk and watched from afar (bout 10-15m away). They finished the set with Drown from the simaise twins album, accompanied with lots of guatar solos. Did 1 encore, then finished.
Billy did some talking, hassling the american presidential elections, and the british MP that got mugged, and other tomfoolery. The support guartaist (the aisian guy that I can never remember the name of) introed the band. a FX guy, a pianiast, the bassest from Hole, Jimmiy thingyamabob (the one they fired for doing drugs, was back) and of course billy.
Yea, the concert finished, the lights went back on, everyone left, went to the tube station, and we all PACKED onto the tube (all 10,000 of us and wnet home. I said goodbye to Mike at the Baker Street station, while I went onto Kings Cross St Pancras, to connect to Nothern to get off at Angle, and bus to Lenio’s.
Whoops, I talk too long.
Geri wants to know when the operation is? (oops, we were meant to operate on his knee, not take his spleen out)
Thanks. haha, what was meant to be a quick reply just too my 1 hour. Buggar.