Gipsy Things
I excitedly dragged my indifferent friend to the place. Almost all of the audience members were fifty years of age and older, so we felt a little bit weird amidst the sea of gray and silver heads.
The Kings clapped their hands and hoisted the rigid audience on their feet. Although it was a concert hall with cushy seats, people eventually mashed up against the stage and in the aisles, leaving the back of the place almost empty as they danced, tapped their feet, and waved their blotchy arms from side to side.
I managed to snag a backstage ticket from the friendly DJ and I met the Kings. I went up to three of them and mumbled a few words in French, asking if I could take a picture with them. They were really nice, especially the short one. Actually, he was maybe too nice. I stood next to him, or rather, over him while our photograph was being taken. He looked up at me, winked, and suddenly pecked me on my cheek before giving my waist a little squeeze. I did not know what to make of it, but it was a strange, quick moment.
Their manager came up to me and after chatting with him, I patted myself on the back. I had guessed correctly: he was Moroccan!
“So Erzulie, you should come join us at the bar at the hotel,” the manager said.
I looked at the Kings, and the short one caught my eye. He was surrounded by two oblivious American blonde girls who were about my age. He looked at me, winked, kissed the air and motioned for me to come to him.
I looked back at the manager and smiled at him, shook his hand and escorted myself out of the hall. I did not end up “chilling” with the Kings at the only posh hotel in my little city, but I sure as hell took some “I WAS HERE” pictures with them!
PS's...
Gipsy Kings - Djobi Djoba
Air - Venus
Air - Sexy Boy
at 7:20 AM
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ShotGun flamenco style !!
aaahhhhh the kings...
I went to one of their open air concerts summer of 2004.. had front row seats.. It was AMAZING.. good times.. and like you said all the songs brought back memories...
It was funny how they where giving out the backstage passes.. I don't remember why myself and my bahraini friend had to leave.. but my brazillian friends took the passes and made use of it..
hmmm there was somewhere we had to be.. hmmm I wonder.. but anyways after reading your post.. I kinda don't feel so bad I missed out on the backstage thing.. ;P
a little creepy ha ??
I still listen to their songs from time to time :)
Volare oh oh
Cantare oh oh oh ...
Talk about a blast from the past; going to download some tracks now.
Didd they sing their cover version of Hotel California? Usually covers are bland, but with the Gypsy Kings they really outdid themselves.
my neighbor yar3a
how coool! I now have to dive into my CD collection and listen to it...or else it'll keep buzzing in my ear...!...I live getting to go to all these concerts when I was studying in the States...enjoy every minute of this...:)
My two favorite teenage songs? GK's Bamboleo and Mory Kante's yeke yeke. I used to sing them as loud as I could to the horror of anyone who was around, and they both gave me goose bumps every single time. WHY? I don't know, but it's the truth.
Anyway, you should get a bumper sticker that says:
I've been kissed by a Gypsy King :)
digma: Ah open air concerts are the best. And it was creepy in a "lay7ooshik" kind of way :P
3baid: Me too :))
K; Heh, you do that
DonVeto: Nope they didn't. Everyone kept shouting "BAMBOWW-LAAAYYOOWWW"
error: Heh, me? Your neighbor? How so?
misscosmo: After reading your comment I just have to say that music is a HUGE part of my experience here.
fouad: Why do you have the most...the most...scrumptididdlyicious comments? Yeah, I was kissed by a King...against my consent! Can I file a report? Am I sitting on a winnin lottery ticket? :P
elzahr: Aya jileel il 7aya, ista7 3ala wayhik. Sij inik ma 3indik salfa.
Lucky girl ;)
Jewaira: Ah well... ;P
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