Concert crash

Back to real life (in Paris!), school and morningwalks in the park. I love that there is always something going on in Paris. Tuesday night, Kelis was on at Fleche d'Or. I admit that I'm not entirely familiar with her music except for Trick me, Millionaire Milkshake but still, who'd turn down a concert for 8 euros one drink included?! No one sane...
So off we were, standing in the queue about an hour before doors open, frickin cold it was! Sunshine and heat, why did you leave Paris? Please come back, I beg of you. My always-cold fingers could have worked as ice blocks! We eventually got in to the pleasant sauna of fleche d'or, great for any viral upper respiratory tract infection also known as a cold... 
The pre-bands of Laura Marling were fantastic so no doubt we had high expectations for the band warming up for Kelis. You'd think that they would choose a band in the same category as Mrs Nas, hip hop, RnB etc. Oh deary me... No. Instead they give us a band not even remotely close to the genre. I can't exactly describe the music, maybe bad indie rock with a hint of hardrock and techno. Get my point? The singer's voice wasn't too bad, I think, the instruments pretty much drowned her out so we only heard the occasional english word, so I'm guessing she sang in english. Then it was the entire performance, they were weird or trying to be weird, she danced as if she wanted to look drugged and in to her music but it was just awkward and forced. Why pick a band like this when the crowd is quite clearly not indie. Julia, Celine, Fransesca and I sat outside waiting for the horror to end, anf eventually a DJ started playing, I think he struggled about with the hip hop theme as well, but it was fun and the music was good. After three hours though, you didn't really care cause where the fuck is Kelis?! 

We had to take the last metro at 23.58 so to make that we had to leave quarter to. She came on 23.35... The crowd was not happy but as soon as she hit the stage everything lit up and the entire evening went into a pink shimmer, she's a great performer, captured the audience and got everyone in a great mood. So it was a bit shit having to leave after 15 min but at least we saw her and heard the best songs... 

So it wasn't a total train wreck...
Pete Doherty yesterday was definitely a train wreck, it was a fucking plane crash. I like Truskel, it's a really cool place and yesterday they had a surprise concert with Pete D, the former boyfriend of Kate Moss and Amy Winehouse, ex member of the Libertines and Babyshambles and mainly known for his massive drug addiction. Yes I'm asking myself the same question, why did I even bother going? 

We had a nice time until we went up to the stage area, it was frickin crowded, I could physically not move, not even my hands and people were pushing and trying to get through and just being the regular jackass. In the words of my beloved roommate: "Who the fuck does he think he is, to let us wait over an hour for him to rock up" Scandalous but predictable. As soon as I saw his pale ruined crack face I was satisfied and could leave. So we did, getting out was NOT fun, a room full of drunk and probably drugged people, packed like fucking sardines was not my idea of a nice night out. I should have been able to guess I suppose, but the what, at least I can say that I've seen Pete D! Then again, why the hell would I want to be able to say that?