National Poetry Month, Day 9: Eugene Hutz

I've been revisiting Gogol Bordello the way I used to...and decided to stretch the definition of poetry for yesterday's post. This short video makes me feel the same way that a perfect poem does...

60 Revolutions per Minute

God bless adrenalin and lord have mercy on my beat-up body...but OH MY GOD. What a f--king show!

My punk rock friend D-Love would be ever so proud of my foray into moshing mania...Sure, it hurts when I breath, but we don't care!!

Much LOVE in the regions of the floor through which I traveled--lovely to be amongst my fellow citizens of Planet GB.

And I got to hang during parts of it with my dear friend R. for his first GB extravaganza. A special night for sure.

Here's a clip of the song that brought on one of the more fun moshing experiences during the show...




Here's the set list, though I'm very uncertain about the order past the first four songs:

Ultimate, Not a Crime, I Would Never Wanna Be Young Again, Supertheory of Supereverything, Wonderlust King, Mishto!, Tribal Connection, Forces of Victory, 60 Revolutions, American Wedding, Start Wearing Purple, Underdog World Strike, and Think Locally, Fuck Globally. Encore: Alcohol, Immigrant Punk, Baro Foro (which sandwiched samples of the following songs: Undestructable, Sally, My Strange Uncles from Abroad).

ANOTHER SHOW this Friday in Providence, RI, @ Lupo's Heartbreak Hotel, with my friend Mo. Also her first time. Yee haw! Show #8 for me... bring it on!

Holiest Happiest New Year Ever!

Before the show, Kate and I deemed my new glittery striped socks "MAGIC"...we rubbed them, we asked them to make it the best New Year ever...we told them "we trust you!" (At AJ's request, I bequeath you with an image of said socks...it's worth it to click on the picture so you can see the magic up close):





My knees are giant bruises, and my ribs are black and blue, but as DJ Hutz sings, "just as you think that it's all through....it's just the birth of something new!" (and holy crap, the socks only cost $2.99).

2007 ended and I got a kiss on the cheek from the Hutz as he walked the front-row rail after the show--he recognized my smile I suspect, and my striped arm sleeves, and from a couple playful exchanges we had during the show. Then at Mehanata (the Bulgarian Bar), I got a couple more sweaty kisses, including a few hair tussles, and a casual arm thrown over my shoulder. Nothing better than kisses from a lithe, beautiful, sweaty Ukrainian man. Well, maybe there a few things better, but not for New Year's.

2008 here I come.

There's a concert to share about (they played songs I've never heard them play live), and, socks be told, one magical cab ride at 5:15 am this morning (after leaving Eugene in the dust at Mehanata).

The show was unbelievable! More on that soon...

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

The Countdown!!!!

Dave Davies, senior writer for Philadelphia News
If I wanted to convince my friends to come with me to a Gogol Bordello concert, what should I tell them to expect?

Eugene Hutz of Gogol Bordello
Complete orgasmal hysteria

Davies
okay, you wanna fill that in a little bit?...

Hutz
I mean you can tell them whatever the hell you want to tell them, really, but it's all gonna end up in a peak experience of an emotional kind...

So, in exactly 24 hours I will be stepping into Terminal 5, baby, for the Greatest Show on Earth!

If we are here not to do, what you and I wanna do, and go forever crazy with it, why the fu-k we are even here?! Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!