Post by pedrogunner on May 3, 2015 3:22:06 GMT -5
Ok. It's 5 o'clock in the morning and I've just got back from Buenos Aires.
I'll be very short because I'm too tired.
This was probably (one never knows!) the last time I saw Motörhead in my land.
And I think it could not have been better, considering all of the health issues we all know about. Of course Lemmy looks weak, and everything else...
But I must say one thing: after the gig, I was a happier person. That is what Lemmy caused on me. I'm so happy for having seeing him again.
Tomorrow I'll write something more about the show itself (same set list as Brazil) and the other bands.
Cheers from a happy guy here in Rosario!
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This is not exactly a very detailed review on the show itself, but mainly a bunch of feelings that I sent per email to some of my friends. I've tried to translate it the most accurate I could.
I don't have much time this days, but I'll try to post a review from the Judas Priest and Ozzy shows, which both were a blast.
The seven days before the Motörhead gig in Buenos Aires could have been defined as "the world's longest week."
From the moment we found out that the gig in San Pablo was cancelled, began running a series of rumors, mixture of lies, misinformation by promoters and managers, and a great deal of truth too.
The spotlight of the rumors was set on Lemmy's health. Nothing new in these recent years, but always worth paying attention.
As the week went on, the picture began to clear with the presentation of the band in Curitiba. There we saw that the problem which Lemmy had had, was indeed a drawback from something he had eaten.
Now everything was more promising, the show went smoothly in Curitiba. Then it came Porto Alegre. And later...
Saturday dawned cloudy at home in Rosario. It had been raining all night, and the forecast for Buenos Aires was not very hopeful.
However -after 300 km by bus- the arrival in the capital city was with a hot sun and many white clouds hiding just a couple of grays ones.
After a couple of hours wandering in search of cold beer and burgers that would not make it through any kind of food control, we decided to enter the venue.
The clock struck 5pm when the bright sun began to hide behind gray and cold clouds.
The temperature dropped. The rain seemed imminent.
In other words, the weather was perfect for what was about to come.... Or do we want to see Motörhead under a bright sunshine and multicolored butterflies fluttering over our heads? Come on!
At 17.20hs -as it was scheduled- came on stage the person we were all waiting for. With his classic clothing, wielding the legendary Rickenbacker and flanked by these two beasts called Mikkey Dee and Phil Campbell, God stood before the microphone and announced: Good evening! We are Motörhead and we play rock and roll!
After those words we all should have said Amen, but the machinery started to roar and did not give us time to breathe.
All doubts and uncertainties generated around Lemmy's health and its consequences on his performance were happily appeased.
Of course he looked thin and a little weak. Almost 70 years, lived mostly based on alcohol, drugs and rock, and together with diabetes, it can not be good for no one's health.
Even for God.
But Lemmy firmly rose to the occasion.
The band sounded powerful. Mikkey Dee was the beast we all know on the drums, and the people rewarded him with several applause.
Phil Campbell, the low profile genius, and in my opinion not valued the way he should be. He has been the perfect guitar player for Motörhead since many years now, there's no novelty in this words.
He looked much more participatory, trying to help Lemmy with the interaction with the public, or talking to allow him to drink some water or gatorade (do not know the exact content on the bottle, but for sure was not whiskey with coca cola anymore
).
The setlist was pretty much the same as ever in recent years. With the great addition of two Aftershock songs, "Do you believe" and "Lost Woman Blues".
Then the classics, which are always cheered by the people with a big beautiful mosh (pogo, as we call it here).
The end came quickly. Lemmy introduced the band, then asked us not to forget who they were nor what they played. And right there, as it was known, Overkill completed the bombing of rock that had begun nearly 60 minutes earlier.
Rickenbacker distortion was shrieking on the background until they left the stage. The happiness of seeing Lemmy once again will be eternal.
I'll be very short because I'm too tired.
This was probably (one never knows!) the last time I saw Motörhead in my land.
And I think it could not have been better, considering all of the health issues we all know about. Of course Lemmy looks weak, and everything else...
But I must say one thing: after the gig, I was a happier person. That is what Lemmy caused on me. I'm so happy for having seeing him again.
Tomorrow I'll write something more about the show itself (same set list as Brazil) and the other bands.
Cheers from a happy guy here in Rosario!
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
This is not exactly a very detailed review on the show itself, but mainly a bunch of feelings that I sent per email to some of my friends. I've tried to translate it the most accurate I could.
I don't have much time this days, but I'll try to post a review from the Judas Priest and Ozzy shows, which both were a blast.
The seven days before the Motörhead gig in Buenos Aires could have been defined as "the world's longest week."
From the moment we found out that the gig in San Pablo was cancelled, began running a series of rumors, mixture of lies, misinformation by promoters and managers, and a great deal of truth too.
The spotlight of the rumors was set on Lemmy's health. Nothing new in these recent years, but always worth paying attention.
As the week went on, the picture began to clear with the presentation of the band in Curitiba. There we saw that the problem which Lemmy had had, was indeed a drawback from something he had eaten.
Now everything was more promising, the show went smoothly in Curitiba. Then it came Porto Alegre. And later...
Saturday dawned cloudy at home in Rosario. It had been raining all night, and the forecast for Buenos Aires was not very hopeful.
However -after 300 km by bus- the arrival in the capital city was with a hot sun and many white clouds hiding just a couple of grays ones.
After a couple of hours wandering in search of cold beer and burgers that would not make it through any kind of food control, we decided to enter the venue.
The clock struck 5pm when the bright sun began to hide behind gray and cold clouds.
The temperature dropped. The rain seemed imminent.
In other words, the weather was perfect for what was about to come.... Or do we want to see Motörhead under a bright sunshine and multicolored butterflies fluttering over our heads? Come on!
At 17.20hs -as it was scheduled- came on stage the person we were all waiting for. With his classic clothing, wielding the legendary Rickenbacker and flanked by these two beasts called Mikkey Dee and Phil Campbell, God stood before the microphone and announced: Good evening! We are Motörhead and we play rock and roll!
After those words we all should have said Amen, but the machinery started to roar and did not give us time to breathe.
All doubts and uncertainties generated around Lemmy's health and its consequences on his performance were happily appeased.
Of course he looked thin and a little weak. Almost 70 years, lived mostly based on alcohol, drugs and rock, and together with diabetes, it can not be good for no one's health.
Even for God.
But Lemmy firmly rose to the occasion.
The band sounded powerful. Mikkey Dee was the beast we all know on the drums, and the people rewarded him with several applause.
Phil Campbell, the low profile genius, and in my opinion not valued the way he should be. He has been the perfect guitar player for Motörhead since many years now, there's no novelty in this words.
He looked much more participatory, trying to help Lemmy with the interaction with the public, or talking to allow him to drink some water or gatorade (do not know the exact content on the bottle, but for sure was not whiskey with coca cola anymore
).The setlist was pretty much the same as ever in recent years. With the great addition of two Aftershock songs, "Do you believe" and "Lost Woman Blues".
Then the classics, which are always cheered by the people with a big beautiful mosh (pogo, as we call it here).
The end came quickly. Lemmy introduced the band, then asked us not to forget who they were nor what they played. And right there, as it was known, Overkill completed the bombing of rock that had begun nearly 60 minutes earlier.
Rickenbacker distortion was shrieking on the background until they left the stage. The happiness of seeing Lemmy once again will be eternal.
!
