Anyway, I had initially planned to go there with BF but BF is still in Roast beef Land I had to find a substitute. I actually found two very Good people, willing to come with me to a fricking awesome concert. It was a Friday and the sun was shining, like you expect it to be in July. The whole afternoon had been really warm, and I was so happy about that because I the concert location was the Olympia Reitanlage, that is Munich Riding facilities and thus … open air.
We left early because the Concert location in question is kind of remote. You need to take the S-bahn there and then walk for like 1 to 2 km to get there. Then there is the traditional routine of getting all your really dangerous weapon taken away, like for example, you bottle of water. Theoretically, you could use water as a weapon, indeed and maybe try to throw the bottle on somebody, or worse… drawn Jack Johnson.
We took or seat and enjoyed the sun while the pre-band was playing. I know the pre-band was good, I actually like them, but like at each concert I was mentally screaming: “boooooooo go away, we want Jack Johnson”. Now that I think about it, it was not mentally screaming. It was just screaming.
And then, He came and He started to sing. And without knowing it, I was screaming again. The stage was arranged with some huge frames, which were actually monitors, showing either videos e.g. from surfing or showing Jack and his musicians.
Ironically, it is when Jack Johnson started to sing, that it all went wrong, in the weather are. The sky rapidly got darker, and we all knew that a summer storm was coming; we were just praying that it would not reach us. For God’s sake, it had been 8 months I was waiting for the concert! Of course it did reach us, and not just a bit.
It started by a clear change in the air density, followed by some really entertaining pink lightening (how pretty). It was then a bit of rain and some wind (cuz otherwise we would not be cold enough) and then we started actually hearing the thunder, it got closer and closer. And then, finally, the sky must have broken loose, because it started pouring rain on us, like I have rarely experienced. I even started wondering how it possible that so much water is just held in the air. I don’t wanna play Joey, but it is actually quite impressing.
The couple behind us was kind enough to try covering us with their umbrella. As we were sitting, it led me to relatively dry hair, though curling, to totally wet legs. Happily I am not made of sugar. I felt really sorry, for all the “surfers” that came barefoot and “bare chest”. They did not seem to mind either actually and were dancing all around.
Jack Johnson was there, and if he did not keep us warm at least he distracted us from our frozen feet. He played a lot of songs from the latest album as well as some “classics”. So we heard Sleep through the static, Good people, Hope, Banana Pancakes, Bubble Toes, Same girl, Sitting Waiting Wishing, Flake, Do you remember, Go On, etc
When playing Banana pancakes, the sentence “can’t you see it is raining” took a whole new meaning for Jack Johnson and for us, the crowd, being miserable but incredibly happy. Happy until the concert had to be stopped (because of the thunder) for at least half and hour. A lot of people left, and my two friends were considering it, so to entertain them and convince them to stay I alternatively: sang, remembered them how much the tickets had cost and yelled at the leaving people that they were “losers, who did not deserve Jack Johnson to sing for them if they were ready to leave because of a couple of drops”. Yes, I am a friendly person.
Finally, while my friends were still trying to convince me to leave and that the concert was over, it started again –thank god. And again, It was awesome. T. had managed to find for all of us a plastic bag, initially meant for trash, but not used yet, that we opened and use to protect us from the rain. It could not keep us wet, as we were since long retaining in our clothes liters of water…
I know, it could have sucked. I mean I was wet like I have never been in my life (outside a pool), totally freezing but I was having so much fun, I really did not care and was in a great mood.
After a while, the body temperature of my friends got too low for them to be able to actually enjoy anything and for the sake of the group, I accepted to leave without waiting for the end of the concert. But I negociated some “five more minutes” and “one last song” and when we started leaving Jack said “ok guys this is the last song and then I ll let you go home”. And my friends were so kind to me and so nice, “lieb” like the Germans say, that they accepted to stay for the last song. And it was the best ever: a mix from Better together and Angel. I could have cried.
Then we had to walk the kilometres back to the station under the rain, in the mud, and it sucked but did not matter. We wringed our clothes before coming in the train and liters of water literally came out. We ended up wet and happy in the city center burger King to warm us up. And you could see right away, who was at the concert or not. Mascara running, my panda style even earned me a “great concert, right?” with a bright smile from a cutie. See, it was all totally worth it.
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