The signs plastered along the route from Stockwell to the Brixton
Academy
didn't make sense tonight. The words "Don''t End Up Like Pete The
Junkie"
gave out a confusing message. If tonight's show is what a 'junkie' can
achieve, well...it seems Judge McIvor has known what has been possible
and
the sign posters had better take a second look at what Pete is doing
these
days.Peter Doherty was in total control of his voice and his guitar
playing
as he lead the band and his two guest singers, Kate Moss and Wolfnman,
to
some spectacular highlights that punctuated the evening
The gig was sold out, even with the balcony open. Touts were buying
£20
tickets for £25 and selling them for £35. The merchandise stall saw a
brisk
business, particularly for the new "Ficeck Forever" t-shirt that sold
to
more than freinds and family. The bar was busy while Little Man Tate
gave it
their best, but the crowd didn't care. They'd come to see the Shambles.
Pete swirled on stage with a bottle of beer and doused the first
rows of
the most pit with its contents. Straight into "Pipedown", a pared down
perfunctuary minimalistic version - partly because Mik's guitar did not
appear to be plugged into the amplifier. A QPR flag appeared on stage
and
issued the only boos of the night as Pete brandished it with pride.
Pete strapped up for a magnficent version of "Baddies Boogie"
which had
to be stopped by the security because of the power of the moshpit. The
band
was ushered off stage and returned shortly to finish the song before
launing
into a rocking "Beg Steal or Borrow" which has grown in electric
stature
from its acoustic beginnings. Pete's guitar playing was adventurous and
confident, filled with atttude and heart.
Pete kept the guitar for "The Blinding" and "Unstookietitled", but
laid
it aside for the drama of "Sedative" which saw him at the front of the
stage
drenched in diffused light and wisps of smoke from his only cigarette
of the
night.
Adam and Drew were tight and even Mik's often reticient guitar
found a
place in the spotlight. The show's most grand and eloquent moments were
in
"Killimangiro" which expanded to fill the Academy and the hearts of the
fans
who sing every word as they have done for years. Gone was Pete's cry
"I
believe in love" and instead his silence and the energy of the band
filled
the sonic room.
It was followed by "Side of the Road" and "You Talk" before Kate
dazzled
the crowd in "La Belle et Le Bete" with her deadpan vocal and her crazy
girls-just-want-to-have-fun squiggle off the stage. "The Delivery"
surged
despite a few sour notes and "Time for Heroes" was greeted with raised
arms
and fists punching the air.
"Unbilotitled" was followed by a thank you from Pete to "Ms. Moss"
before introducing Wolfman who joied him to sing what is called the
first
live peformance of "For Lovers". It worked really well and seemed
touchingly appropriate in this night of unions and reunions.
A poppy "I Wish" closed the set and gave the crowd a new chorus to
sing
while waiting for an encore which was "Albion", "Back from the Dead",
FUCK
FOREVER.
There were many new fans tonight. They didn't know the words to
the
"Bumfest" songs and demanded those they were familiar with. There was
no
"Pete, Pete, Pete". No hats, letters or pieces of jewellery were thrown
on
to the stage. No fans lighting his cigarette from the foot of the
stage.
Pete didn't stage dive. Patrick didn't spark out splintered
electricity. It
was a different night. As good as the old ones. I hope to see many
more
nights like this.
200turtles
Monday, 19 February 2007
Sunday, 18 February 2007
PETE FALLS IN LOVE WITH LUCY MOUSE AT MANCHESTER GIG SAT.17TH FEB! ( how did 'The Sun' miss this?!)
Lucy’s parting words ... as she hopped onto the tour bus last night were “Wish Me Well” and she never looked back (literally).
And that was the last I saw of her.
Until that is... Pete walked on stage carrying her lovingly in his arms.
Wowwwwww She’d done it. She’d finally realised her dream and hit the big time.
Her last minute audition on the tour bus must have ticked all the right boxes and been a huge success.
I Can’t believe my eyes – one minute she’s sitting on a shelf at home practising her song, and a couple of hours later she’s
On stage with her Hero – Pete Doherty - as his bloody backing singer.
At one point she even shared the mike (mice) with Pete – duetting with him.
Tears of pride welled up in my eyes.
I haven’t heard from her since, and she’s not answering her mobile, so I’m getting a little worried now – because what I thought was a glimpse of a new red polka dot skirt could well have been her little spotted hanky tied up with all her worldly goods. (the kind you tie to a stick and ceremoniously throw over your shoulder in all the old fairytales)
After the show, when leaving my seat -I had to make sure no-one could see my bottom. – not that I sat down that much, but the one time I did - someone chucked a fag end away and it ended up in my seat and set me on fire ! wondered what the sensation was that was getting hotter and hotter.... first I thought it was a slug of warm lager...and then it was hot as coal... owwwcccchhhhhhh. and then I had a glaring big hole in my skirt
After reclaiming my camera from the ‘heavies’ which was snatched from me mid-gig.
I then walked round to the side exit to congratulate her – but there was no sign of her...
I personally thought she’d have headed into the little olde pub next door to wait for me - cos she likes the odd tipple – but
I heard a low whisper in the crowd - that after the show, she’d been offered a modelling contract and someone actually witnessed her being whisked off and stepping into a Black Land Rover Registration GIO ... which was still parked up outside. The windows were blacked out – so I couldn’t see inside. Hmmmmmmm
Looks like her voice and that little Polka Dot number went down a ‘Storm’
And
YES...... WOW, DOUBLE BLOODY WOW.... The Show was Amazing !
PETE - YOU EXCELLED YOURSELF.
We LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT
And a thousand thankyous for taking Lucy into your heart and on to the stage with you.
You really are a Sweetheart with a heart of Gold.
From this day forth – may polka dots fill your eyes – and skies !
Please look after her and try and Keep her off the hard stuff – She’s led a very sheltered life.
The worst she’s ever had is over-ripe gorgonzola
With special Love x x x Lorraine and Daisy
And that was the last I saw of her.
Until that is... Pete walked on stage carrying her lovingly in his arms.
Wowwwwww She’d done it. She’d finally realised her dream and hit the big time.
Her last minute audition on the tour bus must have ticked all the right boxes and been a huge success.
I Can’t believe my eyes – one minute she’s sitting on a shelf at home practising her song, and a couple of hours later she’s
On stage with her Hero – Pete Doherty - as his bloody backing singer.
At one point she even shared the mike (mice) with Pete – duetting with him.
Tears of pride welled up in my eyes.
I haven’t heard from her since, and she’s not answering her mobile, so I’m getting a little worried now – because what I thought was a glimpse of a new red polka dot skirt could well have been her little spotted hanky tied up with all her worldly goods. (the kind you tie to a stick and ceremoniously throw over your shoulder in all the old fairytales)
After the show, when leaving my seat -I had to make sure no-one could see my bottom. – not that I sat down that much, but the one time I did - someone chucked a fag end away and it ended up in my seat and set me on fire ! wondered what the sensation was that was getting hotter and hotter.... first I thought it was a slug of warm lager...and then it was hot as coal... owwwcccchhhhhhh. and then I had a glaring big hole in my skirt
After reclaiming my camera from the ‘heavies’ which was snatched from me mid-gig.
I then walked round to the side exit to congratulate her – but there was no sign of her...
I personally thought she’d have headed into the little olde pub next door to wait for me - cos she likes the odd tipple – but
I heard a low whisper in the crowd - that after the show, she’d been offered a modelling contract and someone actually witnessed her being whisked off and stepping into a Black Land Rover Registration GIO ... which was still parked up outside. The windows were blacked out – so I couldn’t see inside. Hmmmmmmm
Looks like her voice and that little Polka Dot number went down a ‘Storm’
And
YES...... WOW, DOUBLE BLOODY WOW.... The Show was Amazing !
PETE - YOU EXCELLED YOURSELF.
We LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT
And a thousand thankyous for taking Lucy into your heart and on to the stage with you.
You really are a Sweetheart with a heart of Gold.
From this day forth – may polka dots fill your eyes – and skies !
Please look after her and try and Keep her off the hard stuff – She’s led a very sheltered life.
The worst she’s ever had is over-ripe gorgonzola
With special Love x x x Lorraine and Daisy
Peter by Héber Bensi
Pete Doherty (Héber Bensi)
Mestre Pete nasceu no dia 12 de março,
Mas nós nunca saberemos, não, nunca saberemos de
Onde veio todo o seu talento em poesia,
Poesia contemplada sobre as pedras da estrada.
Guerreiro, vocalista, eterno poeta Libertino;
Fez história ao lado de seu amigo Carl Barat...
E hoje canta com seus amigos dos Babyshambles
Os acordes de vida, brilha a poesia de Pete Doherty.
Pete Doherty, uma grande inspiração para mim,
Sim, mestre Pete, obrigado por me dizer que minha hora
Chegou, por mais que eles me dissessem que ela
Nunca chegaria para mim. Pete, eu te amo, sim.
Mas nós nunca vamos saber de onde seu talento veio...
Mas saberemos onde você chegará, em algum lugar
Além da eternidade, onde só a poesia é capaz de levar.
Mestre Pete nasceu no dia 12 de março,
Mas nós nunca saberemos, não, nunca saberemos de
Onde veio todo o seu talento em poesia,
Poesia contemplada sobre as pedras da estrada.
Guerreiro, vocalista, eterno poeta Libertino;
Fez história ao lado de seu amigo Carl Barat...
E hoje canta com seus amigos dos Babyshambles
Os acordes de vida, brilha a poesia de Pete Doherty.
Pete Doherty, uma grande inspiração para mim,
Sim, mestre Pete, obrigado por me dizer que minha hora
Chegou, por mais que eles me dissessem que ela
Nunca chegaria para mim. Pete, eu te amo, sim.
Mas nós nunca vamos saber de onde seu talento veio...
Mas saberemos onde você chegará, em algum lugar
Além da eternidade, onde só a poesia é capaz de levar.
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