Following The Big Pink, Liz and I idly chatted about our favourite Black Rebel songs. Mine is ‘Berlin’, you might have seen it mentioned in my ‘Berlin Calling’ post. However, we both agreed that we’d both come for the iconic ‘Spread Your Love’. Arriving promptly on stage at 8.30pm, we marvelled at Black Rebel’s punctuality. Little were we to know that we were in for a musical cocktail of foot stomping anthems and low key acoustic melodies, enough to melt even the most withered heart.
Now, at gigs, I’m not one to dance. Sometimes I’ll nod my head to the beat or tap one foot, sometimes I’ll jump up and down…but last night, we had the works. Sashaying, hands in the air, beer-filled hair flicking, jumping… It got a little rough down near the front, especially as the crowd was mainly men, and five minutes into Black Rebel’s set, I’d long lost hope for blog photographs, I was merely hoping the strap on my bag would hold!
If you want to peek at footage from the gig, last night’s fearless gig goers have shared this YouTube:
(Look out for me at the start!)
Two hours later, the curfew had arrived and we were being herded to the doors and cloakrooms with only memories, weary legs and the promise of YouTube to grip on to. The mixture of heat, beer air missiles and hair swishing had worked their magic and transformed my hair into its Kate Bush alter ego. Thank God I had stuffed my hat into my coat pocket, much shame avoided for the walk back to the car.
If you ever get the chance to go see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, GO!