Yeah, this was gonna be the gig of my life. Blur. Live. In London!
I'd seen them twice already (not much considering I've been a fan since Parklife - in my defence, I was only 15 when that one came out and Blur music finally made it's way to Belgium). The first time I saw them was in 1999, on their 13 Tour at Rock Werchter. That's a festival, so that wasn't exactly the real thing. Still, I was on top of the world finally watching them perform live! And then they came back, in 2003 for Think Tank, this time in Brussels in a proper venue (AB). Amazing, unbelievable gig. There was just one thing missing: Graham. So again, not really the real stuff, innit? (I did see Graham though, a couple of years later in another venue in Brussels, performing solo. And I even had the chance to chat with him after the gig. Wicked.)
Then came the gig of my life so far: The Good The Bad And The Queen. In an old church in Bristol. Being the only 2 non-British people in the room ("You came all the way from Belgium? Wow, cool" - It sure was), just 3 feet away from 2 of my musical heroes (Paul Simonon being the other one), I'd never been that close to musical heaven.
Their reunion gig in Hyde Park was gonna be the ultimate step. The tickets were printed, the flying tickets were paid for and the hotel was booked. Yes it really really really was gonna happen. Or so I thought. Two days before the gig I got this unbelievable abdominal pain. Went to the doctor and the verdict was phenomenally hard: surgery. I was in hospital during almost whole of Blurs reunion tour. Can you believe that? I hadn't had anything this serious for 15 years and just now this struck me. I couldn't believe it. And still can't.
But life goes on. And one of these days the double cd of the Thursday gig will arrive (surely I'd already ordered that). I'll be thrilled to have it, but it'll also be a little sour listening to it, knowing that I could have been there. Should have been there.
Oh well, I live on hope. Hope that there's gonna be new work and, maybe, another tour. If there is, I'll be there, no matter what. First gig they announce. Or maybe the second. But I'll be there.
For all the people that did get to see them somewhere this last month: you lucky bastards.