by GinaSuperCat on 17 Sep 2007 22:57
Late, late, late...I know but I have 90 minutes after my classes to sit in the office while PapaCat is finishing teaching his seminar and given the fact I haven't slept since the three hours on Sat. night ("hell" is kind of an understatement for what happened to me on the way home), reading Vico is just not gonna happen tonight, so messageboard it is <grin>
I had an absolute blast in the Grolsch Music Cafe with the SCnetters and I head over to the concert feeling nothing less than a charmed SuperCat. I enter the queue for the field at 17:30 when the doors open and just walk right through the front section and position myself about four people back a bit towards Sting's side. I end up befriending two fellows who are so very sweet to my left and notice that three fellas to the right all have custom made t shirts (one has RO another XAN and the third NE in huge red velveteen letters on the front of stark black shirts with Amsterdam Arena and the present date on the back). I immediately know I'm in good company!
After Fiction Plane, I notice that the guys in the shirts are actually planning to take them off (they have shirts underneath, as well) and hold them up so I tell them about the flag and we end up coordinating with so we can all hold up our stuff to be viewed by the Police in tandem.
We're all in position and the two fellas to the left who are getting a kick out of my tour itinerary, insist that I stand in front of them to wave the flag. I tell you, I met some of the friendliest people on the field both nights and just had a complete blast, in part due to awesome impromptu company in part due to the most kick-ass live music. Everyone got a kick out of the flag and we take a few pics with shirts and the flag, etc.
As Message rips open the retractable roof of the Arena, the whole crowd in my vicinity is just pulsing quarternotes...many are screaming the lyrics. It's so packed at this point that we are all shoulder to shoulder. During Walking on the Moon, I get this eerie sensation as I slowly rotate around 360 as 55000 people are singing the eyohs...it was one of the times where the sheer enormity of the event and the minuteness of one cat invokes a sense of awe...looking around when Sting says "there's 50k people here, I want to see 100k hands (sure, it's a line I've heard several times) this time creates that eerie tingle once again. I have the flag curled inward, hugging it up against my collar bone most of the time in what I developed as its protective storage mode with like mama hen wings around it.
The fellas with the Roxanne T-shirts hold them up twice and then I turn around and tell them to get them ready right before I know Roxanne is going to begin...they hold up the shirts and at one point, about halfway through the song, I see Andy wince his vision as if to make out the shirts and smile, nodding with a kind of approval and a brief gesture...I turn around and say "did you see that, Andy just acknowledged the shirts!" We're all kind of yelling, haha.
The flag got several points, a gesture, and once again the counting on the fingers (to 6 this time, I believe). I am now thinking that Stewart is providing the official tally of points for us, knowing that we record such things here <grin> Dietmar gets a great photo of the final point! The people in the field around me get excited when the flag gets a point, they laugh, or pat me on the shoulder, etc. For being so worried about the general admission field and the flag therein beforehand, I am having a freaking blast and feel like I have Flag Support around me...AWESOME!!!
Wow do the Police sound tight...the 4 counts + 4 rest (punctuated with that fantastic *CRACK*) at the end of Hole, in a teasingly extended fashion, just starts and stop on a freaking dime...it's an amazing part of that song live, just brilliant. I really like hearing Stewart play that groove live. The last part of the show just launches into near-earth orbit, like an all-of-a-sudden culmination of misleadingly incremental building of momentum, a reaching-critical mass, and any other faux-physics-for-liberal-artsy-inclined mixed metaphors you can fill in! <grin>
We all meet back at the Cafe and there are already pics up and posts about that, suffice it to say it was truly wonderful to meet Eugenio and Gio, and to hang out with Dive, Samburu, Dietmar, Sabine, AnyOther and to hand the flag over to Gio and watch him and Eugenio sign it. Come to think of it, I was a very lucky cat, having gotten to see Dietmar sign it the day before (and to have also seen the first signature hit the flag, the John Hancock of our lovely DiveMistress) among several others.
I had such a blast the day after the concert: SamburuSunset, DiveMistress and I hit the city. The day pretty much oscillates between piercing contemplation of the incredible as we visit both the Rijksmuseum and the RembrandtHuis, and antics that just leave my face hurting at the end of the day from all the laughing! Plus, nothing proves the dregree to which we are nutters more than the fact that the day ends with the three of us cooling our throbbing heels, all lined up in an internet cafe, posting on the board, ordering SC Vater sticks, and buying tickets for Challoween. Thanks again, ladies!
MMMMEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!