Paris, nothing to do, alone, bored... so i found out Interpol was playing around Pigalle at this place called, la Boule Noire, so i decided to take the few euros i had, dress completely in black and go. Im outside and i see the line to get in, im there standing waiting, and i hear its a private concert given for a radio station, the venue was not even open for the public yet, and you had to be a vip or invited by the radio station. So i move out from the line and go check on the doors, i see the list and i see two huge black french bouncers looking pretty fucking mean. Then i see a guy going in, then out to that huge white broadcast bus next to the venue, and everything around my head was like that, turning around trying to find a way to get in. I remember then, Tabs (girlfriend of the guitar player of my friends band) saying, yeah my sister went to school with Paul Banks, he was this dirty nerdy loser that used to be bullied at el ASF...
Si! a perfect bluff. So i go back in the line, i wait to get to the door and as soon as i could control my nerves, i tell the bouncer im in the list, and i go in straight to the list guy, i give him my name and he searches me, and searches my name again and again, just to tell me: well i cant find your name are you sure you were invited? i go like: yes, Paul Banks, the singer, invited me, we went to school together in Mexico, you could go ask him. So he sends somebody and i had to wait there at the entrance, most of the people was already in, and i was really nervous, but i couldnt go back, i had to play the whole hand, once you call the all in, theres no turn back. So im playing my part waiting, trying to look relaxed and the guy comes back, tells the other guy something i couldnt hear, and he comes to me to tell me... Im sorry if you are not on the list we cant do anything. Everything crashes, i go out to the cold, but before i use my puppy eyes to give my last: please? but i found no success and the cold air from the empty street was inevitable.
Obstacle 1 - Interpol live at NBC
The guy from the bus: eh! toi, fille, ouais toi, viens la, tu veu voir?
Pandy: umm, okay.
The guy from the bus: regarde la télé, on est entrain d'enrengistrer.
Pandy: oh! merci beaucoup.
So i watched the concert outside the venue over this small tv from the door of a broadcasting bus. It looked a little bit like this video, but with not such a big production work. This was back in 04, it was the black sessions show and was taped, recorded and broadcasted live on Radio France.
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By the way, i found just this:
http://www.thelineofbestfit.com/2007/04/black-sessions-special-part-3-of-3-interpol-live-2004-download/
You can download the session of that night, just follow the link.
jeje... the perfect bluff...
Too bad it didnt work!
I know! i thought that at least Mr Paul Banks would be curious about who could be that chick from the ASF that happened to be in Paris for his show! haha imagine? like oh yeah Paul well.. hmmm... sorry, im not from the ASF, you dont know me but.. im from Mexico! yeah! and well im your fan, can i stay for the show? hahaha
great story
jajaja yeah, saying that "Im from México" should be enough... jaja... its exotic enough! jaja (tell us more stories!)
mexico? i love ethnicity
Bummer.
Saludos.
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