Potser els visitants regulars (visitants regulars! o aquí hi ha molt de gent a l'atur o gent amb una tolerancia generosa) al bloc se'n recordaran que he tocat al tema concerts alguna vegada. Gràcies a una generosa beca del govern britanic, als finals del '80 vaig viure una epoca gloriosa de poder anar a concerts 2 o 3 cops per setmana ... però ultimament, anem a ben pocs. Tot canvia - començant per les exigencies i interessos de la vida, sumat a familia i feina, i les politiques economiques de Brussel·les, pos potser ara he anat a 4 (de pago) en els ultims 5 anys.
Han anat passant grups i cantants per Barcelona, molts dels quals en un altre moment de la vida hauria anat a vore, però m'he aguantat. Però si que tenia clar que si algun cop venien els Waterboys no ho perdriem per res! Pos, a l'abril van venir, i ho vam saltar - massa seny! Aixi que, avui toca escoltar-los.
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As regular visitors (i.e. unemployed people - half of Catalonia - or those with a generous tolerance for these half-baked rants) to this blog may have noticed, a recurring theme is that of concerts. That is, all those 80s' concerts I managed to see thanks to a generous government university grant, and all those concerts I don't go to anymore - down to general changes in aims in life, family, work, Brussels economic policies etc. We've probably only been to 4 (paying ones) in the last 5 years.
Many of my favourite groups and singers have been and gone to Barcelona, but we haven't been up to see them. However, we always said if the Waterboys ever came ... well, they've been, and we didn't go. Too much common sense I hear you shout.
So, we'll just have to make do with a song...
some memories are better left as rose tinted ones perhaps? I know I've watched some old cartoons and things that I used to love as a child.... and then when you actually see them again.... well, meh!
ResponEliminaWise words, Mr Fox.
ResponEliminaThanks!