Think Locally...

Alright everyone...it has taken me a couple of days to recuperate from the complete and utter havoc that was Gogol Bordello on Saturday.

On saturday afternoon, I began to get the pre-gig jitters that I normally experience.
It just hits me...the anticipation, the excitement, the rush of it all.
I began to wrangle everyone up as I changed into my outfit for the night.
It was nothing out the ordinary really, as the whole gypsy-punk thing is how I have dressed since I was very young.
I thank my Baba for passing this style onto me. :D
What I wore was a bright blue shirt saying "THE DAY" which is for our Ukrainian independence, and it has Ukraine on it with a massive Tryzub.
I then wore two belts, of which I merely threw on, black shorts that have buttons all over them and my Brazil shoes.
Though I was annoyed that my cousins were poking fun at me, I remembered that this is the way I like to dress, and that I was going to be avin' it tonight!
After some drama involving cats that nearly made us late, we eventually made it into the city to the House of Blues.
There was a line already, but for some reason the cousins felt it was prudent to eat.
After wasting time walking round to look for some food, we went to a dive pizza shop and had a slice.
Much to my prediction, as we returned to the HOB, the line was massive and stretching round the side of the building.
As we were in line, I noticed loads of people staring at my shirt, and my brother's as well, which read "UkraiNEON".
I noticed loads of Eastern European people around, though there were many posers too.
I reckon you can't have a good show without lame posers anyway. :P

Moving on...
We had seen part of the group that we were sort of with in line before, and they told us that they would meet us inside.
After gazing at them skeptically, I came to the conclusion that they hadn't been to many gigs before.

Once inside, we planted ourselves on the floor, about four people thick from the stage.
It began to fill, but we had no sight of the two other parties that would "meet us" inside.
I ran off and got a shirt for myself, and barely made it back to my place.
There were some well annoying people round me, two of which were seemingly genderless short people that had severe body odor.
I was beginning to wane in paitience, as the DJ that was playing was rubbish, and seemed to be playing for an AGE.
The crowd was already very drunk, and getting actually very violent towards said DJ, so when Gogol Bordello finally came out, there was one immense crush!
I got the wind knocked out of me, it seemed like all the oxygen had vanished from the room, the temperature went up to astronomical heights and it was such a force of people, moshing like there was no tomoz!
The crowd never stopped. Literally.
I got shoved, shuffled, groped...the works!
Gogol put on an INCREDIBLE performance, and they somehow kept their energy up for the nearly twenty songs they had played!
Eugene Hutz, lead vocals, is such an amazing performer. He had nearly finished a bottle of wine during the end of the set.
Not to mention that his pants were so low that I was having a party...lol.
There was bodysurfing, and loads of people got ejected.
I went particularly mad during the tracks of Ultimate, American Wedding, Immigrant Punk, Start Wearing Purple, Wonderlust King, Not A Crime, Think Locally, F'ck Globally, Mishto!, Tribal Connection, Sally and essentially every other song!
One thing is certain...they sound better live than they do on record!
Towards the end of the show, I saw one of my mates fly past and disappear again. At least he was enjoying himself, unlike my cousins.

Putting their dampening moods aside, I left there with scratches, my shoe had fallen apart, I was short of breath from being hit in the stomach multiple times, my pants were unlaced and I tasted of lager.
Such a messy, messy night.

My message for you all is:
Think Locally...Fuck Globally!