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I have been drawing on and off since I was just a kid. I have never pursued it any further though, as I never thought I would be good enough, so that´s why I lack any technique and it´s quite obvious. I only draw for pleasure whenever I feel like it - perhaps once in a year...
My first drawing when I was around 11 years old -my sister going to the dance ball
On the 19th of December he
finally arrived! His previously cancelled gig that was sabotaged by his
illness and postponed until today, was replaced in equivalent style. It only made us more excited.
Me and Eva
went to grab some bite into the pub across the road from the Arena and then we
have waited for Aneta in a drizzling rain. There weren´t as many
people by the main entrance gates, which allowed us to get in quite easily.
After being scanned over like a bunch of terrorists, we got through as discreetly
as possible. As we had places booked for standing in front of the stage, we
merrily run toward the front, which was the second best position closest to the
stage without it being the most expensive. But boy, the waiting! We have sat
there from 6.30 till 8pm, when the Arena was already filled with people, and the forerunners (whose name nobody remembers) started to play. It was so obnoxious to wait
for so long and still see no sign of Lenny, that many people got upset during the
band´s performance and tried to shout them out. The singer wasn´t bad, their music was quite alright, but the nervousnesss was prevaling at this point.
People were unhappy and started calling Lenny´s name, so the singer got little
upset and shouted back :“I love you too“.
It had been a heartbreaking and tiring hour and a half of waiting in the united tension.
While we had listened to Freddie´s Rock it (Prime Jive), which made me all the
more jittery, and The Who, two of my most favorite bits of all time, the huge
stage curtain kept only blowing in the wind without any signs of other
movement. The only person who has ever walked out was a tuner guy with Santa´s hat
on.
And then, finally, the lights turned off, and the band walked out and….well,
Lenny still kept hiding in the shadows – and then suddenly appeared in the
middle of the stage like this God (which of course he was). I had had a feeling
that his first song will be the one I love the most – „Dirty white boots“.
There is a story tied to this one, as whenever I had sang it, I thought he
sings Dirty white boobs, which didn´t make much sense, but it made me laugh
when I realized he sings about boots instead. And guess what, he started off
just with that. It was quite spectacular to see him in flesh. I remember having
watched him on MTV when I was a kid some 20 years ago or more, when he still
fashioned his long dreadlocks, and seeing him after such a long time twenty
metres right in front of my eyes, still looking preposterously young and cool,
I could not help but to swoon with pleasure. He was so ridiculously sexy in
his clothes and with his unique, frivolous body language. If you could put confidence in one word,
concentrated into a person, it would have to be him. I loved the way he jerked his head from time
to time, it was a body language of black singers, the moves of the real soul
musicians, the ones who have music in their veins instead of blood. It was
tantalizing to watch him, not mentioning the way ha sang. He thanked us all for
coming, and shouted out "Thank you Praha" several times- which always brought on a huge
aplaus. Another songs he entertained were American woman,
It ain´t over till it´s over, Strut, Dancing till down, Sister, Let love
rule (at which he made us all sing along), Fly away, The Chamber, or Are you
gonna go my way. All of them were fabulous and brought us all to the boiling
point. At least the front rows were all heated up. It took a while for him to
lift the people up from their seats and make them join in singing Let love rule. Czechs are
just glued to their places and it´s not the first time I´ve encoutered this,
they act as if being scared to show any
sing of pleasure or excitement. But I sang and screamed and danced, as if
nothing of this mattered. The good one was "I belong to you", where even the shyest person got up, sang and waved their hands. After he walked away from the stage having been received
with enormous aplaus, we were calling him out for another ten minutes in
complete darkness, desparately shouting his name and whistling. It
already seemed he won´t re-appear. But he did, and he took an ace out of his
sleeve! Santana himself came on the stage and played a solo. It was a big
shock, as nobody had expected surprise of such kind. Well, I guess Lenny just
wanted to tease us a little! One thing is for sure, I´ll never forget this gig,
it was utterly mind shattering experience, for me almost the same as if I had
seen Jim Hendrix, eventhough it wouldn´t be right to make such comparisons. But
tell me honestly, is there anyone on the musical scene these days, who´d make
such good music and still rock in his 50´s that would come as close to Hendrix
as Lenny has? I doubt it. And when he smiled, it was as if the heaven opened.....Hallelujah :)