TO HELL WITH FUNKY HATS. THERE WAS NO PAIN AT ALL.
During long faraway tour of summer '07 there were 2 final shows lurking ahead of us to be filmed in NYC. Our homebase, where we could get away with anything and where they would forgives us nothing. So we gave everything we had left on the first night. Then slept nothing, did a shot with everyone and their mother in Bulgarian bar after-party and gave it all again on the second night.
We simply thought we were safe with the footage of the first show. It seemed to have it all that we can offer. And we were sure we were never more tired in our lives than on the second night. However when mixmaster nasty Nate begun editing, it appeared strikingly obvious that extraverted crowd pleasing energy of the first show was loosing enormously to the most grueling internal performance of the second night, where the unknown resources were mobilized and where all funky hats turned into dust and nobady missed them. Even though sly and rested-up Sergey, who did manage to sleep, appeared in his native full trans-syberian regalia. Manic stomp Mishto and Forces of Victory are usually the test of our musical togetherness at every show and this time they glued us together even further. We seemed to drift and fall apart on stage in most unpredictable constelations forgetting all accumulated routines. My injured on the Warped tour foot was killing me but ultimate exhaustion was carrying us into a new place that would now become new chapter for GB. Pedro was on fire in his full panoramic GB show and special musical togetherness which we love so much was in full swing, we were surfing the flame.
So to hell with funky hats, my friends...my foot was hurting like a bastard, previously dislocated shoulder was screeming, but i felt no pain at all. Just the way Bob Marley promised us in one song back when we were little kids with a crazy dream.
THANK YOU. ENJOY. -Eugene Hütz
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