How would you feel if your grandpa was in punk band? I’ve done only a quick bit of research to try to find out how old Sergey, the fiddle-player in Gogol Bordello is. But I haven’t been successful yet. He’s gotta be somebody’s grandpa, though. And he has to wake up a lot of mornings and ask himself how he landed this gig at his age. Life is odd.
The accordion player falls into the same category. He’s thinking: Who am I and what am I doing here? I look like a plumber and yet here I am on stage with hot chicks. Life is good.
What a fun show. As good as the first time we saw them, I think. I’m ready to see ‘em again. They did not disappoint. It seemed to go on forever. But the show ain’t over until the young lady plays the big bass drum. I love that!
As for Dub Trio. Well, shoot. I like dub, and I like trios. What’s not to like?
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...you know what I thought about Dub Trio, so I won't repeat...however, I will add this: rearrange the letters in their name and you get "bird to u" and that's what I give them, the bird!!
As for Gogol, how can you not love them?...unless they lived above you and practiced at all hours. I was just a little disappointed last night that our beloved Eugene did not crowd surf on his drum.
But I did love that woman in front of us who was dancing on the table and then fell off...and grandpa's ensemble. I want to wear that to work one day, just to see what people say.
JAW fan
As long as you're not wearing white after Labour Day, who could complain?
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