Yesterday, I went to see the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club at Paradiso, Amsterdam. It was the first time I’d ever been at a concert, and I felt a bit out of place at first. I had no clue what to expect. The people seemed nice enough, a bit of a hipster crowd, as I expected. No goths, thank god (no offence). The venue wasn’t as big as I expected, it was very cozy. The Brothers Movement opened the show. They sounded a lot like BRMC and they were gone after half an hour or so. Didn’t get much of an impression. After that, the floor started filling up and it was starting to get crowded, but not uncomfortably crowded by any means. When Peter and Robert showed up on stage, it suddenly got very, very REAL. I was actually SEEING them, not indirectly on tv or computer, but they were just THERE, being as real as can be. And that’s when I really started to enjoy myself there. They played for two-and-half hours in total, and their level of commitment to the crowd was aweinspiring. I’ve heard that they played another eight songs after the show. Wish I could’ve been there, but it was getting very late for a schoolnight. They played a handful of acoustic songs during the show, and it was enough to make me happy. I’m more into their Howl/acoustic stuff than anything else. All in all, it was an amazing (first) concert experience and I’m thankful to my sister for pushing me to get those tickets. The only thing I regret is having to face the morning after, which I delayed as long as I could. My memories of the show resemble a dream more than anything. I know that I was there, but it feels so far away already. I’ve never been a huge BRMC fan, just a casual one. Last night definitly sparked something up for me and I love Rob and Pete a lot more than I had before. That’s all I have to say =).
Also, some people seem to think Black Rebel Motorcycle club is an embarassing name for a band. I couldn’t disagree more. I would never feel any shame in saying **I love BRMC <3<3**.
