Wednesday 22/08/2007 a rainy day in Mexico City. After a busy day, come the evening toward the National Auditorium to meet an old friend to accompany me on this journey of old rock. Upon purchase of tickets of course, a chilango responsible whenever such events expected to be spectators of the great show that the wet and humid city was to witness, Scorpions in Mexico!
tlaxcala Among the scorpions and scorpions in Tijuana I made way into the underground line Rosario-Barranca del Muerto... strange, but the line was single, my 1st thought: "I'll be wrong date?" or simply will not be a show as massive as the shit music that is heard daily on the radio. Error! Upon arriving at the station hall were all kinds of people going to the concert, most adult people. "Has too many tickets" ... "Tickets for scorpion ... hearing was left in the tunnel and the exit of the metro daily ferry that mass of people.
A subway exit looming tianguistas the now classic, those who sell you sozo and the "how have you been in the chamba" we go to look I remember we would take.
Pines, key chains, shirts, videos, complete discography, and so little money ... She finally found a sweatshirt that will accommodate her small body, I for one wanted a button for a friend ... strange not to find one, but I gave him something better, a silver scorpion, struggled to find one that was not so bad echo, not even beaten, not even tampered. This is where my love for taking a cheap and nice memories ... a cup? Very cops ... a shirt? Already had an ... apin? Very small ... a pendant to hang around your neck? Unusual for me ... recorded a shot of tequila? I am a lover of rum ... a can of beer? Great for someone who believes that the stout is like chocolate cream!
And the shtick begins to find the souvenir, first find a good size, there were but they were very small, like an eagle to end on prey, find one that attracted me and, as a good consumer, you grab the item, weights and Czech as if it has a little something for you to do the classic cut, you get to the thorny question: "As for the jar?" theTime stops, the eyes are crossed and tianguista tells you the price ... the tianguista view with contempt for a while, you look forward to the article and is when you get the question of whether to pay or leave, but leave it and give thanks ... discuss it with my partner we return after the concert, the final total always sell it cheaper, that my friends is the art of haggling.
climbed the stairs of the auditorium (huge) and come to the door, then enter everything and the hands of the subjects of security, the end of the day that is their job. We sighted the BATHTUBand suggested I invite minutes after the 1st round (if not, they are going to concerts?) 30 pesos a beer! Expensive! I decided not to suck that night, even if, at least have the taste in your mouth for what come to pass moments later.
already in our seats, I could envision people who went to the concert, many adults and little boy puberty, some formal wear or suit and others with very strawberry pants or clothing, little rockeron that night ...
The concert began at 8:45 pm with shouts of euphoria attending the event, "Hour 1" was heard on high, classics like "Bad Boys Running Wild, Love 'em Or Leave' em, The Zoo "were heard in the first hour. Schenker bailotenado around the stage, Klaus and James Kottak (drums), speaking English, speaking with all respect to the Aztec people. The sound was excellent, it was like listening to an album, like you're at home listening to them on the radio, so good was the sound quality. 2 giant screens to see them better from the point where you were. 2 acoustic songs on "Send Me an Angel and Holiday" rolotas!
Something that struck me is that these big shots of rock guitars change as they change their underwear, that envy!
followed with classics such as "Humanity, Wind of Change, Tease Me Please Me, 321" in the middle of the show was a sublime solo Pawel executed under Maciwoda followed by a drum solo, very well executed, this gentleman Kottak Mexico Flag bag and put it on the gong and praise the town Mexico and us to them as true gods of metal.I said: "Mexico you are the champions!"
CHTMLC
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