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Everyone I spoke in recent months, I would go to Whitney, moved slowly hissing air durcht teeth: "Tchrrrrrrchssschhh. You know, the noise, which provides a silent, to have done something completely wrong.
Well, in my defense I was able to say that Michael Buble was sold out and we ordered Whitney card before your tour.
But from the beginning:
mid-December my friend Steffi submitted a voucher for a Bublé concert in Antwerp on the birthday table. Since she lives in Brussels, we wanted this event with an extended weekend associate with her, it was about time that I once visited. By train it takes only 5 hours and a rail card owner is a trip not really expensive.
was then sold out Michael Buble and we browsed, what else is on offer would be around Whitsun. Alicia Keys did not like me, and when Steffi wrote "Whitney is Whit Monday to Antwerp," I clapped my hands in delight.
Whitney Houston!
"The Voice"!
six Grammy Awards, a Bambi, the Woman's World Award for lifetime achievement, the International Artist Award! In 1988 she sang
than 21 years of the theme song for the Olympic Games!
7 No. 1 singles in a row on the Billboard charts!
4 movies!
It would be an unforgettable experience!
* muahaha *!
Then began the Tour start in Melbourne and Steffi sent me a press release after the other to e-mail. A message comes after the horror, it has been written about booing, angry spectators left the concerts, some of which were canceled appearances and recordings, which I saw on Youtube could then shudder me. When I was with a friend that "I will always love you" - looking at recording from Melbourne on the PC, he laughed out loud: "And are you going?".
joker! There was no question of wanting more, we had to!
the tickets were already paid.
So I grabbed
Whitsun my trunk, got into the car and five hours later I Steff gathered at the railway station in Brussels.
I felt like in Harlem. I think I've seen in my life not many people of color in the half-hour walk from the metro to Steffi's house.
Brussels is a melting pot of cultures, an absolutely fascinating, if dangerous city. The crime rate is shockingly high, and so I kept my bag and clutching, always ready to ram into a bag snatchers my fist in his face if he should dare to address me.
There are actually in Brussels neighborhood where not even more pure trust the police, except with tank guns and water cannons in the trunk.
The next morning Steffi feverish and completely vergrippt on. As such, we would like to visit the harbor festival the channel, but on extended trips with her health was not the question. I made the less than Steffi, who had set out to show me thoroughly Brussels, I had come to rest and to me it was could not care less whether we were lying on the sofa or the city made uncertain.
has Nonetheless I like the stripped-sightseeing tour well, Steffi and I went on after a leisurely breakfast. We wandered idly strolling a widely landscaped park in the heart of the city photographed each other under the triumphal arch, rounded the European Parliament (Steffi's work) and comfortable at night we put your feet up in front of the TV to give us some very spectacular betting on "Wetten ... that?" view.
I felt very comfortable in Steffi's apartment, the view from the roof terrace was breathtaking and I even had my own bedroom plus bathroom with 2 (!!!) sink. The refrigerator was overflowing and I was treated very well.
The next morning I was kotzübel. I do not think it was at the concert in front of us lie, I just had my tablets on an empty Stomach taken and so we left after half an hour to rest on the sofa then to Antwerp in the afternoon, there to wander through the pedestrian zone.
sat about half past eight, we then in the well-stocked sports palace, but the anticipation was limited. We would also agree it was when the concert had been canceled. Then we could have the 140 € for the ticket in the Brussels nightlife hit on the head, but we were at prices like 7.90 euros for a glass of beer also came close to.
I love the crackling, buzzing, tense atmosphere that comes when you are waiting for the artist. The Audience was mixed, people of all age groups from different ethnic groups were closely packed in the stadium and it went very quickly going on with 2 artists, should stimulate us.
The first was a colored American who allegedly made his live debut, fasznierende voice smoochy with a Soul. He was also applauded very friendly.
Then came a young man, who is in the first season of "Holland's Got Talent" for third place. I would like to know me, sounded like the first two, though the third place has such a sensational voice. Here come Dieter Bohlen's "American Idol" - would-be superstars not against. I was staggered breath. His Fankurve sat right behind us and I had their ears at the frenetic applause and shrill whistles.
After a very bombastic, cheerleader video clip (we had pretty good seats, although quite high, but right next to go a big screen and even if we Whitney saw only very small, we had a good overview on from the events of the stage) with a sensational light show was Whitney then on stage!
Steffi and I also like clapping, but the excitement had yet to come. This was not in the performance of the first issue, she began very well, but simply from the fear that she might someday "Upset" would - because we had read online that it was in past concerts number for number is always bad and somehow we could not shake off that fact.
was after the second number they already drenched in sweat. I have no idea who she designed the clothes, these people I had thrown out without much ado. The bacon rolls swelled only way out of the satin shirt, jacket pailettenbesetzte did not close on their heels, and she came several times to stumble.
On the floor were glued paper with instructions, so that after a short while, also their audience with "I am glad to be in ..." (View on the ground), "Belgium!" was welcome. How should you be confused, so as not 10 minutes from the show until the end of the second point to remember the country in which they occur?
I think that was generally what scared us most: the woman was completely disoriented. Vocally it was really okay and much better than expected, they mastered the high notes with a lot of start-up, the mezzo-soprano as her voice was still really early and it is the soul numbers were more than satisfactory. In "I look to you" I held my breath, so present and strong was her voice and she wears really deserves to be called "The Voice".
But it was seen as a man more than tiresome. It felt physically painful to see how they struggled to make the notes to remain in the text and to divide the air. Several times she knocked firmly on his chest, took over again between the numbers for asthma spray and gasped to himself. Thank God belched and coughed loudly into the microphone, they do not like the concert in Berlin!
went to five numbers, they change clothes, which was understandable, she ran down the sweat in streams. Her brother took the stage, it broke out in the stands lively chatter, the spectators were in rows to the toilet and drinks to recharge, my poor fellow was almost sorry and I hope the lights blinded him so much that he not paying attention to that none for his presentation interested, but he sang not even bad.
The Backround singing alone without Whitney "Queen of the Night" and the first whistles and jeers rang around the room. The audience became impatient.
I have received during the evening a huge respect for Whitney's band and their Backround choir! They wore their colleagues formally piggyback through the songs. Sometimes they sang only the verses and then let her do the rest singer, supported by a number of "Uhs" and "Yeah!". She improvised some totally without rhyme or reason and her musicians had their hands full keeping up. And "Queen of the Night" was absolutely nothing wrong with that three girls were probably even better than Whitney and I have this number very, very much!
When Madame condescended to then to appear again I closed horrified at her skin-tight lycra dress golden eyes. I spare you details.
followed a few ballads, a rather erratic, much too long and hardly understandable paean to Michael Jackson and then came the song, before I had been afraid the whole evening: "I will always love you".
We all know how difficult it is to sing these numbers, I think Whitney has learned to hate over the course of the Tour this song carefully, as it seems not easy to be in shape, this anthem to cope. She took a lot of time, was constantly breaks, let the audience and the Backround do their work and cheating until the last note through. I was surprised at how confident they mastered this, but I have so far not understood why the last one just before singing tone quickly what needs to go for a drink.
We had survived so well and then crack Whitney together again thoroughly and let the people to 'I want to dance with somebody "sing and dance. She also had, as they had before the text is no longer in my head and muttered something unspeakable things to himself. The text by heart and I can even so I was good from my chair and sang and clapped. Apart from the textual blunders in the verses I liked the final part with the fast numbers at best. I got an inkling of how it used to be was, and she has really been any trouble to the public einzupeitschen again and to inspire.
The audience was very, very merciful, and the celebrated diva working, perhaps they had no idea of good music, but I was very happy for Whitney, that she was not booed or jeered as in so many concerts before. In principle, they could do only one suffering and even if the Belgian press, it tore in two days literally in the air, were the guests of the concert, seemingly disagree.
After 90 minutes, was it a day. After all, they did move, after a quick change of clothes (and this time she was finally dressed appropriate and beneficial, why not this?) Bring an encore and then went to the lights.
Steffi and I were done all at our chairs as the hall emptied out and looked at her thoughtfully.
First of all we agreed that it was better than expected. But with an expectation of minus 100% of us would have nothing can shake. We also found it not bad vocally, as we had feared worse. What makes us so
proposed visited was the fact watch this confused, tired and bloated, old woman 90 Minunten long to have, as she fought desperately to live up to their reputation as a diva's voice and world justice. And filled us with great regret and compassion, we were ready. Then when we
while driving the "Best of" CD in the car heard, we got an inkling of what this woman once was and now no longer is.
What a voice, what a charismatic personality and what a presence! The woman has a career behind him, which others can only dream about and that can not be ignored, even if they are by years of drug use and scandals that ruined its own power thoroughly.
I hear they are still happy. I love the movie "Bodyguard" and get in "I Will Always Love You" is still the creeps. I would want Whitney simple that it appears from this disastrous trip either begins or in the consciousness of having done something really great, retire. You have to prove anything, they can last until the end of life on their laurels and I hope it does that too, even though I am sorry for them.
When I last night, then got off the train and thought on the train again over the long weekend, I was happy and satisfied.
Steffi and I had a great time. I'm still completely blown away by their generosity, their hospitality and the fun we had together. She gave me not only financed the concert ticket, I had to literally fight to be allowed to spend their time and a Coke! It has the invitation, "The train ticket you pay the rest, I accept!" truly and literally fail me to say the words how much I have their natural generosity ashamed.
your dry sense of humor has carried me through the formal concert and am looking forward to the next visit with her in the summer! Then, without Whitney, but Brussels is definitely without a musical rollercoaster ride worth the journey.
I wish each of you such friends as I do. I wish people like Steffi, which are close to your heart, where sometimes, a look or a gesture to break out in laughter or tacitly agreed to be. We singles need these friends, without them we would perish. We long for these special individuals who understand us without a lot of words and help us to bear our loneliness. And if you know these people, they hold on tight and let it go no longer.
Steffi and I have known for over 20 years and although we can see very rare, so is the distance between us only in space. I love her very much and am deeply grateful, as it strives to me, presented me, calling me and my life makes leicher.
And I wish you the very time when the summer begins many friends, lots of sun, fun and rest, as I did this weekend.
Thanks for reading, your
Trissi
© Tristesse
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