Thursday night was, in summary, the best night ever.
As you all know (because I have been talking about it A LOT) I went to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers on Thursday night at the 02 arena.
02 are a phone provider here in the UK, and when they were thinking of things to do with the failure that was the Millennium Dome, it was purchased as a music venue. Not sure I totally understand the point of the dome, but propaganda in the UK states that it was built to house the millennium exhibition for the turn of the century. This is clearly a reason I should run the country, whoever thought it was a good idea to spend such a lot of money on something that essentially just was one night, was a bit of a wally. I know the exhibition went on for ages, and maybe I should have made the effort to go, but in my opinion what they have done with it now is fantastic. It still looks a little bit like a toy story alien from afar though.
So we booked tickets to see RHCP ages ago, and although the date was looming I had forgotten it. Little sister and I share a mutual love for them, although in true sisterly fashion my favourites aren’t hers, and her all-time favourites are my ‘ah, there alright’ tracks. But this April we drove to LA and back to San Diego listening to mostly all RHCP music, as the rest of our tastes are so diverse they are the only ones we can settle on, and there is something in their music that makes you feel like you are really cool and totally content when you are driving through the Orange County in the sun with the roof down and Californication playing loud. The reality of it was that we were almost always behind a lorry and being smoked out with fumes, and I got some really dodgy burn marks from where the seatbelt was covering my skin, making me look like a demonic zebra. But the cool idea was there, no?
So yesterday I got a half day and we drove up to London. It made me laugh that the sat nav took us through all of the south London boroughs and not on the motorway, and at one point my ever so helpful sat nav asked my sister if she wanted to switch to pedestrian mode as we were going so slowly. No thank you!
When we took our seats, I have to say, I freaked out. I have two fears, heights and stairs. I know the latter is a bit strange, but as a child my dad used to have to carry me down stair cases in castles as I was so terrified of falling to my death. Spiral staircases are the worst. I think the stairs thing deserves a separate post though, it’s a bit mental. More on that later.
Anyway, so our seats were the last row from the back. This doesn’t matter because you have such an awesome view, but the stairs are quite steep and the seat rest of the row in front of you only comes up to your knee. I get this fizzy feeling in my spine when I am high up, and spent the whole support act thinking about how I was going to get back down, if I would cause a scene and that if I needed a wee there was no way I was going.
But then they came on. And I lost all fear, jumped up and boogied till I could boogie no more. I screamed along to Can’t Stop, Californication and Scar Tissue, and bopped to Dani California and all my other favourites. I couldn’t wipe the massive grin off my face as they jumped around the stage and put on, honestly, the best show I have ever seen. You think I was excited for Bruno Mars? That was just a warm up. They even blew Bon Jovi out of the water, and as the world’s biggest Bon Jovi fan ( I can’t back this up, I don’t have any tattoos or anything) I was surprised about this.
Nothing I can say will make you understand how fantastic this band are live, so just take me word for it and go see them. You won’t be disappointed.