One more concert
Another concert yesterday night.I met Zeynep and Yo at Smålands Nation, David joined later. We drunk some beers, chatting for a while. I felt very tired, I hadn't slept that much the few past nights. But whatever, we're young...
Around 23.30, the supporting band, Lost Summer Kitten, started to play. Two girls and their guitars, two voices and a harmonica, for three songs a drummer and a basse-player, and a melo pop-folk to cry all night long. But sensations when listening, I promise.
And then, the attraction of the night finally showed up: miss Britta Persson.
A long-hair drummer is sitting on the right side, tatoos on his arms, but he looks very quite and kind. Britta, oh, Britta... She's wearing quite simple clothes, almost like a man: black jean that is too short for her and we can see her socks, black and used tee-shirt, where 3 pins are attached next to the heart, brown choose (men choose I guess but not sure). She is not a complexe girl, and the way she dressed up tonite makes her enchanting, brings up her feminine side. She takes her accosutic guitar. We are just down the stage, there is not that much people, public not really reactive unfortunately. She starts singing the first song, after few technical problems. Her voice is so... While she's playing, she has to stand on her toes coz the micro is too high, but she won't fix it. Her voice is so...The songs are about love, 'boy, you are not my boyfriend', about life 'I'm 24' and other stuffs. She then play with her electric guitar, and also a piano. The music is not very complex but it works perfectly. Her melo-pop reminds me Feist, and the drummer adds this taste of Shivaree. Sometimes, you surprise your foot kicking the rythm, but more often you wanna close your eyes. And her voice is so...
During an hour maybe, she enchants us, and it's over.
I need fresch air, I need to smoke. David and I, we get out and I light a Lucky. We hardly talking, and suddenly, he looks next to me with a big smile: Britta and her drummer! Smiling, she asks me a cigarette in swedish. I laught, give my paquet and in the meantime, tell her that we don't speak swedish. She is kind of surprise but starts talking to us. During few minutes so, we talk about her music, about what we are doing here etc. She's very cool, some swedes starts to chat in swedish to her and she asks them to speak in english, because we are here. Cool, isn't it?
After, David took the piece of paper where their tracks list was.
Her voice was good to cry.
written by lolo/ @ 18:21
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