For A Friend
Last night I went to a hardcore punk concert at a place called The Black Iron. I know, what a hardcore name, right?! The band playing was a Norwegian-Swedish-English amalgam known as Riots and they were pretty cool.
Typical of rock shows in Nanchang nobody in the audience was doing much other than taking photos and shooting videos. I was at the show with the UN Security Council (representatives from the US, France, Russia, China, and England via Pakistan) and some of us tried to start a mosh pit. We failed. Miserably. It had worked before but last night was not our night.
Anyway: the point. Mid-show, mid-song a well-dressed, middle-aged hyphenated Chinese man grabbed the head of the guitarist's Gibson, gave it a two second look-look, and then gave the guitarist a thumbs up. The well-dressed, middle-aged overly hyphenated Chinese man approved of the guitar choice. Carry on.
Anyway: the point. Mid-show, mid-song a well-dressed, middle-aged hyphenated Chinese man grabbed the head of the guitarist's Gibson, gave it a two second look-look, and then gave the guitarist a thumbs up. The well-dressed, middle-aged overly hyphenated Chinese man approved of the guitar choice. Carry on.
I mentioned the incident to the band after the show and we had a laugh. Har har har. At some point shortly thereafter someone came to our mostly-foreigner table and asked where we were from. We laughed and answered (in order): Norway, US, England, Norway, France, Russia, Brazil, Sweden, Norway, Pakistan, China, and Pakistan again. What a fun night. SL
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