From couch to metro, from metro to venue, from door to wardrobe, from wardrobe to bar, from bar to seats and all in reverse, except the bar part, on the way back home – it all went smoothly, with no queues, no delays, nothing to disturb you in any way.
The venue itself was absolutely perfect: the sound, the lights, the ventilation. Such a comfortable experience!
Even the crowd has been unexpectedly amazing. Who would have thought Dutch people would sing out loud even after the song finished? I bet Dave Gahan was as surprised as I was!
At the end of the concert, all these people – with ages well above 30, dressed in the most casual way possible and looking as if they were just coming out from a cinema hall where the movie ended – started queuing in the most civilized way towards the exit. Then they marched peacefully to the metro station. And what a nice lovely evening with Depeche Mode this has been! Echt?
I must say I was looking forward to this concert and was a bit suspicious as well. When I saw Depeche Mode for the first time, 7 years ago in Bucharest, it was my first concert ever and it was an extremely intense experience. And I somehow knew that`s going to be impossible to equal.
The traffic in Bucharest was hell on Earth that day, especially on the roads leading to the stadium, where the concert was going to take place. It was a hot Summer evening and groups of young people, dressed in a nice funky way, were singing and dancing their way towards the gates, happy that were going to hear their favourite band soon.
The organization was very chaotic to the point you did not know on which gate to enter to get to the place mentioned on your ticket. To buy a beer you had to queue in a ridiculously long line. That is why, once there, you would normally buy beer for the entire evening, never just one glass.
Depeche Mode started to sing soon after the sunset, when the lights on the stage, just as the ones at the corners of the stadium, finally became visible. Not a single person was sitting down and everybody was screaming rather than singing. I remember screaming as well, as I was absolutely sure no one could possibly hear me if I could not hear myself either.
The music would get under my skin, made me close my eyes and my feet and hands would be impossible to keep still. When I was opening my eyes, I could see the sky and some poplar trees somewhere in the distance. The Summer night`s breeze and the music of my favorite band. It was magic and this is by definition impossible to describe. Delirium? Maybe that`s the proper word to use in this case.
When the concert ended, it felt like life both ended and started at the same time. It was sad to see the lights turning off and the band leaving, but everyone was so energized and genuinely happy. Rivers of people were flowing through the same gates they entered a couple of hours before and the music continued on the streets, as they were still singing while marching towards the metro, the only public transportation means still running at that late hour in Bucharest.
It must have taken me a long time to get back home that night. Much longer that tonight at least, when I realized once again just how damaging the effects of perfection can be. A perfect venue and a perfect sound ,even when combined with a great band, cannot necessarily grant you a perfect concert and experience. And who cares if the connections are good and the metro comes on time if nobody is singing in it? 🙂
It was nevertheless touching for me to see Depeche Mode in concert again. The moment they appeared on stage, it instantly felt like 2006 and time simply stood still for a couple of hours. It got me questioning myself about the progress I made in these 7 years, but could not actually find an answer. Maybe, if there were a sky above me instead of that ceiling creating that perfect acoustic, I would have known better.