They always manage to send someone to review his concert that either a) hasn't heard of Jean Michel Jarre, but recognises 'Oxygene 4' when it's played to them...
b) some nutter that won't go home from the office - 'hey, you may as well as go to this gig and review it' as a means to getting them to just *leave*...
c) someone who is usually a complete ignoramous who hasn't got two brain cells to rub together to form a coherant sentence as regards 'ask the fans' (there was a time many moons ago when the press would send a reporter into the waiting crowds to ask them of what they were expecting and on leaving, what they thought... which makes sense)
No. I haven't come down from Saturday either - it's been an incredible weekend indeed and one that will stay in my mind forever.
I almost had to phone the MEN Arena on Sunday to see if they'd found my voice as I reckon I lost it somewhere between finishing my (now standard) coffee with 10 sugars (pre-concert) and getting on the bus home

(the joy of being a local

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Met up with so many wonderful people it would be unfair of me to name them all - they know who they all are anyway

(I'm better at faces than names anyway

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My daughter can't get over it all either - it's made a mark for sure, she'll never go to any other concert and enjoy it in quite the same way as Saturday - why? because all the manufactured rubbish she had been listening to, well, if they ever do a gig she's going to, she's not going to meet them in the same way as we met Francis and Jean Michel on Saturday night for CERTAIN... and she'll be disappointed... because she'll be measuring whoever she sees next against JMJ. And after that, there is no comparison to be made at all - and we like it that way
She had a little excited 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' moment tonight when we told my mum how good our weekend was
