November 20th, Barclaycard Center, Madrid Live Report

It was raining yesterday in Madrid, in ever sunny Spain.

I reached the venue at 7.30 where I met a friend. We drank in a bar nearby and went inside quite fast. The floor was still half empty and TTS were playing. We watch them respectfully, although I don’t like the band at all.

Then, The Cure. Lights went off and Tape started. OK, Wish night. But also, TCC night, because, you know, after so many months here, in the live threads with all of you, I felt like you were there with me and I have thoughts of some of you during the gig.

I thought of figie when High was played, of steve , fiveswinglive , deepwater and the rest of Airlock when A Night Like This came after. I thought of Pipperoo when, you know, well… you all know when I thought of her… I thought of picturesofyou during the pizza tune. I thought of sang in Kyoto Song (not very original, I know). I thought of paulwUK and his stats when The Blood made it’s tour debut. I thought of justlikeheaven when her song hit the venue. I thought of godwina and her sad reflections about the end of the tour in The Last Day Of Summer. I thought of…well.. nobody really during The Hungry Ghost. Instead, I smoked a cigarrette (true). I thought selfishly of me and nobody else on One Hundred Years.

I thought of all of you in It Can Never Be The Same. I thought of all the jokes you may be doing about me in Burn (and I was right). I thought in all of you at home singing the ooohhoohhhoohhhs in Play For Today in front of your computers, iPads and cretinphones. I thought of @marblegirl and @allwaitingfortherain in that song about looking for a girl. I thought of @mort and his bag of kazoos waiting patiently in a closet for Wembley during The Walk. I thought of wilgy during youknowwhat, and thought of ohfuchsia and her post about enjoying a venue full of crazy dancing people during the pop encore. And it helped, I went crazy, too.

And last, but not least, I thought of lioness in Lovesong and From The Edge Of The Deep Green Sea. Well, not exactly true. I thought about her during the whole show, because she is my right eye, and I needed my two eyes to witness the gig. So, she was with me all the time.

You all were there with me, for real. I enjoyed every second, sang out loud all the songs except the ghost one, tried something that may be close to dancing, I made up the lyrics of NeverWrongEnoughNumbers combo and let myself go during the pop encore, as I promised to myself I would not complain about anything. And it worked.

I went away alone with nothing left but Pornography in my head, under a pouring rain.