Fran Healy 16th September 2010

Do you remember the post about my journey looking for Umbridge Road and where the veneu of the Fran Healy concert was?

Well, I forgot to tell you about the concert (God!! how I did do this???), one day after my "camel journey" in the wrong Uxbridge Road. The following day I was certain about the place and the "true" Uxbridge Road (I will never forget this street name).

(I still lived in the "Horror House" as Soudemorte ("I'm death" lol) doesn't care about me and anybody in the Horror House, I hadn't problem. I didn't have to tell anyone about my personal life.)

The following day I was certain about the place and the "true uxbridge road" (I will never forget this street name).

I arrived early and I went to Bush Hall. This place is very near Shephard's Bush Tube Station, five minutes, it is very easy to find. It was very early when I arrived at Bush Hall and I decided to eat something because I wouldn't hungry, by tge time the concert started.

There was already a queue and when I came back it was a little bigger, but I was still one of the first. There weer other brazilians in the queue, I heard them.

People that passed by the place asked us: "who's playing tonight?"

Imagine this: it was a wednesday, six o'clock and the queue kept getting bigger.

I was very anxious: it was my first gig in London and Fran Healy and Travis are very important in my life, because of their songs abd charisma of the band.

We got in the place, an alternative, indie, place, by the way. It was a small venue, but it's a very beautiful building. A piano near the stage and I got a place near there, a little space, but just by the stage. I was getting more anxious, I would see Fran Healy very close to me.

Earlier there was another concert. A new guy - like Jack Johnson or John Mayer style - his name is Pete Lawrie and the label (I believe the same of Fran) must believe in his carreer for him to open  the Fran Healy concert.
Pete Lawrie is a very cute guy and his voice is amazing. The people listened whith attention, but a gir (a non sense girl nerar the stage too - a "Joselita" as we say in Brazil) told him:

You're better than Jack Johnson!

Oh, God! I was ashamed for her! She was a very stupid and bizarre girl, at least for me, she wanted to expose herself :

"oh, loook, people!! I'm very cool and smart!!" (yeah, she is very c* - in portuguese is "ass" lol). She was such a pain in the ass...

Ok, ok! I'm very moody. I know it! lol

Fran Healy's concert was booked for 9:15 and Pete Lawrie finished around 9. I was worried because Richmond is very far from this place - Richmond is not far for who lives there and got a car - it's no so far but the tube line is very slow, the worst line of London tube: District Line, I hate it! (Picaddily is os slow too and they said to me Jubilee).

Everyone waited for Fran's time and... he finally appeared on stage! He came out of the blue!!! What a suprise! No entry music, no presenting!

There he was on stage, everyone was very surprisde and happy with him.
I was very surprise too, but I was staring at him: he isn't a tall guy and very thin. And...

FRAN HEALY WAS STANDING CLOSE TO MY FACE!!!!!

He told us "good evening" and he started to play. I was in trance I was mesmerized.

He mixed the song of his solo album and Travis songs. Each song he told us how this song was made, the idea, the first tries.
I had been in London for a month, I didn't understand everything he said, but I understood the context. I laughed at these situations like in "Flowers in the Window", the idea started when Doggie was feeling sick and he vomited out of the window lol imagine it!
Or "Sing" was inspired by MTV' programmes name), Fran told us the word was "swing" and his still in his mind that was already created.
It was very funny Fran singing "swing, swing, swing, swing" lol
"Dear Diary" was a real Fran's diary.

Fran told us about a song in which Paul McCartney plays bass. He told us that he sent an email to Paul and didn't wait for the reply. Healy had sent the music, the melody and it lacked a bass player.
Fran thought "sure, Sir Paul McCartney would never reply to me..."
And...
Three months later, Paul replied to Fran. Fran said that when he saw the email for the first time, he was in shock: Paul McCartney replied to me!!!!
Paul said that he hadn't time, he was very busy (he is always in Brazil now, you!!!), but he loved the song and put the bass in the tune.
Fran told us about this with emotion and happiness.

Me and a couple (I believe russians) behind me, sang all the songs and time this was the first I was weirded out by English people: only some watched, only some recorded (the whole concert!!!) and there was a couple in wich the girl seemed like she didn't know Travis, because she didn't seem to understand the funny things about Travis' songs: she was not participating and her boyfriend understood, but didn't stop recording.
To me is seemed like the majority of people, didn't enjoy or enjoied in another way that I can't understand: no emotion, no feelings...
It was very cold crows, but me and olther foreigns showed to Fran a different welcoming.
I took pictures and recordered some songs, but I still enjoied the concert.

Fran went to the piano and finally the crowd showed some enthusiasm.
I couldn't see him and Joselita girl took a picture for me of Fran in the piano.;
Well... one point for Joselita...

But Joselita tried to talk with Fra when he explained the songs and in the end, she asked him for his towels and a guy from New Zealand asked him the setlist.
I was very shy to asked for anything. I thought "I'm from Brazil, please!" but my embarassement was too big.

Fran was sweating so much during the concert it was unbelieveble and Joselita won every drop of his sweat. I don't think this was good...

I would have prefered something else like pick or mainly a picture with him, but it wasn't possible.

Sometthing else which was funny and different was the come back time when he said:

"Ok, this is the final moment. I pretend to go out and you pretend to call me for more music and the come back started"

Everyone laughed because Fran thought is very hyppocritical the whole come back thing...
He asled us to "YELL!" and he pretended to go out and he came back in.

He was very cool, funny and such a sweet guy!
Fran Healy is the guy!!
The guy all girl would like to meet in their lives.

I went ou happy from Bush Hall and took a taxi in Richmond Station to Horror House wasn't problem for me, I was very happy.

In Travis words:
I'm so happy 'cause you're so happy

Setlist:

20
Writing to reach you
Anything
As you are
Sing to me Sleep
Fly in to Ointment
Dear Diary
In the Morning
As it comes
Flowers in the Window
Rocking Chair
Sing
The Humpty Dumpy Love Song
Driftwood
Buttercups

"Encore"
Turn
Indefinitely
Slide Show

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This post was only possible because Jac told me about the show and Patrícia held to correct me ;)

Camela

Como eu ia dizendo anteriormente, para não ficar em casa em vou a todos os lugares, mesmo que só por telefone eu resolvesse, tudo pra não ficar com Soudemorte.

A primeira camelagem (ou camelajem? Rs) foi um anúncio que vi para ser cleaner, salário: 12 libras a hora! Uma maravilha! Tentava entrar no site deles e nada, não funcionava, não quis ligar porque é uma encrenca se não me entenderem...

Resolvi ir até o local, a estação de metrô mais próxima era de Old Street e de trem a de Hoxton. Preferi o metrô e fui procurar a tal rua...

A sinalização de informação em Londres é bem feita, ou pelo menos em 90% dos casos. Sempre os pontos de ônibus mostram um mapinha do local, onde você está, as linhas que passam naquele ponto – que é por letras – nos outros pontos,  uma lista de ônibus que passam nos locais mais próximos dali etc...

Mas no começo eu não conseguia me guiar muito bem pelas ruas... pra que lado seguir... hoje estou até melhor, mas eu tenho problema de sentido de direção, não adianta rs

Não achava a tal rua que deveria ir... e andava pra um lado, andava pra outro, voltava pro lugar inicial, queria um bus que passasse na estação de trem de Hoxton que aí eu ficaria mais perto... nada... andei por muito tempo, mais de uma hora, por vários lugares até acertar o esquema das letras dos ônibus e começar a caminhar na direção correta... e depois de muito andar, pensei, agora devo estar perto... claro que não... andei mais ainda e comecei a entender outras coisas, a questão do nome das ruas e das “courts”... As courts são prédios residenciais e também, alguns têm outro nome... acho que assemble, não lembro agora... o endereço que eu procurava era dentro de uma dessas courts. O que acontecia nesse bairro era que em cada court existia um prédio diferente, com outro nome, então, depois de achar a rua principal, achei a court e dentro dela teria que achar a rua do prédio que estava procurando... simples, não? NÃO!

Achei o lugar... quando dei por mim... me senti na cohab josé bonifácio... sim, parecia estar diante de uma grande cohab! Vários prédios iguais pelas ruas, mesma estrutura... um  do lado do outro, muitos prédios... e achei aquele que procurava.

Aí ficava ligando no interfone pra falar com a pessoa... nada... mas alguém abriu o portão e eu entrei... não gostei de lá... era sujo e o elevador cheirava a urina... queria ir embora correndo dali, mas fui até o sexto ou quinto e último andar do prédio. Chamei, chamei e nada... e até preferi... comecei a achar muito estranho tudo aquilo e fui embora correndo.

Dessa vez peguei um ônibus até o metrô...

A segunda grande camelagem que fiz por aqui foi para o show do Fran Healy, eu quis ir ao local antes do show, um dia antes, só que o nome da rua era Uxbridge, só que eu não sabia que existia sei lá quantas uxbridge por Londres e, claro, fui na errada...

O mapa que estava no site que vendia ingressos me deu a Uxbridge perto da estação de Uxbridge, extremo norte de Londres, praticamente no Acre.

Fui até lá de metrô... umas 2 horas de metrô até chegar lá e... não acho a rua no mapa da estação... o guarda do metrô me diz que eu teria que pegar um ônibus ali na estação. Tudo bem, mesmo vendo um prédio da Herbalife enorme em frente ao ponto do ônibus, pego o bus... eu vou............... vou..........................................vou.........................Chega uma parte que me sinto no Brás dado o comércio nas ruas de roupas e tecidos, deveria ser um bairro mulçumano pelas túnicas e lenços de cabelo que vendiam, andei muito mesmo de ônibus, devo ter visto uma parte de Londres que poucos conhecem, quer dizer, uma boa parte de Londres, porque eu andei muito nesse ônibus...

Acho, depois de uma hora ou mais de bus a tal Uxbridge, desço e vou procurar o número... estava muito longe... era pra eu estar no 300 e alguma coisa e estava no 85, tudo bem... vou andar um pouco... e ando... ando... até o número 200 e qualquer coisa e... cadê o resto??? Já era outra rua!!! Voltei uma parte que tinha feito de ônibus e vi num ponto que Uxbridge tinha a Brodway Street no meio e depois voltava a ser Uxbridge, ok! Vamos até a outra parte... e lá eu ando mais um pouco, voltando todo o caminho que tinha feito de ônibus e não entendendo porque a porr@ do ônibus não me informou como sempre faz onde estava e que eu já tinha passado pela Uxbridge!!

Nos ônibus, há uma espécie de navegador de bordo, como é o nome mesmo daquilo? GPS! Isso! Uma voz de mulher fala as ruas que passa e o ponto, nem sempre funciona, como nesse caso... Então, fiquei esperando a voz da mulher – a mesma em todos os ônibus, essa teve trabalho! – falar Uxbrigde e nada!!!

Ia voltando e achei de novo a outra Uxbridge, outra porque ela começava de novo do número 1. Quis morrer de ódio!!! E lá vou eu andar mais um pouco e não acho mesmo o número que seria o local do show do Fran. Perguntei pras pessoas, ninguém sabia onde era aquele lugar... Depois de uma  tarde e começo da noite andando pelo fim do mundo, pego um bus que volta, de novo, todo esse caminho que fiz a pé pra ver se entendendo o que fiz de errado. Pego um bus que vai até a estação de Earling Brodway, perto da Uxbridge onde desci...

Em Earling, procuro uma internet, eu precisava tirar aquela dúvida... como iria no show do Fran??? Achei uma e pesquisei pelo nome do local do show... era uma terceira Uxbridge em Shepperds Bush Market... muito mais perto de onde eu morava e perto do centro...

(Lá em cima Uxbridge, a estação, caminho até Earling Brodway, marquei onde seria o show do Fran e em vermelho onde morava)

Não acreditei que tinha feito todo aquele caminho em vão... E agora anoto o código postal de todas as ruas que tenho que ir pra não acontecer de novo isso... mas ainda bem que fui um dia antes procurar o lugar... imagina se fosse no dia do show? Teria perdido o Fran!!!!!!!