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Goldfrapp gig

Friday. Hurry.

Bus 25, O'Connell Street, Grafton Street, Harcourt Street in a hurry, a club door, an exceptionally nice security guy punches stamp on the inside of my right wrist and warns me not to smear the red coat cuff.

 I refuse the idea of double gin & tonic because the bars are obstructed with tipsy gay guys. The entire space is filled with slightly older intellectuals, ultra-young gays and some attractive personalities, and a few cabaret-inspired girls. We all trying to get as close to the stage as we can and waiting for Alison's golden curls to float uncontrollably. There is an active fight for personal space. And here she appears, a goddess in transparent voice, a princess in pioneer electronics and an ambient shadow primadonna in one, wearing a pink-ethnic robe with a glow of the fluorescent sun and no fear of barefoot on stage. And the performance begins… from the beginning, Alison sings "Human". Around the third line, tears run down my cheeks. And the euphoria, along with the music, floods the whole body, and all the cell membranes of the body vibrate in the same rhythm.
Alison greets the audience, maybe after the fifth song, but doesn't swear to eternal love for her listeners, overall throughout entire concert she stays in her inner trance and that is exactly why it makes my new big crush.


The lyrics of "Happiness" are known to all gays around and grinds their tongues into each other's ears and mouths, somehow capable of simultaneously muttering "how to find love real love .. love love love".

Alison tells in many of her interviews that her lyrics are inspired by cabaret, circus, nature and fairy tales

 And finally, "Strict Machine: At a time when the whole crew is performing on stage with unspoken energy atmosphere around becomes almost techno party, some girl comes over and hugs me and yells" OMG it can't be true! ".. Then I turn around and make off because I still can't bear to be touched.

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