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04-12-2006, 03:37 PM
DJ Chris Coco
DJ Chris Coco is on Tour with Robbie and is writing a blog on his homepage, with some interesting pictures!
http://www.robbiewilliamsitaly.com/images/060411stadium.jpg
"The day after.
The gig itsef was an adrenalin blur. It began when I looked out of the hotel window and saw some police hanging around, wondered what was happening and then realised that we were what was happening, they were out escort to the stadium.
We arrived at 4. The show was at 9. Dinner at 6. So much time to kill, but after a certain point time has no real meaning, adrenaline takes over and no amount of peppermint tea will stop it doing it's thing and sending everything a little sideways. Enhanced life is what you get. So. We eat. Pace. Venture outside to see the support band. Stare at the stand looming up to threatening grey clouds. I thought Stamford Bridge was big but this... Pace some more. Sit in the sweaty dressing room. Talk. More tea. How long? Go to the stage to plug in my laptop. Rush back. Slipping on the wet ramp. Suddenly it's 10 minutes. 5. The choir are warming up. Rob joins in. We do some Elvis prayer thing for a good show. We're on the ramp again. It's still raining. The music stops. but the noise is more deafening. The crowd. That's what a roar sounds like. The intro. 1:20 of Close Encounters. Then. My 40 second countdown / build-up. Gentlemen. Take your positions. We walk on stage. Flames shoot up in front of us. Pyro. Hot. Dark. Bright. This is not a drill. There. Safety zone. Behind the decks. Bang. Rob appears in a haze of CO2. I hear the count in my headphones. 1-2-3-4. And we're in. Running. Hello Durban..."
source: http://www.chriscoco.com/journalframeset.html
DJ Chris Coco is on Tour with Robbie and is writing a blog on his homepage, with some interesting pictures!
http://www.robbiewilliamsitaly.com/images/060411stadium.jpg
"The day after.
The gig itsef was an adrenalin blur. It began when I looked out of the hotel window and saw some police hanging around, wondered what was happening and then realised that we were what was happening, they were out escort to the stadium.
We arrived at 4. The show was at 9. Dinner at 6. So much time to kill, but after a certain point time has no real meaning, adrenaline takes over and no amount of peppermint tea will stop it doing it's thing and sending everything a little sideways. Enhanced life is what you get. So. We eat. Pace. Venture outside to see the support band. Stare at the stand looming up to threatening grey clouds. I thought Stamford Bridge was big but this... Pace some more. Sit in the sweaty dressing room. Talk. More tea. How long? Go to the stage to plug in my laptop. Rush back. Slipping on the wet ramp. Suddenly it's 10 minutes. 5. The choir are warming up. Rob joins in. We do some Elvis prayer thing for a good show. We're on the ramp again. It's still raining. The music stops. but the noise is more deafening. The crowd. That's what a roar sounds like. The intro. 1:20 of Close Encounters. Then. My 40 second countdown / build-up. Gentlemen. Take your positions. We walk on stage. Flames shoot up in front of us. Pyro. Hot. Dark. Bright. This is not a drill. There. Safety zone. Behind the decks. Bang. Rob appears in a haze of CO2. I hear the count in my headphones. 1-2-3-4. And we're in. Running. Hello Durban..."
source: http://www.chriscoco.com/journalframeset.html