I've turned up before the Oren's gig, with my old lady. We've been stoned already , after having some spliff, on the way there.
I came up to Oren to have a few sips of courvoisier from my flask, which i carry nearly every time i go out, and to exchange a few words, before he's got on stage.
This saxo-feedbacker Ioni Silver let out some pleasent stuff at the moment with his brass...
Oren's got onstage, and blew the whole Blevantin apart with his experiments .
The performance itself has been divided into two parts with some unexpected intermission in the middle.
See, the fucking organiserz (as always) have brought some broken amps and Oren was about to stop the gig, because
one of two amp(guitar's marshal), has just stopped making any sound for fucksake. But the funny thing was, no one has even noticed that.
I knew it, because i stood there by the stage, shooting some stills and vids for that crappy blog.
Apparently, he's given another chance and reached the finnish line with only one engine (bass's Ampeg), but that was awesome and i was realy into it. that kind of muzik is not about to describe on paper... a must to be present. So anyway, there was fucking drone intervention that night.
Since Oren Ambarchi is one of my favorite psychedelic guitarist + lefthanded in addition, after the gig i've dub him the Jimmy Hendrix in his 2008's reincarnation.
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Right away Oren's finished the show, the whole audience vanished immediately from the venue, except 5 dedicated, who remained to see the mad duo, called "Special Olynpics", who have blown, already, blank Blevantin7 once again, mmmuuuaaaaa.
The last two thing i remember was greeting the Oren's relatives for five minutes and then smoking fucking huge spliff and driving back home!!!
SPecial Olimpics were kiLLLer: