Strange night here in Porto Alegre.
Waiting for the show, smoking a cigarette in a corner, suddenly a loud noise. A guy was hit by a very fast bus. Ambulance, resurrection procedure and I don’t think he made it.
Then smoke some grass and into the club. Shellac arrived, and thanks God I was high, cause I remembered what Bukowski said about Fante, and stop myself to go and bodder Steve. Show started (very loud, very good) and then, 30 minutes into the set, the lights goes on. The SS enters the room. The cop says: “men in this side, women on the other”. It felt like a 8th grade ball. I had to throw away my reefer and hope for the best. I was there, just looking to my reefer, hoping the cops wouldn’t find it. But they did. I cursed them mentally and the show goes on.
Strange night.
Great noise, guys. I was missing that. Thanks a lot for coming.
Andre Sassi
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82Yeah, the thing about buses is weird. A guy got hit by a bus in front of our hotel in Santiago and a guy got hit by a bus in front of the gig in Porto Alegre. The police have only interrupted one gig.
We are having an amazing time despite doing a bunch of traveling and being exhausted most of the time. It has been a nice surprise to meet a couple of forum members on this trip.
We are having an amazing time despite doing a bunch of traveling and being exhausted most of the time. It has been a nice surprise to meet a couple of forum members on this trip.
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83sassi wrote:30 minutes into the set, the lights goes on. The SS enters the room. The cop says: “men in this side, women on the other”. It felt like a 8th grade ball. I had to throw away my reefer and hope for the best. I was there, just looking to my reefer, hoping the cops wouldn’t find it. But they did. I cursed them mentally and the show goes on.
Strange night.
What was the reason for the police showing up?
Does that happen at shows in South America often?
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84steve wrote:Yeah, the thing about buses is weird. A guy got hit by a bus in front of our hotel in Santiago and a guy got hit by a bus in front of the gig in Porto Alegre.
Just make sure Bob doesn't go all Cliff Burton on your asses.
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85MrFood wrote:sassi wrote:...30 minutes into the set, the lights goes on. The SS enters the room. The cop says: “men in this side, women on the other”. It felt like a 8th grade ball.
What?! The cops just bust into gigs and start ordering people around?! How?! Why?! Uh?!
Am I high?
Dude haven't you been reading the papers? There's an emo war going on down there
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86steve wrote:Yeah, the thing about buses is weird. A guy got hit by a bus in front of our hotel in Santiago and a guy got hit by a bus in front of the gig in Porto Alegre. The police have only interrupted one gig.

lemur68 wrote:Why would you be where a jam band is playing in the first place?
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87burun wrote:What was the reason for the police showing up?
Does that happen at shows in South America often?
It’s often. Not ALL the time, in EVERY gig, but its often. Depends a lot in who is in the charge on the government. During 1964 – 1990 (the non-democratic period), it was much more often than now. A new secretary for security was put in charge here in Porto Alegre, a religious hypocritic who thinks the whole problem with crime not lay on criminals, but in people who wants fun and relax at night. In his mind, if you don’t go to bed early and don’t go to the church on Sundays, you are one step to become a criminal. And very often, you ARE a criminal. People in bars and gigs or even just wondering around at night, thats the enemy of society. He looks like those macho-faggets (you know the type, the most scary ones. Men who don’t get out of the closet, so they are religious and “very macho”, with a unhealthy obsession to prevent any “pervet” behaviour, including tabbaco. Will end up stabbed 50 times in the back, like all those moral guardians who secretly like to be fucked in the ass by a transviste). My sister’s ex-boyfriend was caught smoking grass in a soccer game (pretty common) and was brutally beat up, to a point he had to visit the dentist in the next day. And the secretary is now proposing a Prohibition, making illegal sell alcohol or drink in public after 10:00 pm.
What happened in the Shellac gig actually wasn’t a big deal. But if the cops had found something illegal with somebody, maybe the gig would have been shut down (just maybe, because they found my and others reefers on the floor and they did nothing, just take it away), and the guy would be really fuck up.
Maybe in places like Argentina, Chile, Paraguay, etc, that happens too. Ideological leftovers from the dictatorship period.
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88sassi wrote:Maybe in places like Argentina, Chile, Paraguay, etc, that happens too. Ideological leftovers from the dictatorship period.
wow man that's pretty sick, but thankfully that doesn't happen in Buenos Aires.
steve wrote:We are having an amazing time despite doing a bunch of traveling and being exhausted most of the time. It has been a nice surprise to meet a couple of forum members on this trip.
Same here Steve, it's been great to meet you guys and talk a bit. Hope you have a nice trip down there in Brazil!
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89im 26 years old , Ive lived my whole life in Argentina and have been attending gigs since i was 12, thankfully not once the police have crashed into a show and halt it. that happened in the seventies, when there was a military dictatorship. regarding the Shellac gig at Buenos Aires, it was great meeting Bob Weston after the show. pardon my english
