So last night I went to see Gogol Bordello at the House of Blues in Boston.
I’m pretty sure it was the best show I’ve ever been to in my life. Like, not just best concert. Best of anything. Plays, dance, movies, whatever else might qualify. I can’t even believe how much fun it was. Probably an illegal amount of fun.
Man Man opened. I’d never heard of them, but my brother was like, “wow Man Man!” So maybe they’re famous? Anyway, I would definitely pay money to see them on their own—they were a concert in themselves. Each member of the band played like 4 different instruments, and the lead singer reminded me of Freddie Mercury somehow. The mustache? I think it was his level of awesome. Here’s a clip:
So they opened and got the crowed going crazy. Whenever there’s a mosh pit for the opening act, you know the night’s going to be good.
And oh. my. god.
I don’t even know how to describe it. I mean, the music was fantastic. That’s always a prerequisite for a good show, and yes their music was excellent. But Gogol Bordello just went up on stage and worked their asses off. They had so much energy and they looked like they were having so much fun and they were just working so fucking hard. They were drenched in as much sweat as the audience. But at the same time, it was like they were at the party with us, instead of for us. If that makes sense.
And then they came out for an encore which was long enough to basically be another set. Eugene Hütz was wearing no shirt and a sparkly sombrero thing that pretty much made my life. I thought they were never going to go home, and then when they finally did they danced off the stage. Still going strong.
So basically, I do not care what kind of conflict you might have, if you ever have the chance to see Gogol Bordello live drop everything and go.