New York
20/09/2000 -

OK, I hate myself for saying it - and I'm not pretending to be the world's greatest connoisseur - but I have to admit that I found myself greatly regretting the addition of this new rhythm section. The keyboards proved to be particularly irritating, their sole purpose appearing to be to add a flourish to the end of certain phrases. But the problem was the keyboards ended up coming across a lot louder than the guitars and, much to everyone's great disappointment, succeeded in drowning out the vocals and the Gipsy Kings' exuberant cries of "lolaï! lolaï!"
Bemused by the group's new sound, the audience spent much of the first half of the concert (a mere 45 minutes long!), torn between the "I'm-staying-in-my-seat-but-that's-not-what-I-came-for" attitude and the "If-the-next-song's-any-good-I'll be-up-on-my feet!" urge. In the end, spurred on by the price they'd paid for their tickets, the Gipsy Kings' international reputation and a desperate need to work off the stress from a day in the office, the audience finally abandoned their seats and began frenziedly gyrating their hips. By the time the MC reappeared on stage, shouting "Ladies and gentlemen, the Gipsy Kings are back!", the energy and verve of the guitars had triumphed over the keyboards and Radio City Hall had succumbed to Gipsy fever.
As the Gipsy Kings powered out their classics Bamboleo, Djobi djoba and Bem Bem Maria, the New York crowd - many of whom had come straight from the office (yes, the interesting fashion combination of suits and trainers gave them away!) - threw themselves into a burst of frenetic Latin-style dancing, stamping their feet and swinging their hips with gay abandon. Looking down from my birds-eye view on the third floor, I couldn't help thinking that the sea of heads bobbing up and down around the stage looked a lot like the waves that lap the Saintes-Maries-de-la-mer shore-line all year round.
Myriem WONG
29/03/2010 -
04/01/2000 -