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10 years ago today: Metallica in the Polyhedron

is hard to believe that today there are ten long years since that night arrechísima (I can not say "magic," "incredible," much less "spectacular", just a word to justify that night .. .). I have been at least four more lives since then and that remains the only one who has filled the polyhedron and the most exciting it has been. I've heard some say that the recent Iron Maiden concert in Colombia (which my brother had the pleasure of going) looked more like one of Alejandro Fernandez or something, because more than one crying, know what they say, because I cried with emotion more than one time. That was just ... brutal.

already promised to be special day for an act of charity that we all did with a partner. Benito was Cuban and had about eight years in the country. He listened to rock records I could get on the black market, and his favorite band is - of course - Metallica. When he learned to come, did not think I would be able to go because you could not silver. Coworkers not going to allow that. Moving heaven and earth (and was the pre-final stage), we will get a ticket. The Be not I could not believe.

We pod and I do not believe the show ed at the entrance. If h gone to an Polyhedron (or any other public place of entertainment), expect to see people outside, just hanging around or pending buy / sell a ticket. This time, they dozens of poor devils with style signs "Will work for food". But they said "buy a ticket. Pago lo que sea." Un chamo tenía un cartel que decía "Te pago 180.000 bolívares. No me importa si es en el baño" Y lo pagó, según decía El Nacional del día siguiente: 180.000 bolívares por una entrada que costó 45.000 en su etapa más cara (yo pagué 25.000, en la primerita etapa; sí, la imagen no es de mi entrada, aunque igual aún la conservo). Mi amiga Annalee vio a un pana pagar 160.000: 120 en plata, y el resto con un reloj y los zapatos. Bien coñoemadre el carajo que se la vendió, ¿no?

Fuimos un grupo del trabajo: José Luis, Annalee, por supuesto Benito, un pana al que lamentablemente olvidé su Francisco Caldas name who was the one who started to stand in line because it came first, and a chubby to which I have also forgotten the name named Paul. We arrived around 5:30, and corduroy to how rich is this vibe, this time before going to a concert you really have expected going forward. Nothing can compare.

The next show I attended I could not believe. The Polyhedron of Caracas, in his prime, has a capacity of about 12,000 people. Most critics said that filling the polyhedron is quite a feat, because as the money is short to think of it to pay an entry. Well However, the only empty seats this time were the ones behind the scenes. never seen so full the Polyhedron. Gaitazos even in those who have been of more recent date, neither with Mana, or any other group. Metallica has managed to fill only the Polyhedron wildly. (Well, can one of those meetings reggae ton ... Ugh ...)

At 8 pm, opened the ceremony opening act: Paul Gillman . Personal opinion: you have to admire the hell that is already more than 30 years of playing hard rock in a country like ours. Who has recently gotten a radical Chavez was something else then simply was (is) a buddy with an ego that does not fit inside the enclosure. T enia several days saying he would retire, this would be his last concert, and nobody cared what AHCI. Well, the day before, on his radio show "Essence" (good music, you can learn to keep quiet), said that if the day saw Metallica concert 100 flags of Venezuela, would stay. Well

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As I said, the man came on stage at 8 pm, and for half an hour, he walked around his repertoire: "Dr. Kanocha" is the only thing I remember, ex cept the last. During "Stand Up and Fight" dijo "¡Este es el momento! ¡Quiero ver esas banderas!" Miren, a este punto, yo ni recuerdo si hubo 100 banderas o no. Pero el hombre hizo como si contara, y lo siguiente que dijo fue: "¡Gracias criaturas de la noche! ¡Gillman... SIGUE !"

Ah, que bien.

Eso sí, será un bolsa egomaniático, pero Gillman se sabe mover en escena (o lo sabía hacer). Y su banda es (¿era?) de lo más talentoso que se puede encontrar. Fue un preámbulo decente para lo que venía.

Y oh, lo que venía...

A las 9 en punto, empezó a sonar la música que Metallica ha venido usando en el previo of all his concerts: the initial theme of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly . The lights began to fall, and climate point, suddenly, without warning, the thunder of a guitar, blow low, and a cry for more than ten thousand souls who had waited for this moment for decades.

With "Breadfan", Metallica had come to Venezuela.

As I said, I cried. Metallica

walked across the repertoire that fans longed to hear, as I dirai Benito later, they divided everything equally from Kill 'Em All to Reload , with nothing but a Garage, Inc., supporting the album on this tour. (I missed "Turn The Page" , but that's just me.) What a bunch of guys so dick, so attuned to its audience, the types belong on stage. And the sound of 80,000 watts never failed, and of course all the fireworks you can imagine. This is the tracklist of that night :

• "Breadfan" What an entrance so perfect.
• "Master Of Puppets": I have to say that the house came down with this thing)
• "Of Wolf And Man" Bassist Jason Newsted fucked an ratico us: "Ok, Caracas, let's hear Some wolves out there ..."
• "The Thing That Should Not Be"
• "The Memory Remains"
• "Bleeding Me"
• "The Four Horsemen"
• "For Whom The Bell Tolls": Cliff Burton was a king, RIP, but it would be unfair not to say that Newsted is measured in this topic (of course, helped by a fingernail)
• "King Nothing" (my favorite Reload )
• "Wherever I May Roam"
• "Nothing Else Matters": James Hetfield sang largely sits on a bench, lit himself. A rather surreal atmosphere. Yes, there were lighters.
• "Sad But True"
• "Creeping Death" Hetfield Newsted shared vocal as they did on tour in support of the black album.
• "One": Damn, I remember that moment and I bristle. What was amazing ... The sound of machine guns and bombs are heard by a set of fireworks and more. Kirk Hammett and Lars Ulrich, who had left the soul up here, really Ahcene of this song yours: Ulrich with his double bass rumbles you in the skull, and with Hammett a guitar a mile a minute.

A very special memories for this song. I saw the whole concert in the pot, because that's how I think that it should see a concert like this (in fact, all the pot turned to special seats and shouted, "VIP Ladybug! VIP Ladybug! "shared the same ideas before, but not so!). Well, in the ment of "One" (at least I think it was for her), I'm in full "moshing", when suddenly I bump into a wall of flesh. Two buddies looked like the lost children of Bigfoot with a sumo wrestler were there giving the m hard usic. One of them was wearing a full head taller. Well, this guy was a ... ahem ... cigarette in his mouth, sucked up to leave half, and threw all their smoke in my face. No I have to say that I "tripée" the next few minutes, right?

• "Die Die My Darling": As you will, all they would play in Garage, Inc. Yes, I do not understand it, but tell me, would have complained?
• "Battery": A close absolutely perfect. I do not know how I live in the pot, jejejeje.

And thus ended. At 11:15, the four buddies got together, James fucked with a roadie for a little while trying to return to put the nails in the faster microphone stand as he launched to the public, Lars threw some drumsticks, Jason Kirk greeted those who were near, and said goodbye. I was totally drenched in sweat, so that when they began to shiver from cold air. But we looked around and all I saw were happy faces. It was as if nothing bad we could ever happen again, or if our lives just get worse from this point because nothing could top this.

Basically, Metallica had played in Caracas. How do we overcome that?

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