Schwetzingen, Germany - July 23, 2005


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Sabine Engelhardt:

Hi,

better late than never, here's my review for Schwetzingen. Please forgive 
me when I use wrong time forms, this is my weak point ;-)

I went to Heidelberg from Düsseldorf via Frankfurt by train already at 
Thursday to have a few days with Alex. After all we can meet only about 
three times a year!

At Friday we thought about a present for Chris. Contrary to the concerts 
in Köln (Cologne) and Dortmund, where wheelchair users and their 
companions had to sit literally at the other end of the hall, in 
Schwetzingen we had the opportunity to get seats in row one, right in 
front of the stage! A very good position to give a present to Chris, who 
had given and still gives us so much with his music. But we didn't want 
to buy flowers that would have been gone two days later; we wanted to 
give something special.

After some looks around in the old town of Heidelberg we found a small 
store selling a lot of different sorts of "Fruchtgummi" I don't know a 
correct translation, I only found one for "Gummibärchen" -- gummi bear 
or jelly baby --, but this describes only a subset of "Fruchtgummi"). 
They make a lot of specialities, even Fruchtgummis with the flavour of 
beer or really hot chili! "Endlessly amazing and inventive that we are 
..." ;-)

In this small store we found the Bärenmeter (bear metre), a collection 
of some sorts they offer -- yellow smilies, jelly babies, "cars", "cola 
bottles" and more, in a package looking like a big, one metre long ruler. 
We speculated: Will he make a joke out of it? (Of course he
DID!) On one side we wrote "THE POWER OF TEN -- decimetres to give you 
power for a lot more concerts. Love, Sabine & Alex".

For Saturday Alex and I had decided to meet at 1pm at the main station in 
Heidelberg, then take a train (S-Bahn) to Schwetzingen, have a meal there 
and then search for the location of the concert. First we found that 
there is no S-Bahn from Heidelberg to Schwetzingen, but then a bus of the 
BRN (Busverkehr Rhein-Neckar) brought us directly in front of the 
Schwetzingen castle. :-)

We had a meal at the "Brauhaus" on the marketplace, just across from the 
castle's entrance. Then we went over to the really beautiful park, walked 
around a bit, and I took some photos. We found the stage and the entrance 
-- at first we thought this couldn't be the entrance, because it was so 
narrow! Another visitor told us that the sound check was already done 40 
minutes before.

So we sat on a stone bank and went on waiting ... until we heard music 
from the stage! Another sound check? -- We went over again, but it wasn't 
Chris we heard. I'm still not sure whether it was live or canned music.

This time we met Monica at the entrance, and together we walked back to 
the park. An unknown man always trying to tell us loudly that cameras 
would not be allowed followed us and sat beside us at the bank, until we 
had enough of his sabbling and left for another place to sit down. Some 
time later Monica left us to look for Elisabeth.

The entrance was opened at a quarter past six, although it was said that 
it would open only at seven. This seemed to be a communication problem 
between the security people (not the only one, as we should find out 
later). We were allowed to go into the location area, but not to our 
seats until seven :-/ So we bought ourselves a drink and waited ... 
again. ;-)

Before the entrance we saw two pieces of paper saying that "professional 
cameras" would not be allowed. But the security people didn't check my 
camera bag -- although it is clear that this IS a camera bag. They only 
took a look into my normal bag.

So I didn't mind ... I remembered Chris' MotL not long time ago in which 
he said that he likes people to take photographs for private use. And it 
really doesn't matter whether you give me a professional reflex camera or 
a simple one -- I have got 23 years of experience and can take good 
photos with almost every camera. :-)

Next problem: I am not exactly slim, and it seems that these seats have 
been made for slim people or children only. It was really uncomfortable 
for me to sit there. Fortunately those who sat right and left from me 
weren't as fat as I am *g*

I forgot the uncomfortable seat the moment we heard the first tones of 
"When Winter Comes".

But when I got my camera out of its bag and started to make the first 
photos while "Road To Freedom", something else became much more
uncomfortable: The security! :-( The younger one, still a boy in my eyes, 
came to me and told me to stop taking photos. I tried to explain to him 
that Chris had allowed this explicitly, but he didn't listen. Instead he 
said I should give my camera to him. I told him that I NEVER give my 
camera to ANYONE (and those who have expensive cameras know, why!).

In this moment I was so angry! I had carried my camera with me to make my 
own pictures of the show, knowing that I possibly won't have a chance for 
that for a long time. I didn't know that I could have taken photos in 
Cologne or Dortmund before I went there, so I had left my camera at home 
then. And I think that Chris will not have the time for another tour in 
Germany this year.

Finally I never know whether I am able to buy a ticket (and, if necessary, 
train ticket and hotel) the next time a concert takes place, because 
since almost two years I'm unable to work because of a major depression 
and have to live from social welfare. This is not exactly a big amount of 
money, or, as we say in German: Too less for living, too much to die.

This boy and his companion acted like they were something important. After 
Chris went down to that older security man and whispered something in his 
ear, then explaining: "This show is for the people who paid their tickets 
-- and for me", they made it even harder. It was like a cynical game: Who 
has more power, Chris and his fans or the so called security? -- Since 
then they forbid everyone, even those fans with only small cameras, to 
take photos, sometimes putting their own heads in the way as if a camera 
shot could kill :-/

I asked myself whether I should stand up, go right to the stage and ask 
Chris himself. Only Alex stopped me from that ... and still I don't know 
whether this was the right decision. -- As you can see, I'm still 
irritated about all this. I could take only five or six pictures -- so 
why did I buy some extra films before? :-( -- In the end I put my camera 
back into the bag ... I felt like a surrender.

(After the show Alex told me that there was another security man at the 
right side of the stage, wearing a red t-shirt (the others had black ones), 
always making signs to the others to calm down and let the fans take their 
photos. But they only continued to look around as if they had to defend 
something. Perhaps their cocky honour, I don't know.)

Finally I ignored these ... , even though this wasn't easy: The 
boy's head was directly between Chris and me, so I always had to see his 
trials to make an evil face.

No wonder Chris seemed to be a bit unconcentrated at first (had there 
already been trouble with the security before the show?). In the first 
songs I heard some wrong chords from his guitar, and in between he made 
a few jokes about his age. But after 20 minutes or so he found his 
concentration, and his voice grew more powerful, too.

I don't remember much of the playlist ... (does anyone else?), but I 
think it was before the Britney-part when I took the chance to go to 
the stage and give Chris our present. He made a really surprised face 
when he asked "What is this?" And I felt so blamed because I didn't 
know the right word!

I tried it with "gummi bears", but he asked again: "What is this?" Then 
he answered the question himself: "jelly beans". Uff. ;-) -- Finally he 
took the bear-metre, tried to measure himself with it, and said that he 
is 168 jelly beans tall ;-)

Btw, thank you Silvia for the pictures, I just found myself and Chris 
with the "bear metre" there! ;-)

The Britney-part ... from my position I couldn't see Chris the most 
time. What makes me wonder: How long has one to practise to play AND 
sing while walking through the audience without any failures? Seems 
I'll still need VERY much exercising until being able to do that, too 
;-) (Note to myself: Good question for MotL ...).

For me the concert really began when a group of fans came to the front 
of the stage and began to dance (quarter past nine?). The security guys 
looked so bebaffled I had to grin. I joined the dancing group, assuring 
that Alex gets a good place right in front of the stairs to the stage, 
and began to forget everything else ;-)

The last days before the concert had been really hard for me. A short 
time ago I had to stop taking the medicines against the depressions 
because I had found out that they push my weight up so much that my 
hip, knees and feet aren't able to carry me anymore without aching. 
Even doing the usual shopping sometimes is a horror vision for me.

And without the medicines the depressions came back ... stealing my 
power, making me feel weak and hopeless.

But in this 1.5 hours we were dancing and clapping in front of the 
stage, my bones didn't ache. And I didn't feel the depressions either. 
This was really a gift ... I don't remember much moments like this, 
when I could really forget all this, since the depressions came into my 
life more than three years ago. Or, as Alex stated, Chris de Burgh is 
the best antidepressant ever invented *g*

After the concert we had a drink in the "Brauhaus" with Ina, Heike and 
some others, and went back to Heidelberg with a cab at 1pm or so.

There was not much sleep for me that night, because in the youth hostel 
a group of drunken men from the Netherlands disturbed with talking 
loudly, and even the security (one woman) of the hostel couldn't stop 
them. I thought: Why don't the youth hostel and SWR1 exchange their 
security guys? Would be better for both! ;-)

... on Monday morning, when I sat in Heidelberg main station waiting 
for Alex for a last meeting before I had to leave again, someone stole 
my purse -- just within five minutes I was unobservant. Without being 
on the concert this could have brought me a nervous breakdown (-- yes, 
seriously. Incidents like this can have this effect on depressive 
people).

There was no breakdown. Not the inner pain I'd had to anticipate in 
cases like this, no loss of the just new won power. Call me crazy, but 
I think that something happened to me at this concert, and this 
"something" is still there.

I'm not scared anymore.

Greets, Sabine


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