Chicane concert

Posted on November 5th, 2011 at 8:58 pm by

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After I’ve been listening to him for the last 5 years, after I missed his concert last year, after I learned his songs by heart, there finally came a time when I got to see him live. By his real name Nick Bracegirdle, born in a small town in England, Chicane landed for the second time in Romania, this time in Brasov, in a small club, with good music and a small crowd. It was perfect.

The concert was starting at 11 and we left Cluj at 7. I was pumped up and running out of time. I jumped in the car and stepped on it.

Average speed of 110 km/h and a Chicane cd to warm us up.

There were 5 of us, we all knew what was up. We were chasing music, trying to make this one of the best nights this year. At the steering wheel things looked even more diluted. Gas and fuel consumption didn’t matter anymore, we were overtaking everything in front of us. I remember only parts of it and how I felt.

We finally got there, the club was near the train station. We quickly drink the 2 bottles of wine left in the car, smoke a cigarette and we’re in the zone.

First song was: “Come Back”, followed by one hit after the other: Poppiholla, Saltwater, Don’t give up, Stoned in love, etc. We steadily pushed our way through to the front row; best view in the house. And the best place to take pictures.





On a concert like this the best thing you can do is close your eyes for a couple of seconds and totally disconnect. The waiting was over and all those songs that I knew by heart were played in front of me.

I always thought Nick was a super cool guy. You can clearly see that he likes what he does. I can honestly say he relaxed with the band for an hour or so on the stage, then bowed and puf, they were gone. Nevertheless I saw that sparkle in his eye that makes him a musical genius.




The gang. From left to right: Marcel, Cristina, Laura, Cosmin, “i dunno her name” and Raisa. My brother Paul was taking the picture.

At 8 o’clock in the morning I was back in Cluj. I had to attend a wedding during the day, totally exhausted, again. And the irony of it all was that I went from Chicane to country music in the span of a couple of hours.

But, all in all, a legendary night, what can I say.