whole lotta love

And now for a little ROCK AND ROLL!!!!!!!!!!

Leaving the vino and the vineyards aside for a moment, the wannabe groupie in me enjoyed a night of bliss this Summer, standing 15 metres away from this man and hearing him sing!…

it's him!!!!!
So close yet so far away.  Pine…  And those pants are pretty roomy compared to what he used to get around in. I guess he is in his 60’s…

Yes, I’m in love.

It was euphoric listening to Robert Plant do his thing and yes I want to yell about it out loud!!

I have two big brothers who introduced me to all sorts of music when I was little – The Rolling Stones, Kate Bush, Beatles, Fleetwood Mac, Lou Reed, Simon and Garfunkel, and one of the big ones for me, Led Zeppelin.  I’ll never forget the first time one of them played me ‘Stairway to Heaven’ on the tape recorder and made me listen to it the whole way through…  My brother wanted me to fully appreciate the beauty of this track, talking me through it, wanting me to understand that a heavy rock group could play such gentle, melodic music.  I think I was about seven?  But the look of despair on the ballet teacher’s face when I asked her to hit play and ‘Stairway’ accompanied my choreographed piece for the annual ballet concert.   I don’t think she appreciated Led Zeppelin’s melody and I had her scurrying to hit pause as the track started cranking up.  Mmm, not quite the family with mountains of classical recordings to choose from really.  The ballet didn’t last long either.

Anyway, even if it wasn’t Led Zeppelin playing, this was pretty damn cool!

Robert Plant may be in his mid-sixties, and he might not strutt his stuff (in those incredibly, impossibly tight jeans) with the same force, but the hair flick was there, the clapping of silver-jewelled hands along with his musicians was there… elegant, humble and generous.  I always thought that he sang and moved in perfect unsion with his musicians – like he himself was a fine instrument – and yes, he still ROCKS!  Daggy I know, but tears were streaming down my face as – quelle bonne surprise! – he sang a few of my favourite Led Zep songs (‘Ramble On’ would you believe it, Soir!).  Heaven.  The deranged music fan in me had me struggling to get up the front, elbowing blokes 4foot taller than me, so I could be as close to Him as possible… So I could imagine he was singing only for me, would let me get up there and bang on a tambourine for him (I would be so cool and discreet) and invite me back later for a beer…  Dream on.  In fact I was stuck behind a painful dude in a baseball cap who refused to budge, so that he could film the entire event on his puny mobile phone (so that pathetic fans like me can then look up our favourite concert moments on YouTube).

The evening was gloriously warm and the setting for the concert was perfect.  It was held in the ancient ‘Les Arenes de Nimes’ – one of the best-preserved Roman ampitheatres in the world, dating from the 1st century A.D. – smack-bang in the middle of Nimes, a beautiful town one hour’s drive north-east of Montpellier.  It felt surreal taking in all the old stone forms circling us, while watching Robert Plant and the Band of Joy in action – the figures of the security guards walking along the very top perimeter of the arena looked like guards patrolling a gladiator scene.

the spectacular les arenes de Nimes
outside the concert at les Arenes de Nimes
les arenes de Nimes
old postcard of Les Arenes of Nimes

But like all your favourite concerts, it was over in an instant and I screamed like I was 18 again with my hands in the air, begging for more (and my last chance for that beer).

No chance.  I was going home with Benji and our friends afterall, but there was still cause for a celebration!  The beers went down swimmingly well and the next morning another couple of old friends joined me at the table outside the hotel.

a moring fix
a morning fix: un cafe creme and Berocca

Before we left Nimes, we wanted to take in just a little bit more Kulture (we’re deprived out here in the sticks!) and headed to the ‘Carre d’Art’, the contemporary art gallery whose building was conceived by Norman Foster.  It’s well worth a look – for its small collections as well as its architectural form.

I fell in love with these two paintings (funnily enough, both painted in 1961):

'Dans la rue', Mimmo Rotella, 1961
‘Dans la rue’, Mimmo Rotella, 1961
'Bleu d'aout', Jacques Villegle, 1961
‘Bleu d’aout’, Jacques Villegle, 1961

The gallery is a brilliant visual contrast to the ‘Maison Carree’ across the road – an incredibly beautiful Roman temple, thought to be the only temple in the world so well-preserved (sorry for the lack of good images! – my camera had gone on the blink and I was using the phone!??!!).

my crappy mobile phone pic and an old postcard found at a 'vide-grenier' here (a gargae sale in the village) - 'La Rome Francaise'
an old postcard found at a ‘vide-grenier’ here (a garage sale in the village) – ‘La Rome Francaise’

Amidst all the culture, Nimes still had a little rock n’roll left in it.


…at least some people are still wearing the tight pants.

And I can’t help it, here’s a reminder of the rockstar version:

whoah look at those pants!!
not a bad fit Monsieur Plant