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As i was browsing a bit trough the Memory Storage on the website i found this post of Whirly , written in 1999. When i read this i actually felt so much like i was there that i was lost in time for a moment.

She has such a talent for making stories sounds incredible - reading this brought a tear to my eye.





My first live Chemical experience - I missed the opportunity to see the Chemicals in previous years, as well as the Surrender tour. But I made up for lost time when I saw them in October for the first time in 1999 at the Coachella Music and Arts Festival in Indio, Calfornia. It had been a long time waiting, at least a couple of years - not only to see the Chemical Brothers, but any gig for that matter. I pretty much bought my ticket on account of the Brothers being there, and saying their set didn't disappoint is hardly doing the Chems, Coachella, or myself any justice. It was a long day's wait dodging the hot desert heat. A fanning ourselves with our little Coachella music guides. A long day chasing down the iced lemonade vendors and chasing the shady spots as they crept their way across the immense field of grass as the sun moved across the sky. Nature, as cruel as it is, can be merciful too. As the day turned into night, everyone was able to take refuge under the perfect night sky. I was initially disappointed that the Chemicals were on soon after Spiritualized started their set, but I wasn't upset for long. Me and my husband and our good friend found a nice grassy spot where we could stretch out a bit and flail around without knocking into other festival goers. I wanted to be closer up to the stage, but we were keeping an eye out for two friends we got seperated from earlier that day - so we felt we'd be better off if we were not in the tight mix of people. I'd heard that the Chemicals put on a good show with crazy visuals, but taking all that into account, I really didn't know what to expect. Spiritualized were only a couple songs into their set before I bothered checking my watch. The Chemicals were going to be on soon! We had to dart from the side stage where Spiritualized were playing, across to the main stage where the Chems were. After a very short wait, the cheers from the crowd went up and the opening fly buzz and thudding beat of Hey Boy Hey Girl thundered over the festival grounds. I looked behind me and could see groups of happy festival goers not running, but skipping toward the music. It would have been magical if it didn't seem so goofy, then again, who could blame those festival goers anyway. Then again I'm sure I looked like a dancing fool myself, so who am I to talk? I don't know how far the Chemicals were into the set, but it wasn't long before I lost all track of time as the music transported me on some loud, light-filled, strange journey into the musical unknown. I was hearing things I didn't think possible for men to do with machines, and I was feeling more alive at that moment than I had felt in a long, long time. Nothing else existed except the music, my husband, our friend and a few thousand of my newest, closest dancing partners. Stars could've fallen out of that clear desert sky, and the moon could've turned blood red, and trumpets could've signalled the end of all existance as we know it. But I wouldn't have known... or cared for that matter. And it was during It Doesn't Matter that I heard someone calling my name. Above that blood rippling bass I heard it, and I looked behind me once again and saw our two friends we'd lost earlier. How they found us in that crowd, I'll never know so I chock it up to pure luck. I was feeling pretty lucky that night anyway. The gig closed with The Sunshine Underground, and the images around the stage looked like a kaleidescope in my minds eye. I couldn't believe that as quickly as the show started, it was over. I don't know if it was from being out in the sweltering heat all day and I was really dying of heat exhaustion. Or if it was the overwhelming intensity of the music and the crowd. Or if there was some kind of unearthly force working its wonders on me... Or all of the above that left me feeling happily exhausted to the point where even the long, dusty walk to our car after the show wasn't much of a bother - but in those moments I felt so much joy that couldn't be measured in words. And especially not now, almost 4 years later, since the initial sharpness of that memory has no doubt succumbed to all the time that has passed between then and now. But I can say that if I can still get sappy and sentimental like I've done here, almost 4 years later, that says something about what was responsible for giving me such a fine memory.

Mia Hill, 1999











Wauw.



Love Really Is All!

Aww, Jeanie!



I shamefully didn't write a full on review of that gig since it was before I was even on the mailing list. I wish I would have, but I just didn't have an avenue... then again this little bit could go down in history as my shortest Chems gig review ever. X-D

I have stated this earlier and i will say it again, whirly's writings are simply mesmorizing with a subtle sense of humor. :)

I want to write a review now!!! :x

Yeah, must say whily, you've a way with words. You come across as a very intelligent person by the way you write, especially in your reviews and the like, it's class.

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Yeah, must say whily, you've a way with words. You come across as a very intelligent person by the way you write, especially in your reviews and the like, it's class.

whirly's got a whily.................and i like it :-//

Aw jeez folks :-//







Oh, and shh... Bosco you weren't supposed to tell anyone about me whily.

thank you for that great transportation of time and space that is what I love most in life those great memorys that I have of great shows alway a joy to know that at those moments we are all at peace with the world it made me think of about 5 dif. nights I tried to fly with no wings and was carried away by the music of great live shows of all the greats like tcm and spaceman and tripthoery can't forget orbital.