DOWN playing in a French club ? It hasn’t happened for a while. The last gig of DOWN I attended was at Bilbao Kristonfest last year, which definitely made it to my top 3 gigs of all time. Having the chance to see the guys crowned by my French fellows is a very different ball game, though.
If some people still doubted of DOWN’s live abilities, I guess they were punished the best way possible : New Orleans Godfathers gave us a fun-filled heavy performance on a platinum plate tonight. Again, DOWN provided a great feeling of brotherhood and sharing for the French crowd, because that’s what they do best…
With each gig of DOWN comes its bunch of epic encounters. Today, I’m meeting Phil Anselmo in person before the show. Although he looks exhausted, Phil welcomes us courteously in his backstage room for a 20 minutes long interview. Despite the fact that I obviously already know 3/4 of his answers, it makes MUCH MORE sense hearing them from his mouth. Not to mention that at the end of the interview, Phil compliments me on my short haircut (a totally unexpected move from him, I must admit). The man just knows how to stroke a woman’s ego !
Fans are already forming “the metal pack” outside, with their “Smokin Jesus” shirts and MC jackets, so the venue decides to open its doors almost an hour before the official opening. Considering what I heard from backstage earlier, it looks like the opening band WARBEAST (Anselmo’s proteges from TX) are quite the deal. A colossal deal.
I was naive to think I could get a better spot on the front row, because DOWN fans are quite tenacious and wouldn’t give up their spot for a beer/pee/ciggie. To spend my time usefully, I decide to scream every time a roadie shows up on stage. That’s the only way I found to temper my excitement (yes, being so close to see DOWN again gets the fan I am all shaky).
After the gig, I decide to wait outside the venue with a handful of fans. When the guys of DOWN come out, everyone crowds around Phil A., which allows me to come and hang around with the one and only drum meister, Jimmy “Bower Power” Bower. The man is damn cool and available, that’s why I’m chatting a bit with him, sharing thoughts and anything that comes to mind. I also chat with my bass god Pat Bruders (“the new Cliff Burton” according to Jimmy), who is as warm and cuddly as the first time I met him in Spain. After that, I catch THE MAN, my fucking idol Pepper Keenan (who’s also overwhelmed by fans) for a photo that ends in a little babble in French/spanish which makes both of us laugh (I made Pepper J. Keenan laugh, goddammit !)… Anyway, it’s been a damn great night, the gig was outstanding just as much as the encounters that followed it. And for the record, it seems that we’re likely to see DOWN again quite soon, because this leg was just an appetizer… See you next year ?
Eyes of the South
Lysergik Funeral Procession
Pillars of Eternity
Ghosts Along the Mississippi
New Orleans Is a Dying Whore
Hail the Leaf
Stone the Crow
Bury Me in Smoke
Last modified: 11 February 2015