Tuesday night got a whole-lot-of-rock more interesting when I received a call asking for me to make moves to the O2 Arena and pick up my Linkin Park VIP Backstage passes…
I was there faster than you could say ‘mosh-pit’. I just crossed my silver-ringed fingers in the hope that nobody enquired as to what was my favourite Linkin Park song (I only remember the ones with Jay-Z, and in the midst of 20,000 screaming fans, I felt I might look like a bit of a fraudster if I stuttered ‘Er… ‘Jigga What’…Yep, love that one’).
Despite my lack of Linkin lyrical knowledge, I jumped up and down and rocked out for all my French Soles were worth. These boys definitely know how to make the crowd go crazy…Which I automatically translated to think that they would also definitely know how to party.
Imagine my (not unpleasant) surprise when we gate-crashed the changing rooms, expecting champagne to be spraying us from all corners and instead found a healthy, nutritious spread of hummus, celery and cucumber. There was plenty of drinking going on, but it was all purely for hydration purposes as mineral water took up the spaces in ice-buckets usually reserved for Cristal. Is this the secret of all those guttural hardcore-rock-stage-screams? Perhaps. Anyhow, when in Rome…So I got stuck into the dips and discussed the merits of London vs LA with a mouthful of carrot-sticks.
The entire band were, without exception, the epitome of politeness and obviously as in love with London as our city was with them. The drummer, Rob Bourdon, was the last band member left draining the water bottles with us almost-reformed party animals… So we took him to Boujis for some real bubbles (for us – not him) and by the end of the night he was lamenting that LA had to be so very far away and so were we…
mineral water?well it sounds like Linkin Park and I have much more in common than I thought….lololol!