Elwendin

I have not much more to say...... It feels like they just threw 2 songs together without putting too much effort in it. Like "Hey, what should we do with this leftovers?" "Just repack them into a meatloaf". Fedez can do better and Mika can do better.

I think the first post should be updated with instructions and heads up or people will get lost and do zero. Like me.....

Also I wouldn't miss Big Girl if it was gone, I think Oh girl would do better But I'm super happy with this set list, and Promiseland, Good Wife and No Place in Heaven are just perfect, although I watched Promiseland on a vid, and something was odd to me, he looked a little lost, but I'm totally sure it will get better

Yeah, but he's still doing some huge gaffes around some italian words which have two meanings, and I reckon he's doing it on purpose. First thing you learn in a foreign language, are bad words, and he's fluent enough in italian to know them almost all. I don't think he's unaware for realz.

Mika was the sweetest to that greek woman who screwed up. He sang Stardust with her, getting her 3 yes. So basically now they are a band and have to sing together next time I am enjoying this season very much, the judges are super funny.

They say they had a whole marketing plan but Fedez busted it cause he disclosed it by mistake; Mika says like whatever as your marketing policies are better than mine at the moment Anyway, the song name will be Beautiful Disaster and it will be released after Fedez's single, which is called 21 grammi.

I knew I could rely on you as I can't see facebook right now.

"Yours" as in yours? Were you there?

Max did. I recorded him singing Rain.

Pretty useless ones tho, as I've heard that he's not selling as many cds..... I remember my friends having fun with similar jokes. At high school. :rolls_eyes:

I always wonder how other singers' fans behave. I expect it to be quite similar, this is why I also expect security to be prepared.

I'm not shocked, I'm just annoyed as I was there so I take it personal. I get your point, but it's their job to know how fans behave and how to deal with that. If they expected people to show up at 8 p.m. , they were naive. It is what it is, and they have to deal with reality. And it's not like I think they HAD to plan things better. I'm not complaining, or blaming someone, as I was fine with whatever. But they just could have. They wouldn't have got bad reviews on-line and they wouldn't have struggled taming the beast. Everybody wins. I don't think they enjoyed to have to deal with confused, stressed people, and they surely prefer good advertising than rumors about them being unable to handle things properly, even when it's not their fault. Sometimes you get the blame even when you are not guilty. Bad reviews just spread, no matter what.

I asked them to. But I wonder now how many people had the same mislead feeling.

I know, and I did it as well.

WTF!!!!! "Seul bémol, malgré une communion de presque 1h30, le public n’a pas rappelé MIKA, laissant cette fin de concert sur une note moins gaie." The audience DID want an encore, but it was totally clear that we wouldn't have got one. As I said, I don't now if it was about the schedule or about the tech issues, but Mika left and the roadies started to unplug things right away. Of course that at that point no one asked for an encore anymore.

Eriko, you are the one I rely on for getting stuff from the gigs I attend, and you never let me down. Thank you!!!! In Eriko I trust

A woman next to me filmed almost the whole gig. I'm sure her videos are in a very good quality, so I hope she will upload them, but I don't know who she was. Yeah, writing about it killed my mood so the report turned into something serious, I'm sorry for that. I mean, for my report ending up being serious.

He does that every time he knows people from different countries are there. He asked for English speakers, French speakers, Italian speakers, Arabic speakers. Too bad he skipped some of them, which I like very much Funny that I just wrote the opposite thing in my report. I don't get it at all She was not, indeed.

DO NOT read this report if you are interested in Mika only, as you would get disappointed. My feeling was that a gig in Montecarlo would have been average. And that it would have been a mess. And I was right, so it can be quite surprising that I'm very happy with having gone. I didn't want to attend an average gig and to have to struggle for it. So I was like no way. Then the Casino of Montecarlo threw a competition on facebook and I have a thing for competitions I can win. To be honest, I have a thing for winning, who doesn't? So yeah, I sent my entry and I won, like another zillion people, which is fine, I don't think I would have won when there would have been only a few passes as a prize. I got a whatsapp message from a friend saying “You won!” and my mobile started to buzz like it was possessed but an evil gigantic bee. I had to mute it, as I was in a meeting at work, and I kept focusing on my job as long as anyone was saying something meaningful. I waited the first pause in the convo to pop out with “I won exclusive passes!”. They gave me the blank stare, but whatever. I multitask, I can focus on a meeting and be happy at the same time. Later in the day, some other coworkers pushed me hard to wear snazzy dresses cause “you can't go to Monaco wearing your usual rags”. The thing is, I love my usual rags. I would feel fake wearing a nice dress. I would be a fraud in a sheath dress. But yeah, I understand that Montecarlo is Montecarlo. Fine, I'll put some heels in my suitcase. But my gigs T-shirt is coming along and so is my doodles - painted backpack. Period. Once I handled my coworkers, I still needed to face my parents. It's not like I have to ask for permission to anybody, of course. It's just that I love sharing, as you might notice reading this long-ass report. And when you want to share, you need to tell people things. I withheld the Naples gig to my parents for one year, and it was such a pleasure to disclose it to them two weeks ago. It happened too much time ago for them to get mad over it. Anyway, I was not sure about hiding this new gig to them or tell them, so I went for the ancient art of manupulation: “Mum, don't you think that life is short and unpredicatable and we should make the most of it?” - waits for mother to agree. “It's a good thing that we agree about that as I'm going to Montecarlo. Tomorrow.” The thing appeared sketchy since the very beginning, no one knew what this “Exclusive Dance Floor” was really about. We only knew we would have had access to it. Rumors were spread, hypotesis were done, and the mystery about the legendary Exclusive thingy arose. It was my duty to go and find it out, so I told Sarah to pack and we planned this trip on a very short notice. Thank god she can do logistics pretty well. Her bday happens to be on the 29th of August, every year, so yeah, it made quite an awesome happy Bday gift. The trip didn't start smoothly: I got a call from work and a double alert on a money withdrawal I just made, so that I had to call the bank to check if someone was scamming me. Then I chose a shortcut to buy some time, but there was some festival and the road I meant to hit was closed. Thank you very much. When I finally got on the highway I was totally relieved, untill Chiara (aka navigator system) tried to make us leave it every 10 kms. She wanted us to visit Turin, Genoa and every town on our way. We finally switched the b*tch off and followed the old good road signs till it Highness Le Principauté de Monaco. I parked in an underground parking garage: maybe they wouldn't have taken my car away for having hit the public decency of the town. Ferrari and Jaguar and some weird super posh cars were all over the place, along with some Audi SUVs, which looked very peasantish there. I put my heels on out of a mix of bravery and foolishness, and there we went. We reached the very mysterious Exclusive Dance Floor, which appeared not to be set yet. The mystery was still going on and people were a little on the edge. Security didn't know squat about our special passes, which was very comforting. We hit the Café de Paris for we were supposed to get our wristbands there and asked a guy in a suit, who looked at us like we were aliens demanding to conquer the Earth showing some unoficial papers. He called another guy, who gave us the same puzzled stare and they eventually called the director who was like “Ok, I'm going to pretend to know what that's about so that these freaks would keep their coolness”. I swear we were all sweet and polite, as we had no clue about how the rest of the day would have looked like. Had we known it, we would have got our free champagne right away to look for some boldness and strenght. We got told that we should have got back at about 7 p.m. To get wristabands. (Lie/misleading info #1) We chilled around a bit, took some pics, bought some water. 4 euros half a litre, but hey, it came with a thermal plastic bag, then we went back to join the other fans. And there, the worst nightmare of a organization freak like me began. Thank god life has done plenty to teach me the awesome art of adjusting and let it go, so I was like “whatever”, but that was the worst mess I've ever seen when it comes to organization. Naples was a hell, ok, but there was no organization at all. We knew it and we dealed with it. In Montecarlo some kind of organization was supposed to rule the whole thing, but the people in charge of it seemed to have no clue about what to do. Here's what I would have done: everybody who would have gone to the Café de Paris would have got their name checked on the list, got a wristband and bye. An official gate would have been set since the morning for those who wanted to wait there. At 20 p.m. I would have opened the gate and let wristbands people in. Easy peasy. Instead chaos was ravaging. Funny enough that casino means mess in italian. I never thought about it as an omen. We got told that we would have got our wristbands there, right there (Lie/misleading info #2), so guess what? People were standing there. Surprising. In the meantime the mystery about the Exclusive Dance Floor got solved as they set the bareers: it was between the stage and the VIP balcony. The rest of the audience would have had to stand on the sides as the centre of the square was already full with the dancing floor, the balcony and a huge fountain. Ok, it's a crappy description, just check the pictures to get the idea. The stage itself was teeny tiny and its sides were covered with kind of curtains, so it looked like a box and the view from the side was ew. Huge screens stood on the sides, at least. I realized that my feeling not to get there without a pass was utterly right. And that as long as I had one, I would have been fine, so I wasn't stressed at all. At who-knows o' clock they told us to move ten metres down the street as they were about to gave our wristbands (Lie/misleading info #3), but as people didn't trust the staff any longer, they had to litterally push us over there. We were not a huge crowd but the lack of info had people to behave like we were hundreds. I moved 3 times myself, after having being told (Lie/misleading info #4, 5 and 6). By the end we were so packed that I was gasping for air like a fish out of the water, and I thought that my precious mobile was gone forever, all crashed and jammed (relax everybody, it's safe and sound). We finally were allowed to get in in couples (the winner and their +1), after having our name checked and getting our wristband, which was useless at that point, but it is my first one and I will love it forever. I think they eventually allowed in even the people without the passes at the end, as there was quite a lot of room for everybody, but I don't actually know. It was perfect, we weren't packed, I was able to dance (heels are evil) at all and the view was woah. I've never been that close to a stage (which doesn't mean we were able to rest our arms on it, but still. It is the best I ever got). I didn't have to wear my glasses and I was still able to see every looks of him, it was awesome to me. It turned an average gig into something I will remember. We were all singing and enjoying the gig, when that french middle aged woman pushed her way to the front, holding a blue merle Chihuahua in her arms. She tried to take over me in order to show him to Mika like Mufasa did with Simba. I felt an outraged wrath springing from my chest and I swear that tiny dog saved her from getting slapped. I told her that was awful and that she needed to leave, for the dog's sake. She told me that it was fine. Fine my ass. The dog was paralyzed in fear, he was trembling all over, and his eyes were wide open in terror. Imagine how powerful is the dog hearing and how loud is the noise frontrow. Imagine how tiny such a dog is and how he has no choice but undergo to whatever his abusive owner wants to put him through. Imagine to have to live with someone who's supposed to protect you, someone you should be able to rely on, who scares the crap out of you instead just to make Mika notice them. It is a dredful trust betrayal and a real torture. And the worst thing is that she kept saying that everything was fine. I still feel sick thinking about that dog and the life he has to deal with. If she used him in such a cruel way for such a stupid goal, it means that's what she does. I hope that dog will die soon, I don't wish that life to anybody. I couldn't prevent her to hold the traumatized dog in the air, as I would have had to physically take action and I didn't want to hurt the dog. But I totally spiraled, I yelled to her that I am no fool, I'm a dog trainer and she was hurting her dog, who was shocked and paralyzed in fear. I made her leave, but I feel no satisfaction. I'm sure nothing will change for that dog. Mika didn't even notice it, by the way, for information of any c*nt who is thinking to do the same reading my report. The gig went on, Mika looked in a good mood till some tech issues happened and he had no choice but play along. We had no encore, I'm not sure if it's about those tech problems or because he wasn't allowed to sing through the midnight. And then he was gone, but we still had our free champagne and our vouchers for a free gambling, so we went for it. I've never gone to a casinò in my whole life, and it was an interesting thing to do to validate my opinion about it: I really don't get the fun. I mean, I did have fun, cause it's a unsual thing to do and my friends were there, you know. But the thing per se doesn't appeal to me. I have no addictions, and gambling won't be my first one. I have quite the opposite problem: I dive into things and then, once they are achieved, I move on. So yeah, the whole experience made me happy, I have some good memories (“I wish this was already ended and I was on my couch remember it all” is something I always say) and we even manage to enjoy the see the day after. I forgot my swimming suit, but whatever. Undies are fine. PS #1 I enjoyed listening to the guy before Mika, Charles Pasi, he was good at singing and he did a long medley of Michael Jackson's songs, playing his harmonica. I mean, harmonica! PS #2 Dear Casino de Montecarlo, just in case you are reading: I promise I am very grateful for this chance and I enjoyed every moment of it. I think it's fair to admit that from people's perspective things went a bit rough. But hey, there's plenty of room for improvement, right? I posted a few pics here: http://elwendin.blogspot.it/2015/08/mika-at-casino-night-ciel-ouvert.html

- I don't feel like crying. - I liked this column, and I like his reasons. - I like how he has changed and outgrew his victim condition, turning into a confident man who stands his ground. - I like it when he says that turning away from this deed like nothing happened is a luxury that many couldn't afford if they were in his shoes. That's pretty much all

Here it is: Scanned pics by Lucrezia Translation by me, Alyara and *Vv* Mika: Hadn't I responded to the insults, I would have betrayed my 13 y.o. self. When I saw the pic of my dirtied face on the poster in Florence on Instagram, I felt sad, humiliated. My first instinct was: don’t say anything to anybody, don’t react, don’t move. I'm on tour, I can turn away from it, perform and feel good. I can push away the insults. But the fans started to talk about it, my friends started to text me. And I realised that my first reaction was the same one I used to have back in the day, it was the reaction of a very young boy who was feeling helpless. That's how I used to be at school: defenceless. Had I responded back then, they would have beaten me and I would have come up with nothing but coming back home with a bruised face. I know about bullying, they would pick on me. Because of racism, because my mother was fat or because we had financial issues in that period. But mostly, 80% of the time, because of my sexuality. Even before I was even aware of my own sexuality. When you're a kid and get attacked, you think that you can't fight back, because if you do, those things would become even bigger, as big as a mountain. When I was a child my payback has always been slow, mirrored and spread in the long term. I tried to move my focus away from my condition, I concentrated on the future. When I had to face that poster, I felt like the boy I used to be. And my instinctive response was to lick my wounds, shut my eyes and project myself in the future. It's an automatic reflex, which is shared by most people who are bullied: turn away, keep everything for yourself. Then I understood. That was one of the few times in my life when I had been forced to choose a direct confrontation on bullying and homophobia, I realised how much things have changed, how much I have changed. It's for people's reactions on socials, for my friends and, I have to admit, for my coworkers. Some of them are gay and got hurt because they are connected to what I do every day: they felt like they had been insulted themselves. I realised that, yes, there was my automatic response because of what I endured and because of some old defence instinct, but now I'm in a privileged position: I'm on tour, I'm free and surrounded by free people, I’ve built my own world where I can do what I believe in and provoke tolerance through my music and my concerts. It's a huge luxury. By refusing to acknowledge those insults I would've made a mistake: I would've forgotten the 13 y.o. I once was and I would've hurt all the people who don't have that luxury and that privilege. I can get on stage. But when you're young and that word concerns you, if you look at that billboard and you don't find any answer to shield yourself with, then it means you've been abandoned. You lose hope and you find yourself even weaker. I couldn't allow that, exactly because of the things that changed in my life: I would've left myself and so many others alone. It doesn't matter whether you're 14 or 64, when you see such a thing you react in the same way, because it affects you. That's the reason why I decided to use that image as a profile pic on Twitter and Instagram. It was exactly what would've scared me at the age of 13. I wasn't that brave back then, I couldn't be. I did the opposite of the thing I would've done at school. I've been called like that all my life: I used to take those insults, I used to turn them into music, put them in my drawings. Last Saturday was the first time I told myself: why not to put them out there and use them as a flag fluttering above the heads of all those people who write and think like that? This was Oscar Wilde's greatness: he could take hypocrisy and throw it back in people's faces, sometimes there's nothing more appropriate than inappropriate actions! That's why Wilde is one of my Good Guys. I could have written five thousands words, could have told them to go to hell, could have said that I would never go back to Florence (but not for me, I love Florence!), I could have used my column as an outlet, comparing homophobia to sexism and machismo. But with that “visual declaration”, with that sign which has become a flag, I accomplished it without being violent nor aggressive, without getting lost in sermons. It was beautiful to see how an image could turn out to be powerful. For my mum as well. She didn’t say much, but she reflected herself in this episode, as she faced a tough period when she was a teenager. She’s never been compensated for what she has had to face: this is a sort of compensation for her and came through one of her kids. She stared at me, she squeezed her eyes and smiled as someone who finally found rest. The most complicated thing now, is understanding how we can go beyond that image, downright because of its power. A bunch of people wanted to replicate my deed: they took that image, added their photograph, and the slogan “let’s break the silence”. Facebook blocked their profiles for 30 hours, this goes to show that this word is still sensitive and hard. Therefore: if they offend you, is it right to turn an insult – that remains an insult – into a flag? It is, when it provokes a constructive discussion, when it helps people to think about how a superficial and stupid epithet can make other people feel. However, that word still hurts. It’s still a really strong one, it has many negative implications and can really hurt. We can’t accept it as a normal word. But let’s stop pretending it doesn’t exist: that would be much more dangerous.

It is done. Proofreading now. Kinda.

Vv tagged along so this is going to be even faster