Du konntest es nicht wissen. Vielleicht hast du es geahnt, ich weiß es nicht. Ich habe mich jedenfalls sehr gefreut, als letzte Woche auf einmal der Kurier mit den zwei Karten fürs Fugees-Konzert in Hamburg vor der Tür stand - voll geil, vielen Dank noch mal. Trotzdem:

Damn, it must have been the worst concert I’ve ever been to. I can deal with a 90-minute delay. I can try to deal with the no-smoking policy inside the Color Line Arena. A fur-slinging Lauryn Hill though - that raises at least one eyebrow. Whoever did the sound-mix - it was either his first time on the job, or he was deaf. Maybe both, but whatever the case may have been, I had to take some breaks outside, because the sound was just so bad, it almost made our ears bleed. I doubt that the show had any rehearsals beforehand, because the vocals of Wyclef, Lauryn, and Pras (and they are supposed to be a tight-ass team) were pretty far from being tight. So much for impressions.
When we left the show (early), “someone” told us that Mrs. Hill had stayed at her hotel until 9.15pm (show was supposed to start at 8pm), because only 2.500 tickets had been sold - she actually wanted to cancel the show for that reason, but obliged to play a downsized gig (min. 30%) in order not to get sued. In my opinion, a long-time washed-up act like The Fugees can be really happy to sell this many tix - who the fuck does that bitch think she is? Poor Wyclef had to go up on stage and make up some freestyle about having been busted by the cops - yeah, right, they are the bad guys anyway, so who cares? Choosing a smaller venue would have been a good idea. So, now it’s not only the hairdo, which horribly reminds me of Whitney Houston with a nose full of ‘caine, but Lauryns behaviour as well. What happens to a song with a tender atmosphere when the singer shouts it like a maniac? It’s being fuckin’ killed! That whole show was a fluke … I feel really sorry for the musicians, that they have to go through a joke like this. The Fugees are done, it’s over. Sorry, K. … I’m really sorry.