Location:
Westfalenhalle
Bands: Smith & D'Abo, SAILOR
A concert review by Ursula Porwollik:
Monday, 11 October 1976:
Concert of my favourite band SAILOR in the Westfalenhalle in
Dortmund - A fan-review from cult-times by Ursula Porwollik
For others it might have been a normal day, but for me it was
something very special: This Monday I was to see my favourite
band SAILOR in the Westfalenhalle in Dortmund, and this was to
happen live, in front of all our eyes....
I, Ursula, was to go to this event together with my classmate
Sabine! I was so happy: Finally I was able to see Georg, Grant,
Henry and Phil "in reality" and not - as usual - only
on television. I would like to describe the most important events
of this day.....
At 6.40 am I woke up - and I was instantly awake because I knew
which day it was! At school I couldn't think and talk about
anything else but the concert, that was to happen later today.
The 4 lessons went by very fast. The homework was finished by me
before I came home at the bus station.
My best friend Monika wished me good luck for Dortmund, so that I
could come to the very first row of the audience and manage to
shake the hands of Georg and his guys. Let's see.....
Sabine and I talked about when I was going to come to her. I
wanted to be there at 1.45 pm.
Back home, after lunch, I started to dress and prepare myself
SAILOR-like, while I played the SAILOR LP "Trouble"
over and over again. Afterwards I was satisfied with the outfit
that I had chosen: Black trousers, a blue-white striped shirt and
a black neckerchief, it all matched very good. Then I quickly
combed my hair, that looked very good this day, which didn't
happen so often. Finally I took my anchor-earrings and my black
leather-jacket, which was very "in" at that time. The
perfect outfit! My mother didn't expect me to leave so early and
wished me a nice and not dangerous evening. The worried one!
I took my handbag and the plastic bag including the letters and
presents for SAILOR and went to Sabine by bus. The sun was
burning and soon my black clothes became hot. When I arrived at
Sabine's place she had also gotten ready, so we only packed a few
things and then took off. We reached the Langendreer railway
station, because we had to go to Dortmund by train. Sabine's
mother had agreed to pick us up on the way back.
I cursed; because of all the hurry I had forgotten my SAILOR
autograph-card at home, what should cause some trouble later
today. And I was also angry because I didn't take a camera with
me, but not because I didn't have one myself - another friend of
mine owned a pocket-camera, but she wasn't allowed to give it to
me, and Sabine, who owned everything that a teeny could wish for,
had forgotten her camera at home when we left. What a shame!
SAILOR were inside my head all the time now. I had all kinds of
strange fantasies. I wondered how they were going to look in
reality. Even if I couldn't take any photos.
In Dortmund we spent the time in all the different shops and
boutiques - especially in record stores - waiting for the evening
and the concert. But after a while I couldn't walk any more. We
ate French-Fries and then went to the "Westfalenhalle".
The concert was to start at 8 pm, and now it was just 4 pm, but I
was too impatient to walk through any more shops. I only wanted
to get to the concert hall. So I hurried Sabine out of the record
stores in which we had been looking for SAILOR, Queen and similar
stuff (Sabine was a passionate Queen-fan), and we were lucky
because there was a tram-station from which we could go directly
to the Westfalenhalle....
When we arrived I couldn't think of anything else than how the
SAILORs might be "in reality". Soon we could see the
"Westfalen"-halls. Sabine quickly went closer to them,
while I followed her carefully. It was exasperating - where was
this hall number 2? There we discovered it in front of us.
I had expected not to meet anybody else here yet, but I was
wrong. Two girls were waiting in front of the hall. Sabine and I
looked at them as suspiciously as they looked at us. Both of them
had come from Wesel to Dortmund. The one, taller than the other
and obviously the funny one of them, was a blonde beauty, who
introduced herself as Gerti - and who kept on talking all the
time (a real "Schnabbelschüssel" A note from MARINERO:
no way to translate this ;-)). The other one, calmer - was no SAILOR-fan; she
liked "Sweet" - was 14 - just like Gerti - and
sceptical concerning SAILOR. But Sabine and I liked her more than
the "Schnabbelschüssel". But that didn't really matter
- I thought it was great that there already were some other
people. Sabine and I decided to take a walk around the hall and
took a seat on a bench. Sabine told me that she envied me because
I would soon be able to see my favourite band live on stage. She
hadn't seen "her" Queen live yet. I replied that she
would surely be able to see Queen soon, for sure.
When Sabine and I returned to the hall there were much more
people than before, also two other "girls". This time
they were a blonde beauty with curls and a little
"flea" with an anchor on her cheek. Both of them wore
striped shirts so that it was obvious where they wanted to go.
They came from a town which we didn't know - Verl, wherever this
was.
5.10 pm. About 30 people were already waiting in front of the
hall. Sabine and I went back to the
"Schnabbelschüssel". We started talking; she also
liked Georg very much, just like myself. She also told me a
couple of new things - e.g. that Georg had fake curls in his hair
and so on. This girl then got on everybody's' nerves with all her
long stories.
A strange dark-haired girl, who stood next to us, was whispering
something about how much she liked Georg all the time. Yes, the
true fans were all in the same situation. When we couldn't stand
the "Schnabbelschüssel" any longer, Sabine and I went
away and got closer to one of the smaller doors. Next to us was a
huge security-guy with a huge belly. Behind him I discovered the
poster announcing SAILOR's tour once again. I looked at it and
sighed. Would it belong to me later tonight? Now a lot of people
were coming from all sides. Some real crazy fans had painted
anchors on their left and right cheeks, wore sailor's caps and
striped shirts. Totally SAILOR-like. Suddenly Sabine said to me:
"Well, what would you do if THEY would pass us by with their
car right now?"
"Stop it!" I told her, because that was the last thing
I needed now. What was that? In this moment a yellow Mercedes
with a licence-plate from Düsseldorfer was slowly driving past
the bigger and bigger growing audience. This Mercedes, which
stopped about 10 or 12 meters away from us while the engine was
still running, was completely new, very noble. "I would
start laughing if that was them", I heard Sabine say once
again.
I was just about to give her my final answer, when I suddenly
wasn't able to give any answer at all any more! Because I was
looking into a familiar face which was curiously looking into our
direction through the window of the Mercedes. The face belonged
to a blonde guy with a funny smile. I recognized that guy because
of his nose and his glasses; there was no doubt: it was Henry
Marsh!
Would Sabine believe this now? Yes, she did, because I heard her
giggle silently while she shook me: "Hey, I think I've seen
this guy, Henry!" So I hadn't dreamed it! And so we stupidly
began to stare into Henry's direction. Four people were in the
car in addition to the driver. SAILOR!? Could this be true?
In this moment a dark haired guy who sat next to the driver, also
turned his head into our direction. Sabine sighed in a shocked
way, and I was even more speechless. We saw a green jacket, a
charming face with a brand new hair dress - and the face was also
smiling at us through the Mercedes-window: Phil Pickett?
Yes, it really was Phil! But he quickly turned away again. Maybe
he was shy. Sabine and I looked at each other without talking and
then stared back at the car and the possible and impossible
people inside. Strangely enough, only the two of us seemed to
have noticed what was happening, because we were standing a bit
away from the others. How big would the chaos be if the others
noticed the Mercedes as well and realized who was sitting
inside!? Better not think about that!
It all seemed so unreal that none of the others became curious or
attracted. Sabine and I were rather calm and checked out the
situation. And the situation was terrible. "Third time is a
charm", I thought to myself, until I tried to get back to my
senses, while Sabine whispered: "I would like to know
whether Georg or Grant are in the car too!"
"Be quiet!" I tried to say with a smile, but then I was
totally shocked. Wearing a black jacket and a tie to a white
shirt, looking very nice with dark sunglasses HE was now looking
out of the car window: Georg Kajanus. For sure. Now we knew who
it was.
But now Georg wasn't there in our imagination, no - he was real,
just like the two others! I started to feel sick. It was
unbelievable! Georg looked at the two of us, a bit strange but
nice at the same time. He looked kind of serious. Sabine watched
all this and worriedly looked at me and then back to Georg again.
It seemed as if he was flirting with us. But why not?
Sabine was flabbergasted as well. And then: Suddenly the driver
of the car - a funny looking, thin guy - got out and walked to
our thick security-guy. The highlight followed: Silently - but
Sabine and I could hear it in spite of this - he whispered into
the ear of the security-guy: "Here are the musicians!"
Somehow the two guys seemed to ignore us completely, although we
were standing quite close to them, not like SAILOR in their
Mercedes.
Sabine and I exchanged frightened looks. We could hardly believe
it, but it happened right in front of our eyes - but the truth
was shocking!! Meanwhile I was still looking at Georg, who still
looked at the surroundings in a nice way - mostly into our
direction. Of course he had to look interested; as he could see
all the fans who were waiting in front of the hall quite well.
When the car stood there and nobody else watched it, Sabine told
me: "Come on! Get yourself an autograph!" "I - I
can't! I said while trying to smile, although I would have loved
to run to the Mercedes. Sabine didn't stop. "Why can't you
do it? Come on, get yourself an autograph!" "No,"
I moaned shyly, "I don't dare to do it, honestly - and I
don't even have a photo they could sign. Damn!" "That
doesn't matter". I couldn't to argue Sabine out of it,
"You have a piece of paper, and they will surely have a pen
in their glove compartment!" Could anyone believe this? What
did this woman want me to do. Even if this was THE chance - I was
much to scared, and that was it. I had seen that the small
"flea" from Verl had two autograph-cards. I could have
bought one from her quickly - and then? Then everybody else would
have noticed it too, would have gone mad, and SAILOR would have
been angry! Or did they expect something like that? I didn't know
it. I didn't know what they would think about a coward like me,
who didn't even dare to fetch an autograph, either! In this
moment I couldn't do or say anything. I was paralysed. Sabine
could say whatever she wanted - it was like a ban that couldn't
be stopped. But I still kept on looking intensely at the car, in
which Georg Kajanus was constantly watching us, too. It was like
heaven; but then the car had to drive to the dressing rooms, as
we heard. What a shame. That was a special experience for a
sensitive SAILOR-soul like myself. I couldn't cope with all that
had just happened, and then there was the next highlight: Another
car was coming, dark red, a VW van, and the opening act, the band
Smith & D'Abo, were inside, accompanied by - Grant Serpell !!
The VW caused more attention than the Mercedes; but the fans
stayed calm, not a single girl started screaming. I was totally
enthusiastic, but I tried to stay calm. Not even Sabine was to
notice my feelings, I decided.
After this, Sabine and I returned to the other fans. During the
following minutes I noticed that a new girl from Hagen had a
large "G" on her scarf. She reacted rather unfriendly
when Gerti asked her, for whom the "G" should stand. My
head began to get clear again. But that was still too much:
Because all of us who were standing here and who hadn't known
each other before - I sadly noticed - didn't really like each
other! Somehow we all seemed to be rivals - one person wanted to
know more about SAILOR than the next one, one loved Georg or
Henry or Grant or Phil more than the others. The things we seemed
to have in common, the talks - all just smattering. But it was
good to experience something like this. That was life.
In the meantime I started to freeze. It was cold, in the middle
of October, in spite of my leather-jacket. More and more people
joined us, they kept on coming from every direction like magic. I
was happy because it would surely become full, but I also
wondered where we would be seated in the end. I was afraid
because I wanted be as far in the front as possible to see Georg
and SAILOR, and then of course because of my letters and presents
for the SAILOR-boys. I was really afraid because many people had
bought tickets for 20 DM and I had only paid 16 DM. Yet another
rivalry-fight, I thought. And the doors weren't even open yet.
That was going to be exciting!
It became fuller and fuller, the fans got hysterical and
impatient. Some tried to look inside the hall to see one or the
other SAILOR. When a security man inside the hall was just
walking up the stairs and some fans saw him, the "small
one" from Verl started shouting: "Georg, Georg - I have
just seen Georg gesehen!" And all the others also started
shouting. But no! They had only seen one of the security guys. A
short time later something similar happened because of Henry. So
the mood remained very tensed. Finally some guys opened the box
office. Everybody was running to the box office because there had
just been coupons for the tickets so far. When I had finally
received our tickets I noticed that our seats unfortunately were
further at the back! What a shock! I would never sit down there,
that was sure! Sabine neither! Of course we HAD to be somewhere
else! More and more security guys appeared inside the hall and
watched what was happening outside. At about 7.15 they finally
opened the main doors! We ran inside. It was as if the whole
world was running to a place were something was for free. Inside
the concert hall there were refreshments and lots of mirrors,
where people could fix their dishevelled and frozen looks. I was
more than comfortable with myself, yes, I thought I looked really
good that night. That had a special reason, and I beamed with joy
- when I wanted to see my boys on stage I just HAD to look good!
For sure.
First, Sabine and I got ourselves something to drink. Then we
checked out the concert hall. There were so many people that we
wondered, what seats we might get. We also searched for posters
or other stuff from SAILOR that they might be selling, but there
wasn't anything like this. I still wanted to have one of those
concert posters, maybe just take one from the wall, but I didn't
do it yet. At 7.40 pm Sabine and I finally went back into the
hall again. It was so full inside! We hectically looked for our
seats. We found them, oh my god - some people were already
sitting there. First they reacted angrily, but then they told us
that they had first been in the 34th row and decided to go
further to the front, and that we should try this too, so we told
them that they could stay and tried to do the same. Let's see if
this was going to work! I mean, if all the others did this, we
could do it too....
At first we went to the 16th row. Sabine had to go to the toilet.
Me too. When we came back into the hall I didn't want to go back
to this terrible 16th row any more. So we went to the 9th row.
There the sight was great, but Sabine didn't like it yet. It was
still too far away from the stage. Soon we found ourselves in the
6th row - where we stayed.
I got more and more excited - I would take Sabine's right arm and
hold on to it to calm myself down. Sabine was nervously sitting
on her chair too. All the time I would look at my letters that
would soon reach their destination. I still had to think of how
Georg had looked at us out of the Mercedes, as well as Phil and
Henry. And in my thoughts I saw the little presents that I had
put into the letters for Georg and the others, which I would
throw up on the stage in my unlimited adoration and love. What
would they think of this?
At about 8.05 pm the show started. The opening act Smith &
D'Abo started to play. Their performance was super-great. In the
meantime there war a chaotic mixture including cafés and
strip-bars, cables, two drumkits - one from Smith & D'Abo -
behind them on the stage. And some bright disco-ball lighted the
scene. Later the chaos disappeared.
Smith & D'Abo left the stage at about 8.30 pm. Now the set
was changed. What were Sabine and I to do in the last minutes?
But I didn't want to get myself one of the concert posters that -
I thought - were still hanging at the entrance, yet. But when I
had bravely reached the door in order to get a poster - some
other fans had already taken them. What else had I expected? What
a shame.
The final SAILOR-audience of the evening consisted - read and
believe it- mostly of adults. that means people OVER 21. couples
and several groups of boys and men. Then the female fans
followed!!
My sadness because of the poster disappeared when I came back to
Sabine who proposed to change the seats one more time because she
had seen two vacant seats in one of the very first rows. Right
behind a group of boys, from which one - what a coincidence -
owned on of the concert posters. So our final seats had changed
to the 3rd row on the right. Sabine had agreed to this final
change just for me. Lucky us! - And others did just the same, so
that there was a big movement in the whole hall. Others preferred
to remain standing or get close to the stage, what wasn't
officially allowed and kept the angry security people busy. The
boys in front of us introduced themselves as Scottish soldiers
from Soest "near the Moehne-See". It was funny and
strange for Sabine and me to discover their accent and guess
whether they were from Holland or England. If we hadn't asked
them we would have thought about it forever! Just when we were
about to start to talk about SAILOR, English and the city Bochum,
which the guys didn't know, the lights went out!
Now it started! It was quarter to nine.
My heart was beating up to my throat: I knew what was going to
follow. I looked at Sabine as if this was my execution.
"Don't panic", was the last thing I heard from her,
before she - like myself and everybody else in the full concert
hall - listened to the announcer who said: "Meine Damen und
Herren - heute Abend live hier in Dortmund - hier sind -
SAILOR!!!".....
In this moment I felt as if I was going to explode. The curtain
opened. Something white or bright was visible in the dark. I
thought that I had to be Georg's shirt. And then the lights went
on, while I was staring at the stage like mad: The stage was
lighted in all humanly possible colours, on which the Nickelodeon
stood on the left side with lots of red and yellow lights. Of
course the café and strip-bars were now used as the
stage-background. A big palm tree stood behind Grant's drums. On
the right side next to Georg there was a streetlamp, and behind
him a half-opened jalousie with a hardly dressed girl.
I saw SAILOR in reality and not through a camera. And then I saw
Georg as the first one of them. He was really wearing a white
shirt, dark trousers and a black neckerchief. On his head he had
his dark sailor's cap. I thought I saw that he didn't wear an
anchor on his left cheek, like on the TV shows, for the first
time. Henry, who stood on the left side at his beloved
Nickelodeon, wore a black jacket, which he would take off later,
white trousers and a red neckerchief that advantageously
completed his outfit. Instead of the panama hat he wore a black
hat. Philly Pickett, further on the right with his bass, looked
funnier than all the others. He had a huge earring on his right
ear which was shining like mad. With his kerchief he looked like
a charwoman (but for sure his outfit was to resemble a pirate)! A
shirt with frills, black-cord-trousers and a red scarf around the
hips also decorated the lovely boy. And last, but not least -
Grant, or what I could see of him: A white sailor's cap, a black
shirt, which underlined his unbelievable brownness - how on earth
was that guy doing that? Then I noticed that Grant was wearing
white trousers and white shows. All this happened just within the
first few seconds of the boys' concert. I listened carefully and
wondered with which song they would start. But this was the
beginning of a song I didn't know yet, I noticed piano-sounds
with the familiar rhythm, and I liked it immediately. Then Georg
began to sing.
I stared at the stage like under a charm and couldn't believe
that I was experiencing this here and now. It still seemed like a
dream. The song was called "One Drink Too Many", which
I got to know later, - and it was sweet! I was taken aback
because it seemed as if the four of them were each playing just
for themselves at the beginning. The looked serious and
concentrated. The loudness and acoustic in the hall was not too
bad. Now I looked at each of the guys. Georg seemed shy and
unsure; obviously he needed some time to "warm up".
Grant didn't care about what was happening around him; he played
his drums in a clear and experienced way. Phil, the little
whirlwind, wasn't so relaxed either. He concentrated on his bass.
And Henry seemed to be happy to be at the Nickelodeon because it
helped him to overcome the first insecurity. The didn't seem to
know what was expecting them here in Dortmund. But even now the
audience was enthusiastic. When the first big applause came,
Georg's face lit up visibly. I didn't know the next song they
played either, it was called "Give Me La Samba". And
now it was Georg, who - although a bit shy - smiled at the
audience. I looked at Sabine who looked very impressed. Also Phil
and Henry were relieved and started to smile at the audience.
Grant did the same. It was so wonderful. After "Give Me La
Samba" the last ice between the band and the audience had
melted, and the band looked relaxed and happy because of their
good start. Then it was Georg who cleared his throat, laughed and
said: "Guten Abend, meine sehr verehrten Damen und Herren,
wir freuen uns, heute abend hier bei Ihnen zu sein!" I
looked at Sabine in shock. He had done his first announcement
like a newsreader. In German! "German, Sabine -
German!" I shouted and shook my friend in enthusiasm,
"HE speaks German!". Sabine smiled widely and said:
"Yes, yes Ursula - he's just in front of you!" and I
turned back to the stage. It had been German without any accent!
I was taken aback. Then Georg explained that SAILOR meant
"Matrose" in German. "Let's go back to English
now..." Georg said in his usual manner, "the first
songs we sang were from our new album 'Third Step'. The song
we're gonna sing now is one you might remember - One, two
three...." He started to play, but in a much more relaxed
way. It was the beginning of "The Old Nickelodeon
Sound". Wow! And they did it even better than on the record.
We all moved our arms in the air, and Sabine said with an
enthusiastic laughter: "I think I'm becoming a
SAILOR-fan!" I looked at her in surprised; what was that
special thing about those guys? Well.... After this song there
was a loud applause. SAILOR were very happy.
Then Georg got away from his microphone and tuned his guitar.
Henry came to the microphone and - having taken his jacket off -
said: "Is there a girl who would like to come on the stage
naked?" Shocked noises in the hall. I noticed how Georg and
Phil were smiling at each other; Georg couldn't help laughing.
Grant was also laughing behind his drums. Henry made faces,
looked at his watch and said: "Please hurry - we don't have
so much time!" Now there was laughter and the first rows of
the audience too. After a little while Henry said: "Thank
you - we have found a girl - the others can get dressed again!
And", he added, "here's our girl!" In this moment
a picture of an almost naked girl was shown on a huge screen.
Everybody laughed. Georg looked at the painted, nearly undressed
girl on the picture in rapture. Then Georg turned to the
audience, still laughing, and said that the next song was going
to be "Josephine Baker". When this song started I
looked at the four of them closely again. Even from about 8
meters away Georg looked better than on TV; he was so charming
and polite, a little naive, but also a bit like a dare-devil.
Phil seemed to be the funny one, he was friendly, sweet and very
open. He obviously wore make-up. Grant was totally different, he
looked as if eh had just returned from a Mallorca-holiday and he
didn't need make-up. Very brown, with very white teeth - that's
how he positioned himself behind his drumkit. Grant was a very
thin guy, but nice and charming, as ever. I had always thought
that Henry was thinner than Grant, but I was wrong. Henry was a
little stronger and thicker than him. Henry's face was attractive
and smart, his temperament funny. Henry was paler than everybody
else in the band; he looked like a living shroud. In other
respects Henry Marsh seemed snobby and cosily-sarcastic in
comparison to Grant, who seemed serious and discrete. Later I
would discover more about the four of them.
SAILOR played "Josephine Baker" better than on the LP,
too, it was faster, and they got a huge applause. Soon there were
the first "Champagne"- and "Girls"-shouts
became hearable in the audience. But SAILOR continued their set
and started "Blame It On The Soft Spot", which also
sounded different than on the record. A long intro, that didn't
seem to stop, was what we all liked - oh yes! - and in the end
the whole audience was singing along! It was marvellous! I was
surprised about this concert.
After SAILOR had finished "Blame It On The Soft Spot",
which left us all into ecstasy, Georg had to tune his guitar one
again. Then it was Henry's big moment, as he was to announce the
next song, an instrumental piece in which Georg played the
Charango. With a light smile he went to the microphone and
announced "something very special": "And
now..." he looked at Phil in a daffy way, "our Philip
is going to play the Guitarron" - while Phil looked a bit
strange - because of the "Philip" - but then started
laughing again as he picked up the huge Guitarron. Then Phil went
next to Henry, who continued to explain: "And our handsome
Georg....!" he made a funny gesture to Georg who made a
bemused grimace and left Henry smiling again. "Yes - our
handsome Georg....!", Phil repeated with the same gesture
and looked at Georg longingly. Georg didn't look at any of them
again and took his Charango. "And our handsome Georg",
Henry said once again - but then he let out a funny scream that
made everyone in the concert hall laugh.
"Our handsome....." - there it was again! The audience
couldn't stop laughing! Even Grant couldn't help it and had to
laugh loudly. One last zime Henry tried to make his announcement,
this time with success. "And our handsome Georg is going to
play his little Charango". He said it silently, but the
audience had to laugh again, when they realised the difference of
the size of Charango and Guitarron. Now Georg was smiling too.
And then they played the long-announced instrumental song. The
lights on stage seemed to go crazy during this song. The
instrumental was a fast, sweet song that had also been written by
Georg. He was still smiling and he obvioulsy had a lot of fun
playing the Charango!
Then Phil and Georg went closer together and played like mad!
They really got crazy on stage! When this song was finished, the
applause didn't seem to stop. No Henry was back at the
microphone. Henry, the funny one, smiled (but when didn't HE
smile?!) and looked at Grant and Georg. Georg had picked up his
guitar and looked at Henry in a funny way. Phil had meanhwile got
rid of the Guitarron and returned to his bass. Henry used the
time agaon for some jokes with the audiencen. He looked at the
audience. Thousands of flashs hit the stage. He didn't seem to
like it. Or did he? He laughed at the photographers and said:
"Would you please give me your cameras?" One again the
audience laughed. What did he want? Cameras? But I should have
expected this.... "Of course I need cameras!"
"What does he want?" I looked at Sabine, who looked as
confused as myself, and laughed. "Of course," Henry
didn't seem to understand the people who didn't understand him,
"in Panama you need cameras!"
That was it! Georg started "Panama" again with
"One, two, three...". EVERYBODY in the hall seemed to
sing along. Everybody seemed to know the lyrics. Georg tried to
hide his sweet smile when he noticed that. The lyrics were not
G-rated, but who cared? When the instrumental part of
"Panama" started, Georg left the micophone and looked
at the stage-set, palm-tree and the girls in the window behind
him; he had turned around and presented his nice back to the
audience! Not bad!
When "Panama" was over the hall was filled with
applause that seemed to last for 10 minutes. Of course it didn't,
but it seemed like this, - so incredible was the enthusiasm of
the audience. Then SAILOR performed another song without
announcing it, it mostly consisted of Georg's guitar and the
Nickelodeon - another instrumental song. I listened carefully,
just like during the songs before. I was on another planet, in
another world - wherever! But now and here was my home. Again and
again I stared at Georg and the others. But then I became afraid
of my own courage, that I might go closer to this stage. But I
had wanted it. Only - how could I do it?
I had also told Sabine about the letter to the four guys, and she
had encouraged me that I would manage to get to the front without
any problems. No matter if I was shyness or not - I couldnt
sit still on my seat any longer. I had to go to the front, no
matter how! Sabine understood, nodded, and I got up. My friend
was still right next to me, carrying my handbag and my jacket. I
took the letters with me in the bag. We looked at each other. It
had to be now. I had to go to the front without running into one
of the security guys who had strictly sent all the other people
who had tried it before back to their seats. Sabine whispered
something like: Come on, you can do it and Im going
to help you!" Well said, I thought to myself. And when the
instrumental song was over, my difficult work started. I slowly
went to the front with the letters in my hand, passing
photographers, the amazed audience and distracted secrurities. I
stopped and turned around. Where was Sabine? She was placidly
standing a few metres behind me and gave me signs, telling me to
go on
Ok, I did it, while Georg announced the next song. "And now
we're going to sing about two girls who look for love and romance
- on a corner. Just 'Two Ladies On The Corner', which is another
track of our new LP!" Again a brand new, unknown song that
they performed here! I really liked the song. Phil and Henry sang
through a kind of pipe , which sounded fantastic. I got closer
and closer to the stage. Metre for metre. And there was one of
the securities who, just like the audience, was listening
ecstatically to the songs and gazed at the show. I hesitated and
watched the guy full of fear. Would he send me back? Oh god no!
Just the opposite - he grimaced and said: Well, come on and
go to the front, I dont care!" That was the highlight
I was astonished, but instantly did what he had ordered and
continued to make my way to the front. My face was burning, my
head was buzzing with excitement. I had never done anything like
this before. And then I had reached my aim, the edge of the
stage. The securities didnt seem to care about the fans who
stood close to the stage any more, because more and more people
were standing there mow. Right next to the stage, to the right of
the aisle , I spotted a free place. Then I suddenly realised that
I was only about one metre away from my favourite band! Was I
afraid? Oh my god! My face was still hot, but my hands were cold.
Deep inside I was glowing with excitement. And now I was able to
gaze at all the four SAILORs really close right next to
the huge loudspeakers next to the stage. Georg was looking
fantastic! Different than from a distance, different than on
television. Better. His eyes were so deeply blue, and he rolled
them around quite often. Georg was unshaved, a bit at least. He
seemed frisky like a schoolboy and at the same time wicked like a
sailor. Perfect. Once more bewitched, I stayed at my place. I
didnt cream with excitement, didnt wave my arms in
the air, didnt have any ambitions to lose my containment,
like others maybe. Why should I? All of my feelings and thoughts
were happeneing where they belonged: In my heart and in my head.
The next one I saw was Phil he wore a lot of make-up, what
was really unnecessairy because of his pretty face: Lipstick, eye
shadow nothing was missing. Phil also looked better than
on television. He looked really great! His eyes were icy blue.
Henry was charming and likeable, wore hardly any make-up in his
face, what was absolutely ok. Grant, well, some more wight on his
hips might have been good for him he was so very thin, but
not unattractive. He wore blue eye shadow, and his eyes were blue
too. Grant had the fatherly charm that I had always loved about
him. Then "Two Ladies On The Corner" was finished.
Henry went back to the microphone, smiled at Georg and then
announced the next song: "Now we want to sing somthing that
you might know," he said recklessly (Henry seemed to be a
perfect actor). "Something", he went on, "that was
played in a couple of discothecs, that you might have heard on
the radio, and that you might even have bought as a record!"
That rogue! I checked my watch and realised that it was 9.30 pm
already. Then I looked back at the stage. Which " decent
Song" was Henry announcing? "Watch out, listen
carefully maybe you regognize the song!" Without
saying anything mor they started to play Girls, Girls,
Girls!"
This song had been my very favourite song for nearly half a year!
And who did not know it? Joker! Phil didnt have to do so
much work at his bass, instead he walked around on the stage,
teasing people. He also went to Georg, watched his hands while he
was playing, and then his penetrating Scorpio-view discovered
some girls who were standing next to the stage, adoring their
SAILORs. I think Phil liked blonde girls or women he was
close to them immediately! He waved, telling them to come close
to him and talked to them, what ended in an enthusiastic palaver
with them which ended with lots of waving and handshakes. The
girls then went away from the edge of the stage as if they had
been kissed by a prince, and trickster Phil enjoyed it.
SAILOR did "Girls" really great! I had expected them to
do it as an encore and not right in the middle, but that was ok!
I stood right in front of them, more and more bewitched,
metamorphosed, still shy, but I had the power not to run away.
"Girls" got a frenetic applause that got louder with
every gigantic song from SAILOR. All four were happy about their
success and let the audience know how they felt. Then Henry
suddenly appeared with xylophone in his hand and made an
announcement for the next song.
"And now", he cheeky joked into the microphone,
we want to sing about a man who gets his money from light
girls! He looked at Georg who was smiling. Henry continued:
"You will surely know a man like this....", and made a
short dramatic pause in order to wait for the audiences
reaction. "A pimp!" someone was shouting from the right
side of the front row. Everyone started laughing, me too. And
then Grant, Georg and Phil got next to Henry and oh my god
performed the next song right in front of me on the
stage... Oh my god! Now I was able to check out each of them
closely: Henry seemed so cute as he was standing there with this
xylophone and started to sing, Phil, whose face now looked like
the one of a baby, started singing too. Wow, this guy was so
charming! Henry stood on the left, then next to him Phil, Grant
and Georg. Each of them sang one verse of this unknown,
marvellous song!
At first Henry, who had a strange but nice voice, then Phil with
his unusual sounding voice! Grant was nexz, whose voice was just
the oposite to Phil's, very deep. And Georg - well, we already
knew his voice of course. I had never expected the four of them
to be so nice, as they were standing there, right in front of me,
singing. None of them seemed unfriendly or arrogant. They were so
sweet! My fear was gone. I couldn't stop looking at the four
guys, especially not at Georg, and I started wondering when I
would be able to give them my letters and my presents, whether to
throw them onto the stage or give them to them directly! When the
band had finished the song about the strange pimp - I really
liked the naughty lyrics as well as the melody - it got very darf
in the concert hall. While Georg put his guitar aside, Henry went
back to the microphone and started smiling again, while he
announced the next song.
"Hey, you!" Henry shouted to the roadies, "can you
help us to turn the sun into the moon?" No answer. "Oh
well!" Henry look disappointed. "Then we'll do it
differently." He turned to the audience. "Can you help
us to turn the sun into the moon?" Of course we could! And
so everyone was shouting aloud "YEEEES!". "I'm
counting to three", Henry said, "and then we will do
it!". We all counted together with him. Three seconds later
the sun in the stage set had disappeared and a moon had risen!
The stage was lit in a strange dark red. "May we
introduce...", Henry pointed at Georg and his harp,
"the Veracruziana! It is important for our next song!"
And so they began to play. Insider-fans knew of course that this
was going to be "Jacaranda". A fascinating instrumental
piece, played by Georg on his harp. "Jacaranda" sounded
just like on the record. SAILOR were a super live-band, no
mistakes, the voices fantastic - some songs were even better than
on the records. A loud applause followed at the end of this song.
SAILOR thanked the audience. Then the lights went on again. I
remained right in front of the boys in the front row. Phil took
his guitarron, and for the second time the audience laughed.
Georg went next to him.
"Ladies and gentlemen", Georg said, "Mr. Phil
Pickett with his guitarron!" Mr. Pickett laughed. The four
of them seemed to enjoy everything, and it was unnecessary to say
that they were really good friends. Phil sang this sad song
together with Georg, which dealt with an unhappy love. I still
don't know the title of the song, but they did it great.
"And now I want the lights to go out!" Georg suddenly
said. I looked around me; no it was completely dark! What were
they up to? "Is everybody there?" we heard Georg ask
through the darkness. "Yeeeeeees!" everyone was
shouting. And then a small green spotlight illuminated Georg. He
then stared another new song. It was strange, sad, but really
great. It was called "Dancing" and really made me sad
too. Georg sang it adorably. Everyone in the concert hall started
to sway to the left and to the right, I could see that in spite
of the dark light. The only disturbing thing were the constantly
blinking flashlights from the cameras all around me. But of
course everyone wanted to take photos and get a memory of all
those fantastic events. Except me. Stupid. Grr.
"Dancing" also got a huge applause at the end.
The concert hall was illuminated again. Henry quickly announced
the next song and said: "I'm looking for a keyl!". He
sounded strange. Georg got closer to him and asked: "What
are you looking for, my friend?" "A key, so I can open
up the door!" He had said it in a confused way, but everyone
had understood him. "Open Up The Door" was to follow. A
song, oh my god - completely naughty! Everyone in the hall was
screaming and shouting when the four of them stared to play. Phil
stood right next to Henry now. He had left his bass-side of the
Nickelodeon and played four-handed together with Henry. I was
secretly hoping that he might look down at me, but nothing
happened. Oh well..... But should something like this happen, I
would never forget it....
While Georg was still singing "Open Up The Door" gab,
Phil suddenly got his "big 5 minutes" or something like
that. He was waving and jumping around. What was going on with
him? The applause of all applauses followed when "Open Up
The Door" was finished. Wow! More people joined me at the
edge of the stage. Girls with their friends, other alone like
myself. It was quite full. And now something funny was to follow,
if there was any possible kind of cumulativeness. Grant Serpell
had left his drumkit and got to the microphone at the front. He
smiled and welcomed everyone. He was such a nice guy! Georg had
left his place at the microphone and stood back, while he was
tuning his guitar. Grant's German seemed to be a bit bumpy, but
heartily and really sweet. "Wenn mein Deutsch nicht
besonders ist, müssen Sie das entschuldigen; ich bin Franzose -
und da kann man Englisch besser. Aber - ich wollte auch einmal
etwas sagen, und da habe ich mir eine kleine Rede für heute
Abend ausgedacht!" A speech? Well, what a surprise. Georg
smiled at Grant who continued to talk in German: "Mir
gefallt es hier sehr gut. Sie sind ein sehr nettes Publikum -
doch nun wollte ich meine Rede eigentlich halten!" He
searched his pockets, obviously for a piece of paper, but didn't
find it in the one pocket, nor in the other pocket, nor in the
ones at the back - oh my god, how many pockets did his trousers
have? - but he didn't find it. After an endless search he finally
found the piece of paper in his shirt, but when Grant wanted to
continue Georg tapped him on the shoulder and said: "Come on
Grant, we don't have enough time because we have to sing the
song!" He looked sad - well acted - and wanted to continue
with his speech! "But I wanted to....", but then he got
back behind his drums - while a huge applause accompanied him.
And then Grant Serpell looked into my direction for the first
time, to the fand who stood at this side of the stage. And he
looked straight at me. I returned an enthusiastic look and he
smiled back! Great! But the show wasn't over yet. "Do you
want to come with us?" Grant asked from behind his drumkit.
But the audience didn't quite understand what he wanted.
"Downtown!" Georg said, and then everyone understood
that "Let's Go To Town" was to follow, and I thought
that was really good. At the end of the song they would play
their instruments like mad! I went mad too and my hands were
completely red from clapping. That song was a good change after
all those dreamy songs before. After the applause Georg announced
that they were now going to play the last song of the evening,
having introduced the other SAILORs. I was shocked like all the
others in this moment!? They already wanted to leave after 80
minutes? That was impossible! Then I listened to what Georg had
to say. I thought that we could all hope for an encore - and then
my big moment might come, the moment when I wanted to throw my
letters onto the stage!....
Georg introduced all his colleagues. First Grant, then Phil and
Henry. Afterwards he introduced himself. All four of them
received an overwhelming applauset! I was so happy for my boys
because they received so much love and enthusiasm. Georg
announced the last song of the concert: "And now we want to
sing about a girl who likes to walk around in stiletto
heels!" It was "Stiletto Heels", and that was
their brand new song which would surely become a hit soon. Phil
started the song with his bass - and the whole audience joined
in!
Georg began to sing in an unequalled way. "Stiletto
Heels" was fantastic. Having finished it they disappeared
from the stage very quickly, to my disappointment. There was a
big uproar, people began shouting "Zugabe, Zugabe!" and
pushed and pressed. I was afraid of being squashed. In the
meantime the stage was lit dark red, which looked kind of eerie.
I had read that people usually got hysterical at the end of
SAILOR concerts, and I was afraid that I might experience the
same here. Everyone was shouting "We want more!",
everyone was screaming, pushing, shouting. Fortunately the
enthusiasm remained non-violent. After a short while and
"SAILOR, SAILOR"-shouts that did not die away - it
seemed like eternity for me - the four SAILORs returned to the
stage. The announcer behind the stage shouted once again:
"Here they are again: SAILOR!" and everyone joined his
shouting! My hands were cold and I was shaking. More and more
"Georg"-, "Phil"-, "Henry"- und
"Grant"-shouts came from girls and boys behind me. An
arrant blonde on my right tried to flirt massively with Phil, who
seemed to enjoy it. What the fans got away with! Oh well. When
the four of them were back together, Georg picked up his guitar
again. The other three guys went back to the drums, the
Nickelodeon and the bass and - without announcing it - started
"A Glass Of Champagne"! This was of course the
favourite songs of the audience, and they had waited long enough
for it to come. Everyone went nuts at the first few seconds of
the song. My moment had come. When this song was over I wanted to
throw my letters for the four guys onto the stage... in spite of
my giant fear.
I was fascinated and stared at SAILOR on the stage; no I was
feeling terribly sad because I didn't take a camera with me to
takje some photos of this dream-event. I could have made the best
photos, seriously!
I started thinking about my plan again, and I hoped that none of
the security-people would take my letters and presents away and
that SAILOR would see them at all. I had bought something for
each of them. Of course I wanted them to know how much they meant
to me.
I was still busy thinking about it, when I suddenly noticed that
a person was looking at me from the stage. Georg was standing
right next to me, playing a guitar-part of "Champagne",
and he looked straight into my face! First I thought that he
might mean somebody else, maybe some of thr girls behind me. But
no! When I turned around there were no girls behind me, only
three or four boys. And then I realised that it was me Georg was
looking at. Oh no! He smiled at me, a bit mechanically, but he
smiled at ME! At me and at nobody else in this moment! I was so
happy, nobody could imagine it! They were still playing
"Champagne", but it was the last instrumental part at
the end. I was still shocked from this eye contact, but my moment
for throwing the present onto the stage had come! I was just
thinking about throwing them - "Champagne" was just
finished - when somebody came close to me and reached for my bag!
A bit surprised at first I realised that it was Henry Marsh!
Henry was faster than Phil Pickett who was also heading towards
me in order to get my presents. I was confused, but it got even
worse when Henry didn't just pick up the bag with my presents but
also shook my hand, thet I squeased enthusiastically! What was
happening? While Henry smiled amd looked into the bag and the
applause for "Champagne" was still as loud as before
and Phil danced closely around Henry and my bag, I couldn't
believe my luck. They had got my presents. This calmed me down!
In this moment - I still waved my arms in the air and shouted for
Phil - he suddenly came closer to me and shook my hands - both at
the same time!! He smiled and looked at me as if we had known
each other for a long time. I was so excited! I would always
appreciate what Henry Marsh and Phil Pickett had just done, that
was for sure!
Henry looked at me, my presents in his hands, in a curious way,
before the four of them left the stage - this time with my
presents. I couldn't figure out what had happened so quickly. My
favourite musicians had touched my hands! Oh my god!
I couldn't believe it, tried to imagine what Sabine would say
when I turned around, but I couldn't see Sabine between all those
people any more. It didn't matter. More
"Zugabe!"-shouts followed, the people were
enthusiastic. The stage was lighted dimmly, I stood there and
couldn't say a word! None. No wild gestures, no "Zugabe,
Zugabe!", no names that I could shout. I was calm now and
starred to the stage, intrigued. And after a while the lights
went on once again. SAILOR came back and were celebrated like the
saviours.
There was hardly anything to add. The second encore was another
instrumental, which I didn't know. But a wonderful one, that I
really enjoyed. You hardly noticed how tired SAILOR must have
been from this night.
Now I wanted to know it: After things had started so well for me,
I wanted to shake the hand of the two others. I also discovered
the little "flea" from Verl and the
"Schnabbelschüssel" from Wesel quite close to me at
the front. Finally? Where had the two of them been for so long?
Full of expectations I spent the remaining heavenly time here in
front of the stage. The instrumental song was over, and I noticed
that Grant Serpell had also left his drums to thank the fans for
the great night, at the edge of the stage. He also started to
shake the hands of the fans. But Grant was still too far away
from me. I was terribly afraid and wondered what Georg would do?
- and then it happened! First he shook the hands of two girls who
had fought their way to the front, and then, yes it was my turn!
Georg bent down to me and gave me his hand, while he looked me
serioulsy in the eyes. I felt dizzy, but I had to be strong, no
please not! Oh my god... His hand seemed big and was hot from
playing the guitar, but it was soft. Georg held my hand for a
short moment of my life. Thanks god I was strong and didn't
behave like an insane teenie. No, I enjoyed this fabulous moment
calm and totally misty-eyed. But then it was over, just like a
short charn. Georg then of course turned to the other fans.
In spite of this - now was the moment for me. Before my knees
became even weaker I wanted to reach Grant's hand as well - and I
managed to shake it as one of the last fans whose hands he shook,
accompanied by his very nice smile. Grant was such a sweet guy,
unbelievable! But then all the four SAILORs left the stage, and
the concert was over.
Some people started to whistle and shouted that it was much too
short, but I could have listened to the band all night long
anyway! It was 10.20 pm. SAILOR had played for their fans for
more than 90 minutes. Tears nearly came out of my eyes, no, it
had all been to much for me! Like in trance I tremulously tried
to walk back to Sabine who stood several metres away from me at
the edge of the first row, waiting for me. "I touched the
hands of all four!" was the first and only thing I managed
to say cumbersomely, before I fexhaustedly fell into Sabine's
arms and remained there for a moment. She was happy for me and
wanted to know all the exact details later on. I was hardly able
to walk out of the hall, and I couldn't stop talking. Sabine
listened enthusiastically and also a bid jealous.
I front of the concert hall my head began to clear and I felt a
little stronger. The boys had make me weak! But it had been worth
it - and it would be worth it forever. Sabine's mother was
expecting us in the car near the hall and wanted to bring us back
to Bochum. Of course I didn't have anything else to do than to
talk about my endless love for SAILOR in a very enthusiastic way
during the whole drive.
I told Sabine that I never wanted to wash my right hand again,
what would not be possible, of course, because reality would have
caught me on the next day. But why shouldn't I be crazy just
once? At least I wasn't the only one. There were so many stories
from happy, enthusiastic fans. I never thought I could feel or
think like this myself - but I couldn't help it, I was blown
away.
I couldn't get any tour-poster, I never got to know what SAILOR
thought about my letters and present, but this concert had been
so fantastic, so great and marvellous, that I would never forget
it - neither my fantastic boys nor the whole 11th of Octocer
1976. I knew that.
After this concert I loved SAILOR even more, and I knew that I
would love them forever.
It was simply great.
Was there anything to add?
Ursula
Copyright by Ursula Porwollik
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