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There is this nice little rhyme, which excuses some things - yeah well maybe - should excuse 'em... And that one says:
"the biggest enemy of mankind so - is certainly the alcohol. But in the bible it is thought, it is your enemy to get loved." 
hicks.... I haaavvveee sppppookkennnn  - and cheeeeeeeerrrssss.....
Well, there are some people, who take this rhyme for granted and take this love very seriously. And over all, if above of that, and some other unhealthy excesses and an affair with a supermodel you become a rockstar, then it can't be that much wrong can it?!
And all this, although Mr.Doherty never ever had a hitsingle yet, not with the Libertines, not with the Babyshambles and not by himself as a soloartist. - Despite this fact, you also can never be sure, whether he is really appearing on stage, when there is a date lined up. First when he really and visually stands up there, then he's there....

And he does so tonight here in Munich in the sold out Backstage Werk. Because even the first support act comes on, our drunky-junky stumbles across the stage and does some curious announcements into the mike. Wauw, - at least he's here... - but mind me, - still not sure, whether he'll be playing and singing then a little later....

I can't tell you a lot about the supportacts. Because those rather seem as fetched from far away and put up there, so there is at least anybody for a warm up. First of all there is a young lady (yeah well - lady is too posh for this girl) who is trying to animate the kids with a mixture of talk and rap singing - no instruments... But to be honest, this screaming get's quickly on my and other people's tits, and some of us prefer spending this minutes rather outside. Support no.2 is far better what's up to singing, and he's playing the guitar and harmonica. But with his funny hat and his sound, he seems like bob Dylan's heir. 45 minutes for that one, but it feels like 3 hours. And No.3. is also just singing and playing guitar, but his voice is as thin as cold coffee....

And now it's time for Pete - hicks....

the full red wine bottle is already waiting... and no it's not the stage wavering or even an earthquake, but it's the spirit from the bottle, taking care, that Pete is almost rollin' over... - hey be careful... he almost kisses the floor, but the again, he get's around  - hicks.... sooorrryyyy  and another zip from the bottle.... just to make sure....

Jesus wept!!! I have to confess, there in front in the photopit in such a short distance, I've been scared twice. Once, when Pete starts to choke, and I thought he's gonna puke next second. And the other, when I thought, he's going to lie down to sleep... But he doesn't in the end and holds on to his microphone. 

Also Pete is alone up there only with his guitar.. and the bottle. - Oh well, not quite... at some occassions two dances come up, to lighten up a bit the scenery. But what shall I say.. with each song and each glas of wine, he seems to live more up. Respect,  he does not forget any line of his lyrics and doesn't miss a single tune. Like I mentioned in the beginning, it is already half of a miracle, that he is actually up there righ now. , exspecially after he had taken care for a sligh scandal las nigh at the bavarian state radio, where he started to sing a Nazi hymn live on air. 
Tonight he is behaving fortunately and he manages up to 80 minutes and finishes off his Rioja wine and one pack of cigarettes. 

For the grand finale Bob Dylan's heir comes up again to join Pete. And 1.200 kiddies are enthusiastic about this nonstop drunk guy, whereby I can't understand this at all, why they find him so cool. But it is probably this drunk, wavering helpnessless and his innocent look, the hat, the scandals and bad press, which give Pete Doherty some sort of abstract exotic touch, pulling fans like motts the light. 
His music.... yes of course , there is quite a bit... only the big hit is missing.....

On the other hand, most important is, that he never runs out of alc.. and who knows, whether that one wins the game shortly over him.
so maybe it has been good, that we have come tonight to check him out. You never know, if there will be another time... 
Well, and now let's go home - but sober, as I luv my driving licence more than the Fata Morgana a.k.a. Pete Doherty -  cheers....

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