4/13/2007 10:55:00 PM
Picture this: you get on a local bus in Antwerp and stay on it for an hour
and a half. You observe an endless string of residential smalltowns and school
girls going home.
Then you get off. A kiosk, a Chinese restaurant, a gas station. And little
else. But look more carefully. In front of a small club you see a group of
die-hard gothic girls squatting with roadies. Welcome to Biebob Vosselaar!
I've often wondered how those gothic creatures always manage to pop up at the
right place at the right time. The 69 Eyes gig was the perfect way to descend
into Good Friday.
People are strange when you're a stranger.
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