So I met Pete Doherty yesterday. I wouldn’t have believed it if anyone had told me a day before. I’ll try to explain everything that happened (I’ll do my best).
He was going to play a gig yesterday night at the BeCool club. Some people were waiting in line for the concert when I arrived. About ten minutes later, a rather old car and a white van stopped right in front of us. We supposed that the technical team were inside, but a minute later we saw signs of Pete in the car. He was sleeping. He woke up, got off the car and started walking barefoot, holding a big cushion and a multicoloured blanked. He entered inside the club, put some shoes on and came back outside. He asked me for a lighter. Suddenly, he felt sick. He just needed to sit down somewhere (after all, he had just woken up). Three young guys approached to him with a guitar. He ordered a coffe and played Music when lights go out. I sat down next to him and gave him a cigarette. Some other people from the line kept moving closer and for about 20 minutes everyone was standing around, taking photos. I didn’t move, just stayed put. He signed my Up The Bracket album and then had a look at the back cover and the old imagines from The Libertines era. He told me some of the stories behind the photographies. He said: “Oh man. Nostalgia is such a strange feeling. What a bunch of memories. I didn’t even remember half of these.” He looked so sad and vulnerable. Three hours later, he played almost every song the crowd required during the concert. When he paused between one song and another, the crowd started singing loud: “Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang-a-lang”. He smile, turned around and asked to her manager: “do you think I am ready to play What Katie Did? Yeah…why not”. But when we asked for What Became Of The Likely Lads, he begged: “Please don’t make me play this one. I can’t do that anymore. I’m sorry.”
That is what I love about him. He is normal human being, just like any of us. He was extremely nice, opened minded, down-to-earth and transparent. I am sorry for those who like big, unachievable Hollywood stars. They won’t ever experience such an amazing and lovely contact with their idols.
I love reading about when other people met pete because no one ever believes me or understand how nice and vulnerable and wonderful he really is until they meet him too