“You never know what will happen but that’s part of the game,” those were my words which just might seem like a real prophecy for every Peter gig. This time again, history overtook music. The crowd was here as usual, circling the club’s front-door for hours begging to get in. But history was inside, when Peter punched Adrien (club’s AD) in the nose over a misunderstanding. After this, the show might have been canceled, and Doherty locked himself backstage with his friends.

Around 1.30 am, the reconciliation had taken place and the true fans (or just the most patient) were awarded: the gig was happening. The wait had only heightened the excitement, and when Peter started to play with his acoustic guitar, the crowd gathered around the stage, prepared for a phenomenal show. But, unfortunately, it just wasn’t meant to be.

After a good start and an excellent rendition of the Libertines “Can’t Stand Me Now”– he knew what people wanted–Peter reminded us that he’s just a man, and that’s its really hard to sing and play guitar while high, wasted, fucked-up as hell (not necessarily at the same time). He was clearly not able to play an entire song–when just standing up is a problem, it seems pretty natural–or just to play in rhythm with the drummer, and though the 1st part band singer tried to help him (holding his guitar, etc.), his efforts were in vain.

Ultimately, I’ll take away from this evening the image of Peter leaving the club, smiling, running and jumping down the street in front of the smokers, all incredulous at his flippant fickleness.

Pete Doherty & Adrien Wend