Just got back from the Zurich concert, and it was wonderful. Three years ago I promised myself that on the next tour I would come to Zurich and see Urs on his home territory. At the time I assumed it would be by train, as I’d never flown anywhere in my life (so I “practised“ by making a pilgrimage, ahem, by train… to Luzern and Willisau) but since then I’ve learned how to fly (Se que puedo volar…) by going to Madrid to see Carlos and then to Ireland for those wonderfully funny Killruddery concerts. I’m still chuckling that my Swiss Air flight here was … LATE. I wonder what Urs would say about that.
So here I am in Zurich, had a cruise on the lake this morning and am going up a mountain tomorrow morning, but none of those natural wonders can hold a candle to the other natural wonder Switzerland has produced (no, not chocolate). He was so happy tonight. He jumped in after David’s intro to Mama to dedicate the song in Swiss German to his mum, who was sitting quietly, in her lovely unassuming way, a few rows back. He also blew at least one kiss to her during the evening.
At one point Seb announced that Switzerland has produced two major celebrities. One was Roger Federer (Seb’s a great tennis fan, of course!) and the other was Urs! The ensuing ovation went on for hours … okay, several minutes anyway! There weren’t actually many standing ovations tonight, that’s not the Swiss way, but energetic and lengthy applause there was in abundance. You could tell how much it meant to him, and Seb slapped him on the back as they left after the final encore, bless him.
The evening began with the M&G, running very late as they all seem to have done. I was very tired after my boat trip and lack of sleep in the afternoon, so I forgot almost everything I was going to say to Urs, like “I’m going to see Nightwish here tomorrow” or “Sorry if I embarrassed you with that gloves question…” but I did remember to say, “Grüezi mitanand” (Hello everyone) to the guys and when he was impressed by that I managed, “Da müend mir Schwiizertüütsch rede.” (We have to speak Swiss German here!)
As David approached me with the rose and a grin that could span a continent, he said, “You are the most spectacularly dressed reverend I’ve ever met.” Heaving a sigh of relief that my latest collection of second-hand stuff from Ebay had hit the right note (at least I think it was a compliment) I said, “Oh, I love you too, David!”
At which point Urs obviously thought things had gone quite far enough and grabbed my waist, pulling me in between him and Seb. I wrapped my arm round him and was having a joke with Dick Meredith the tour rep as the camera clicked. “Oh no,” I yelled, “I was looking at Dick instead of the camera.” Raucous laughter all round (can’t think why … ) and the photographer kindly took another pic. It would be good to get both, but I doubt it!!
Before the concert I dashed along to chat to Jim, the crew member I’ve spoken to at several concerts. Apparently they’ll have a crew change for the American tour, and he’s off to tour with Lady Gaga after Lisbon. Bit of a difference! At the interval he came over to me with his spare crew shirt as a present, bless him, and a big kiss.
During the concert, David’s mic gave up the ghost during Passera and he went off stage to remedy it, leaving the others to get on with it, and there seemed to be a recurring joke after that, woven into some of the horseplay. David didn’t trip down the step in My Way, neither he nor Urs tried to lift each other, but Seb tried the Carlos curl, and we had the “You’re touching me” from Carlos. Both Seb and Urs whispered one line, not sure if that was another joke about David’s malfunctioning mic or some other inside joke.
Urs did all his intros in Swiss German, which was lovely, and we had the Swiss German nursery song about the little snail again (he sang it at one of the earlier concerts in Europe, can’t remember which) and I was able to join in this time, as did many of the locals.
During the M&G Hazel had pointed out to David that Andrew Lloyd Webber is now a Lord. “Oh, is that better than a sir?” he asked. So tonight he introduced Don’t Cry For Me Argentina with the composer’s correct title, and like a little boy trying to please teacher he paused for applause, which we happily gave him.
We danced for both LVSA and PQTME (it only needs a few determined people in the front row… Cheryl, Hazel and myself duly obliged) to get everyone going.
Met up with some lovely people, as usual … some old friends, some only known from the Forum or Facebook, and some totally new. One of my Swiss friends had won the M&G, which was great!
Absolutely shattered now, and got to get some rest in preparation for Uetliberg and Nightwish tomorrow.
Thank you, guys - I had a ball. See you in Salzburg in September.