Earth calling.. Red

“So when exactly will we see it? Are you sure we got the time right? Will it be really visible? Will it be as big or much smaller? Will it be red? Is it for real or just another hoax?”
And while I stood on the roof waiting.. and waiting.. and staring at the clear sky, there was no sign of it.
And so the messages begin:
“Do you see anything from your place?”
“No it’s cloudy here; I rarely see the full moon but let me check again”
“Do you think I should take pictures? Hold on I’ll try one with my mobile”
“Maybe we are too early, maybe we should wait a while longer”


"hey, wait a second, zoom on the picture! what is that on the left of the moon? it sure looks round and big and different! is my mind playing tricks on me? could it be.. it? the red one?"

And on the messages go but no affirmative response, no certainty.. and it’s definitely getting late..

We must have been one of the many who were actually expecting the rare sighting that night. But nothing there. No luck for us tonight. Mars wouldn’t attend to his rumored appearance.
Nor did he ever plan to.. in what appears to be a hoax going on since 2003 with a large amount of e-mails and articles going around..
Well done guys, you sure got me going.. but no hard feelings! One can never get enough of "summer night sky watching". Besides, it gave me something interesting to do on a nostalgic Sunday night. C u soon Red

G for George M for Magic

I’ve been to quite a few concerts my whole life, seen a lot of my favorite singers, a lot of beautiful acts, great artists, and yet I thought I’ve more or less lived it all.. this, until very recently.. when I got to see the man himself.. George Michael.

George.. a man who’s songs I’ve linked my childhood to, grew up with, matured with, danced with, felt with..
Whether I go back to the 80’s when I was little or all the way up to the present day, I’ll always find a song of his that has touched me in one way or another. The voice, the lyrics, the music, the feeling .. I’m not sure what the elements are, but I do know this.. George has managed to remain as one of my favorite and most respected artists ever. A living legend.

It was a little before 10 pm and the lights in the OAKA Athens Olympic Stadium dimmed. Just a single note of the electric guitar was enough to make the crowd go completely mad and yet only a prelude to what was about to follow. “Did I dream you dreamed about me..”.. and the goose bumps begin while he opens with a beautiful rendition of Tim Buckley’s “song to the siren”, a lyrical masterpiece inspired by Homer’s Odyssey.

“Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."



Mesmerized and completely carried away, to say the least, as I cannot find better words to describe it.
While the thousands of people cheering didn’t leave any space for silence, he makes his first appearance on the stage (which as I should mention was located directly in front of us).. it is at that moment that I actually realized how the sacrifice of coming early to a concert to be on the front row had finally paid off.

Full of energy and charisma, a magnetic George begins the show with his up-tempo songs that have literally left no one standing still. An electrifying atmosphere prevails throughout the stadium with people singing accurately to every single lyric, dancing and even crying at times.

“Thank you for the 25 years” he says in Greek, in a generous yet modest approach of honoring his Greek roots. Little did he know, and much to his surprise, the Greek crowd didn’t leave this go unnoticed. “Giorgo, giorgo, giorgo” we shouted in reply, leaving him somewhat speechless and touched as he acknowledged that it was the first time in his whole life that a crowd had actually called him by his real name.
And then came the ballads, yes, the long awaited ballads, the ones that lifted us, that traveled us that touched us. Sounding better than ever, nothing less than a cd playing, George’s soulful voice carried us off our feet. “Please give us time” he sings in “Praying for time”, and we agree as we just couldn’t get enough of him. “Harry, I think I’m going to cry” says a girl to her boyfriend which is standing right beside me. And who can blame her really? The night was pure magic and the feelings were sometimes too strong to handle.


It’s fascinating how a man can really seize the whole stage, not to mention the whole stadium and do a 1-man-show / tour-de-force all on his own. A true artist and a professional performer yet he still manages to humbly approach us in an up-close-and-personal way.

There were many memorable moments throughout the show and it would take forever to mention them all, so I’ll just stick to the finale. Having sang his lost song, the crowd begs for the expected encore “Giorgo, Giorgo, Giorgo” we shout until he comes back on stage, but this time with a surprise for us. He carries the Greek flag on his back, making the stadium tremble from excitement in yet another approach to his roots and a “thank you” to his faithful crowd.

If there was one negative thing that I’d have to find to say, that would probably be that even after 2 hours of music, George has definitely left us wanting more.

Thank you for the magic George, thank you for sharing it with us.

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