By
Stella Aronis


I, like many other thousands of people, flocked to Atlantic City this
weekend for the very much anticipated Remos/Rouvas concert. I, like
many other thousands of people, were gravely disappointed.
The concert here in the states was a first for Sakis and if he was
intimidated by the Greek-American community it showed. Kudos to
Rouvas for sounding the same live as he does on his records, but
performance wise he fell flat. I expected high intensity, a little bit of
swagger and years of experience and confidence under his belt, but I
felt like I was looking at a rookie who came in fourth place on Fame
Story. To be honest, I cant say much more for Sakis' performance
considering most of the time he was on I spent taking funny pictures with
my friends, on the line of the woman's bathroom and in the bar lounge
smoking a cigarette listening to a far more entertaining American cover
band perform Play that Funky Music White Boy.
I feel myself being a bit too harsh on the fellow Kerkyreo so I will move to
Remos. To be quite honest he was the one that I really wanted to see. I
love Remos' music and was insanely excited to watch him perform them.
Of course above all I waited at the edge of my seat to hear him perform
my all time favorite Greek song, Filaraki.
I heard Rouvas announce that Remos was coming on. I quickly put out
my cig, ran over and put a couple of bucks in the bands tip jar (after all
they did keep me entertained) and nearly spilled my drink on someone I
was running so fast to get back to my chair. I stood up on my seat and
belted out numerous of Remos' songs as did everyone else with so
much passion and so much respect. Remos had the confidence, Remos
had the swagger, Remos also had the better songs. Monos Mou,
Tremo, Mi Feigis, to name a few. Songs about heartache, heartbreak,
love lost songs that everyone in the audience could relate too.
Time was passing and I knew the concert was coming to an end. I knew
that my song was coming up so I bought two measly bunches of
carnations that cost me $20, a small price to pay and placed them next
to the lighter that I was going to use once Filaraki came on. I was ready!
It was going to be as I imagined, when I would listen to the song over
and over again on my IPOD, listening to the audience in the
background knowing that one day, that audience would be me. I
wondered that if we sang backup better, if they would change it
altogether and use the Atlantic City live version from now on.
Then suddenly a faint melody came on that I know all too well. This was
it .. The intro! Remos called out Rouvas to help him on the vocals,
damn. Whatever I didn't care, just as long as I got to sing it. I started a
chant too, FILARAKI FILARAKI, and it slowly caught on amongst the rest
of the crowd. This was it and I want to share with you exactly how it went:
Rouvas: "Sto tilefono fovame na se pare na sou po poso monos niotho ."
Remos: "Kalinihta pedia! Efharistoume pou irthate .."
Band continues, lights turn on, performers walk off stage, confusion and
panic sets in.
I couldn't believe it! No way, this was a joke. It was one of those things
were they say good night and come back out to finish with a grand
finale, right? Wrong. I would have stayed there all night, the last one left
waiting for them to come back on and finish what they started. And with
that for the first time, the words of my favorite song had a different
meaning to me:
"Pou na vro ena filaraki?" yea, I along with thousands of other people
would also like to know pou that to vroume, because it wasn't performed
that night .
I give this concert 2 out of a possible 5 lighters.
At least we have Hatzigiannis to look forward too in May, but I am
checking out the play list first.
Thank You,


The free voice of Ereikousa in America H ελεύθερη φωνή της Ερείκουσας στην Αμερική
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