Opening Ceremony

I have a blog!

I have not really been planning to have a blog, but as more and more people seem to have blogs and I don't (have a nagging feeling that I have started a blog somewhere before though) I though it time to make one. My reasons for it are best left unsaid

But one reason for starting a blog today is that I actually have something to report for once.. DragonForce concert! For you (un)fortunate many that have no clue who or what Dragonforce is I can tell you that they are an english power metal band, supposedly the "fastes f***ing band in the whole f***ing world" (or something like that). Anyways, to this concert I went yesterday dressed as I am mostly: light begie pants and a light begie t-shirt. Not entierly the right clothing on a concert like this, you are supposed to wear black. Preferably black jeans and a black T-shirt with some funky image of some mythical creature on it. If you have long hair that is also a bonus.. Luckily for me I wasn't the only white sheep in the crowd, I counted a couple of others as well. Got there at about 7.30ish (gates where at 7) and found out that the actual concert didn't start until 9.. But... There was this other band, Dark Majesty, that would play before hand (from 8) so well could listen to them then. Not that they turned out to be very good, they had some skills I assume (being totally unmusically gifter myself) but they were nothing special. The lead singer tried saying the f word a couple of times to show how cool he was, but didn't really work for him. Rather loud it was as well..

Then, at 9 we had some sound guys coming on stage! They were setting up things and testing the sound out (why they bother I cannot understand) and then Dragonforce arrived at 9.15ish. And I learned a secret, the first thing to bring to a concert is not the ticket it is EAR PLUGS!!! Man it was loud (went to see Steven Curtis Chapman a few weeks ago and though that was loud, I was wrong) my poor ears felt rather violated, not just by the music either (couldn't make out much of the lyrics so no harm done there) but I could hear most of what the singer were saying.. Like: "are there any mother f***ers in here?" and you have all this people going "YEEEAAH!" and he says something like "That was pathetic, I said are there any mother f***ers in here!!??" Apparently saying the f word a whole lot in a concert decides how good it is...

Oh, when my ears couldnt handle things any more and told me to go out for a while the nice lady at the checkout called me a "something something freak" because I, stupidly, didnt know that she needed to stamp the underside of my arm..

After a few minutes of niceness to my ears it was back in again! For about the same thing for another 40 min.. lots of swearing of "Hey!"ing and stuff. Also spent a whole lot of time trying to figure out if they were playing the same song over and over again...

So my conclusion of my first and probably last power metal concert is that
1, Bring ear plugs
2 bring ear plugs
3 dress in black
4 bring ear plugs
5 be sure you like being insulted
6 bring ear plugs
7 know the exact lyrics, no way you have a clue what they are sining if not
8 bring ear plugs

So ends my first blog posting...