Concert: MPS in Hohenwestedt (08.06.2019)

When you wake up and look outside and already know: this is gonna be an interesting drive to Hohenwested and even more interesting when being at the medieval market thanks to the weather. And that makes the mood drop even lower, on top of the “it´s fucking 08:30 and I am now already sitting in the car”. Luckily I didn´t know before how annoying the ride was gonna be because if I had known, I would´ve gone back to bed.

It´s been 4 bloody hours to get to Hohenwestedt – first traffic issues around Bremen as usual, and the closer you got to Hamburg the more annoying it became. I really lost my nerves, and was dead exhausted already when I arrived at the parking lot. And then still carried my nyckelharpa with heavy case to the festival area (no clue where the damned shuttle has been) because I was meeting with someone to help me out with my nyckelharpa for some things. And luckily I was there just in time, because if I hate something that´s being late. So it all went fine, and I was happy. Just not about carrying it back to the car afterwards, but at least I took the shuttle this time and only had to walk a shorter distance.

Once at the car I decided to change clothes – getting rid off the dress, and putting on a pullover instead. And a warmer jacket. It was everything from cold and rainy to warm and sunny, and I felt like permanently being dressed wrongly. It was annoying, but better carry around clothes than freeze and get ill.

Back at the festival area I watched a bit of Waldkauz and seriously dear not-native speakers of the finnish language – just don´t fucking use it in your songs. This pronunciation gave me goosebumps. Negative kind of goosebumps. It´s not just this band, but in general. Just choose a different language if you want to do yourself a favor.

Afterwards it was the first round of Versengold, and matching to the start of the show the sun came out and was burning down, and it got warm. So it was undressing in the crowded front row, always a challenge. But anyways, the concert was fun, I really enjoyed it. It felt better than in Rastede somehow, but still I am not that typical fan anymore. It just sucks that the afternoon shows are always just only one hour – because time is always running so quickly!

But for me that also had one good thing: I was able to get myself some food and walk around, go to the bathroom and relax before returning back to the stage and save my spot for the evening concert. In Hohenwested it is still rather relaxed, though Rastede was even nicer with that. But it´s not as big as other medieval markets of this series. Makes it more intimate and chilled.

They played quite a few new songs, and the one off the part off the video is “Durch den Sturm” – one tht I somehow had to get used to first, but started loving (though I think I already have my favorite off the album without even knowing all tracks yet). Sorry that it´s cut off so stupidly at the end, but my battery died and I had to put it on my battery pack charger thingy first to even be able to keep using it – shitty timing, I really don´t know what´s been eating so much of the battery.

And what I always love is the solo stuff that bassplayer Eike gets to do in the evening shows – I so wish he was singing more often, and maybe even instead of singer Malte in a song. that would be so amazing!

Downside? Yup, again no “Biikebrennen” and as I figured out I shouldn´t really get my hopes up to hear it a lot anymore – it just sucks so badly because this song means so much to me. It was THE song of my half marathon preparations and lately I started listening to it a lot again for my triathlon prep. And then they just don´t play it anymore.

What is that? But well, if people were more into instrumental songs, it would make it easier to get it back on the setlist but as everyone always needs a goddamned text to their songs…hopeless case, but I could rant about it for damned hours.

Anyways, after the show I decided – because I was tired and feeling cold again – that instead of waiting an hour and then watching Letzte Instanz again I was going home. It´s been sad somehow because I would´ve loved to see them but the 3h ride home was really bringing me to my limit when it comes to staying focussed for driving. And I was really happy to be home then at around 01:45am and drop into my bathtub and then into bed. I am too old for this shit.

 

 

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Stadtkind auf Dorfparty (16.03.2019)

Sorry folks, German only – it just felt like it makes more sense like this ^^

Oder aber: Carina fährt nach Rotenburg, ist Ersthelfer bei einem Autounfall, fährt dann 7km nach Waffensen zum Eiertanz und ist einen Abend lang musikalisch flexibel und TANZT!

Das wäre so ziemlich die Kurzversion des ganzen Tages – eines Tages, der nicht hätte mehr eine Achterbahn sein können. Ich wollte einen Tag lang mal nicht ans Triathlon-Training denken und aus Wilhelmshaven rauskommen. Und Tripod spielten in…tadaaa, Waffensen. Ja, ich kannte den Ort vorher auch nicht – aber man lernt ja dazu: 7km von Rotenburg (Wümme) entfernt, und… laut Wikipedia der Entstehungsort des 2004er Computervirus Sasser. Aber an sich wirklich kein Ort, den man kennen müsste.

Aber: wie wäre es denn damit, ein Stadtkind auf einer Dorfparty? Ich war vorgewarnt, und skeptisch.

Aber bis ich wissen sollte, ob ich zurecht skeptisch war, war es noch eine ganze Weile. Ich bin mittags los mit dem Ziel, mir Rotenburg ein wenig anzuschauen. Auf der Fahrt wurde das Wetter immer beschissener, und ich bereute es, schon so früh losgefahren zu sein. Aber so wie ich bin, bin ich dann trotzdem losgezogen mitsamt Schirm und dem eisernen Willen, etwas sehen zu wollen. Und das klappte dann auch ganz gut, auch wenn die Ausschilderung deren “Kulturpfades” echt zu wünschen übrig lies. Der Ort hat nette Ecken, aber ist an einem Samstag nach 13 Uhr schon echt tot – und ich dachte, dass es hier in Wilhelmshaven verwerflich sei, wenn am WE die Läden früh schließen würden. Aber das ist nichts gegen Rotenburg. Aber ich hatte meinen Spaß, konnte abschalten, war ausgelassen.

Und dann kam alles anders. Anders als “geplant” – aber sowas plant man auch nicht. Ich war gerade wieder auf dem Rückweg ins Zentrum, ging über eine Brücke über der Wümme. Und gegenüber kam ein Auto von der Fahrbahn ab und knallte mit voller Wucht in das Geländer der Brücke. Ich will ehrlich gesagt nicht viel darüber schreiben, weil mich das Ganze genug verfolgt und beschäftigt.

Aber ich kann sagen: ich hab es als natürlichstes der Welt angesehen zu helfen. Da denkt man nicht mal mehr nach, sondern macht einfach nur. Ja, es war vllt gefährlich, das Auto hätte in die Wümme stürzen können und haste nicht gesehen. Aber scheiß drauf, solange da Menschen drin sind, muss man was machen. Ende aus. Und die Fahrerin sowie ihre Mutter sind da soweit unverletzt rausgekommen – nur mit einem ultimativem Schock, den wohl jeder nachvollziehen kann. Aber danach war der Tag gelaufen. Vorerst.

Nach der Zufuhr von viel Zucker (ein Hoch auf Apfelfinnen, von denen ich direkt 4 Stück gegessen habe), Cola, Wasser und Keksen hab ich mich langsam wieder gefühlt wie ein Mensch und nicht mehr ein Zombie. Aber ich wollte einfach nur noch aus diesem Ort raus. Weg von dort. Ich also ins Auto und los.

Und dann stand ich da – auf der Abbiegerspur. Die Spur, auf der sich alles staute, weil das Auto immer noch geborgen wurde. Und ich musste über diese Brücke. An der Stelle vorbei. es gab einfach keinen anderen Weg. Augen zu und durch, oder so. Danach war ich wieder nassgeschwitzt und froh, als ich in Waffensen ankam. Obwohl…war ich froh? ich weiß es nicht – es war eher ein sich fragen, wo zur Hölle ich gelandet war.

Ich also geparkt und im Nieselregen einen weiteren Kulturpfad abgelaufen – und ich will ja nichts sagen, aber ich habe gut gelacht. ein verzweifeltes und irres Lachen wohl am ehesten. Aber die Bewegung tat gut, die Ablenkung auch. Aber die Zeit wollte nicht vergehen, ich hatte Hunger und…bin an den Rand von Rotenburg gefahren und habe zu Abend gegessen, bin wieder zurück habe noch was im Auto gedöst. Und dann rein ins Vergnügen.

Ja doch, das Gebäude und die Location von innen war das, was man sich von einer Dorf-Lokalität vorstellt. Und nein, das ist per se nicht böse gemeint – die Leute waren nett, alles war gut. Bis zu dem Zeitpunkt wo ich erfahren habe, dass 400 Tickets im VVK rausgegangen waren. 400. Leute. in. dieser. Örtlichkeit. Unvorstellbar. Aber machbar, wie ich danach noch festgestellt habe. Genau so wie es auf dem Dorf machbar ist, dass Mutter mit Tochter und Vater zusammen feiern und Tanzen. Irgendwie skurril.

Tripod (der einzige Grund wieso es mich dorthin verschlagen hat) haben immer ein Set gespielt und danach eine kleine Pause – in der ich immer zum Auto bin um wieder Sauerstoff in meine Lunge zu bekommen und etwas zu trinken, denn von Minute zu Minute wurde es drinnen wärmer – da half es auch nicht die Fenster auf kipp zu stellen.

Ich war durchgeschwitzt, und zwar….VOM TANZEN (ich glaube das ist schon Kompliment genug)! Ja liebe Leute, auch ich tue das. Neuerdings. Und das nüchtern! Aber in der “Menge” habe ich mich wohl gefühlt, und auch wenn´s eine Weile gedauert hat bis ich warm geworden bin, wäre ich dann am liebsten bis zum bitteren Ende geblieben.

Aber irgendwann kam dann doch der Mann mit dem Hammer, der mir die Müdigkeit in den Körper schlug und auch ein großer Teil des Publikums wo ich stand und tanzte hatte einen Alkoholpegel erreicht, der mir dann doch sagte: Carina, jetzt ist der Zeitpunkt zu gehen. Hier und da war es nicht mehr angenehm, besonders die jungen Typen dort sind weit übers Ziel hinausgeschossen und bevor ich dann genervt bin und gehe, bin ich gut gelaunt gegangen.

Es waren tolle Stunden, ich konnte abschalten – ich habe nicht ans Training gedacht, nicht an den Unfall, ich wollte einfach nur Spaß haben. Und den hatte ich definitiv! Ach ja, und Ohrwürmer – viele Ohrwürmer. Und ich habe gelernt: ich musikalisch sehr flexibel – tanzen und feiern kann man zu jeder Musik, wenn man sich nur drauf einlässt!

Concert: Feuerengel (Wilhelmshaven, 21.12.2018)

“I thought you maybe should´ve seen this” – this is the explanation on why I ended up watching a Rammstein tribute band. Me. Rammstein tribute.

Me, the person who is in a big disgust mode when even thinking about Till Lindemann and being probably very anti Rammstein in general. But when I was invited to check out Feuerengel, I thought “I won´t be watching and videos, I am not gonna read reports, I am not gonna spoil it”. Why? This never comes even close to the real concert experience, and I just wanted to go in there and see if I liked it.

It´s been my first concert since I moved here and it felt just great needing not even 10min to get there and back home. The amazing sides of living in a smaller city than Hamburg ^^

When I arrived doors were already open and I had to do a little search where to watch the show from – being small and having a sold out venue doesn´t usually go well together, but I found myself a nice spot at the side of the stage. Sitting. With an amazing view on the stage and also the crowd. To be honest I had been surprised when I had read in advance that the show was sold out…but soon I knew why!

I´ve had a blast during the concert, right from the start till the end – but the northern german crowd once again needed a bit of time to really embrace the fun. As usual, and that´s where I notice I am totally not from here at all xD I totally turned of fthe mind, reality had to stay outside for the duration of the show and that´s just been what I needed so badly!

A great sound even where I was sitting, a great setlist, so much fun to watch on stage and in front of the stage and I´ve always been a fan of pyrotechnics but this time really my heart stopped a couple of beats here and there when they came at unexpected moments. Jeeeeez, I am not easily scared but this really nearly made my drop my phone I had in my hand for filming a bit of the show!

So yeah, I went in skeptical – I went out with a huge grin on my face and being surprised that even someone like me who isn´t into Rammstein could love this show so much –  and I cannot wait for December 2019 when there will be even 2 shows here in Wilhelmshaven! Bring it on!

15 Jahre Versengold

 

Oder aber “ich bin einfach zu fucking alt für 2 Konzerte an zwei aufeinander folgenden Tagen mit langem Anstehen in der Kälte.”. Ach ja, für das Ganze drumherum bin ich das auch. Für den Kampf beim Einlass, für das Rennen zum Eingang, zur Absperrung. Für sich seinen Platz erkämpfen gegen Leute, die Stunden nach einem kamen und meinen einen abdrängen zu müssen.

Ja. Ich bin zu alt für den Scheiß. Und ich hab da echt null Bock mehr drauf, es kotzt mich an und hinterlässt einen bitteren Beigeschmack was dieses Wochenende angeht. Weil es mich einfach wurmt, was da angegangen ist. Zweimal. Ich habe es Mord und Totschlag genannt, überspitzt, klar. Aber es fühlt sich an wie Überlebenskampf. Und wenn das immer so ist/sein wird bei Versengold, dann lasse ich es einfach sein. Dann stehe ich maximal in der letzten Reihe, und sehe dann halt nichts mehr. Auch wenn es nicht das Gleiche sein würde, weil die Stimmung ist einfach dort am besten. Dort, wo der Schweiß am schnellsten fließt – auf beiden Seiten. Auf der Bühne und im Publikum.

So, jetzt habe ich mich einmal zu Beginn ausgekotzt – sorry dafür, aber die “Wunden” sind frisch. Und es musste einfach mal raus – und am liebsten, würde ich damit jetzt noch Seiten füllen, weil ich immer noch so extremst genervt und wütend bin. Aber das macht es nicht besser, und will eh keiner lesen.


26.10.2018 – Fan-Konzert

Apropos sich auskotzen und genervt sein – man konnte im Vorhinein für Songs abstimmen, die man auf diesem Konzert hören will. Und was voten die da rein, die Fans? Songs, die man auf jeglichen x-beliebigen MPS hören kann. Ja klar, ein paar Alte waren auch dabei, aber man hätte sowas Geiles draus machen können. Nope, Satz mit X. Dementsprechend war ich wenig motiviert, als ich aufbrach und mir erst noch Gehörschutz holen musste und dann zur Halle bin. Es war kalt, windig, und nieselte.

Und meine Laune war mindestens genau so frostig, auch wenn es toll war, bekannte und liebgewonnene Gesichter wieder zu sehen.  ein Fuß tat weh, die Blockade im Rücken auch. Super Voraussetzungen für stundenlanges anstehen – der kurze Trip zum Kentucky Fried Chicken um nicht zu verhungern hat da auch wenig zur Laune-Verbesserung beigetragen.

Und der dann folgende Einlass gehörte zu Kategorie “wenn Erwachsene menschen sich aufführen wie wenn man kreischende fanatische Teenager mit Hooligans und hungrigen Raubtieren kreuzt”. Da wären wir bei dem erwähnten Mord und Totschlag. Der für mich zumindest gut ausging, erste Reihe. Da wo ich hin wollte. Und sollte. Und überhaupt. Ich war genervt und hatte noch weniger Lust auf die Show, als zuvor. Wenn das überhaupt ging? Ich weiß es nicht.

Das Gute war: keine Vorband. Nur eine weitere Stunde warten, aber wenigstens im Warmen und Trockenen. Die Füße fingen wieder an zu leben, die Hände auch. Die Genervtheit blieb bis zu Beginn des Konzertes, da wurde es dann besser. Auch wenn ich zugeben muss, dass mich die massiven Text-Fails echt schon irgendwie genervt haben. Ich hab drüber gelacht, aber irgendwie gehe ich halt schon davon aus, dass man seinen scheiß Job macht. klar, Fehler sind menschlich und irgendwie sympathisch, aber manchmal… Anyways, lustige Show, tolle Gäste, aber zu viel Gerede – sodass dann am Ende zwei Songs hinten rüber vielen, von denen ich einen echt super gerne gehört hätte.

Alles in allem ein guter Abend, der Spaß gemacht hat – das weiß man spätestens, wenn die Stimme mehr als nur angekratzt ist, und einem die Beine und Füße vom Hüpfen wehtun wie sonst was. Da braucht man echt kein Workout im Fitnessstudio mehr, da reichen 2h Versengold Show für eine gesamte Woche!

27.10.2018

Tag 2. Der Tag begann mit einem schönen Frühstück mit einer Freundin, und danach ging es direkt zur Halle, und von gemütlich wechselte man zu kalt, windig und nervig. Stunden nach Stunden, und he näher die Einlasszeit kam, desto größer wurde das Chaos, die allgemeine Gereizheit und Aggressivität. Ja, auch bei mir. Ich glaub ich war nur eine Sekunde davon es einfach sein zu lassen und zu gehen. Ach warte, wäre ja gar nicht gegangen – weil man sich ja nicht mehr bewegen konnte vor der dummen Tür in dem Zaun zum Gelände.

Und diese wurde dann auf einmal aufgemacht. Ich bin halb über einen der Aufsteller, die dort platziert worden (Hut ab an die Securitys für diese Schnapsidee) geflogen, aber hab diese Energie nach vorne für einen Sprint genutzt vor die eigentlichen Einlass-Türen der Halle. Ich stand da, am ganzen Körper zitternd, mir war kotzübel, schwindlig und ich war am Ende. Stundenlang stehen und dann mit wenigen Sekunden Vorwarnung dann diesen Adrenalinstoß…aber da war ich nicht die Einzige, es gab so einige, die am Ende waren. Und dann der zweite Einlass – Taschenkontrolle, und durch – letzter Sprint, die Muskeln brennen. Und dann: 1. Reihe. Und nicht mehr abbremsen und gegen die Absperrung donnern können. Wie ich zuhause festgestellt habe, hab ich mir da wohl mein Knie aufgeschlagen. Zu dem Zeitpunkt war der Adrealinspiegel aber so hoch, da hat man nichts mehr gemerkt. Und als dann meine Freundin und ihre Schwester auch neben mir da standen, schnell Toilette, schnell  Garderobe. Und dann Luft holen.

Die knapp 2 Stunden bis zum Show-Beginn taten gut – nicht weil ich gerne stehe, aber weil ich endlich wieder Luft holen konnte. Runterkommen. Versuchen, sich nicht mehr aufzuregen und sich zu ärgern, weil man wieder sieht wie viele Leute weiter hinten stehen, die kurz nach einem anfingen anzustehen.

Und die Show – sie wurde für eine DVD gefilmt: Kamera hier, Kamera da. Hat überraschend wenig genervt, muss ich sagen – aber es stand zum Glück auch niemand immer vor uns, da hatten andere schon schlechtere Plätze abbekommen. Aber es war geil auf den beiden Bildschirmen auch mal diese enorme Masse an Publikum im Stehplatz-bereich, aber auch auf den Sitzplätzen zu sehen. Das war echt Bombe. Weil da vorne merkt man nicht so sehr, wie viel da hinter einem stattfindet.

Die Setliste war gut, aber bis auf die Gäste, die es gab, nicht so wirklich besonders. Die Gäste sangen nicht mit den Jungs die Versengold-Lieder, sondern andersrum. Etwas seltsam. Das ist, als würde man “Happy Birthday” jemand anderem singen, obwohl es die eigene Geburtstagsparty ist?!

Über “Yindy” mit Fidler´s Green hab ich ich tierisch gefreut, die anderen waren okay, aber jetzt nicht so Enthusiasmus-fördernd bei mir. Gleiches galt auch für einen der zwei neuen Tracks, die Uraufführung hatten: ich mag es, wenn man seine (politische) Meinung vertritt, aber der erste Eindruck von “Wir tanzen nicht nach braunen Pfeifen” war nicht so toll. Lag vielleicht daran, dass der Gesang und somit die Lyrics nicht wirklich zu verstehen war, aber das Ganze…es wirkte leider wie “wir wollen was machen, aber sind gerade trotzdem nicht so kreativ drauf”. Sorry. Aber ich hab die Hoffnung, dass der zweite Eindruck besser wird.

Viel besser – minus die weiblichen Vocals – fand ich  “Teufelstanz”. Teile davon hatte ich schon am Tag zuvor gehört, als die Klänge des Soundchecks nach außen drangen. Und ja, es ist ein toller Song. Freue mich schon drauf, ihn auf dem neuen Album zu hören!

Mir persönlich fehlte ein Medley, oder eine Reise durch die Zeit – 15 Jahre Versengold, und was wir zu hören bekamen war eine Setliste, die zwar gut war aber eben genau nicht diesen Anlass portraitierte. Alte Songs hätte ich mir gewünscht, von alt nach neu oder schön gemischt. Aber na ja, was will man machen. Es hat Spaß gemacht, man hat geschwitzt, gehüpft, mitgesungen und war am Ende nach 2,5 Stunden bereit für ein kühles Wasser. Oder gleich den Wassertank.

Danach war dann noch eine Aftershowparty in einer anderen Location – aber da muss ich sagen: nope, da bin ich nicht hin. Wieder stehen, wieder zu eng, zu viele Menschen. Das brauche ich nicht, dafür bin ich einfach zu alt. Ich war wegen der Musik da und hatte meinen Spaß, und war einfach nur noch ko. Die Badewanne und was zu Essen klangen da halt einfach verlockender.

Concert: Versengold – Worpswede (15.09.2018)


Worpswede. Close to Bremen. A town I had never heard of it before it was announced that the band was gonna play there. And it was gonna be a small show of around 550ppl only, so I was expecting an explosive atmosphere. Because there is nothing better than smaller shows, a packed little venue, a lot of energy…I thought.

So I went to pick up the rental car I had booked, expecting a small tiny car…and ending up being equipped with a massive big sporty car that can go up to 240kmh. At first I was really not pleased at all, because…such a big car? Really? But that changed once I made it out of Hamburg – which probably took just as long as the rest of the drive to Worpswede. Traffic and even more traffic, and once there was no speed limit anymore…man I started loving that car! I was a rowdie, and I enjoyed driving with 200kmh over the road.

Until I left the big roads and started my drive through the smaller villages the closer I got to Worpswede. And it´s been on purpose, because I wanted to see the area and get a feeling for how people live there. And it´s been beautiful, the tiny villages between the fields, some forests…but the closer I also got, the worse the weather turned and shortly after having arrived, I had the first and luckily only raindrops fall onto my head.

And damn, thanks to the great car I was far too fast and then far too early also in Worpswede, so I took a walk and another around to explore the town. Adorable little town, no place where I wanted to be living, but for a weekend full of relaxing it would be a good place. Because you cannot do much anyways, so you´d be forced to relax 😉 But it got pretty boring after a while to be honest.

So standing in front of the venue…well okay, people staring at you, yay. And then one of the guys came to film for their video diary and I literally was the only one hiding. Totally not keen on having my face in close up end up on youtube, it´s not my cup of tea. Turn off the camera, and I am all ears and all in for a chat. But not with a running camera.

So yeah, and one moment it started raining – and thumbs up to the venue, as they let us into the pre-room to the venue so we won´t get wet. At least not the ones that are in the front like me. And then even more waiting. And waiting. And then finally doors opened, time to secure a spot in front row – to wait even longer. And there we didn´t know yet that the show was not gonna start as planned at 8pm, but with half an hour of delay.

Why? Because there was technical problems with the sound system, and we were standing there and…nothing was happening. After a while we got the news, that there wa stechnical issues. And no, it did not mae the feeling better. It was rather the feeling of “oh good lord let it be somehting not too bad”…but no, it wasn´t. Because after that mentioned half an hour the show started. And all my tiredness that has been creeping upon me was blown away!

I liked seeing how much fun the band had on stage, and either I missed out on it or the crowd didn´t even come close to having just as much fun xD It didn´t feel like the crowd was exploding and rocking out. It was, crowd wise, for me an average show that could´ve been just as well in a bigger venue.

Also, I wish there would´ve been more tracks from the “Funkenflug” album, but it was just like a venue show with medieval market setlist. It was cool and I enjoyed it a lot again, no doubts. It felt like a coming home, a calm one, where the mind is at ease and you feel so calm and have that smile on your face that shows exactly this. It was worth the car ride there, as it always is for Versengold. But I think after the two anniversary shows it´ll be good to have a little break – maybe because my mind is always too set on moving than on not doing anything for it and just relaxing 😉

The drive back home was quick and easy, not much traffic and so really relaxing…so I was home at around 1am in total (I didn´t bother to wait for the band to have a chat because there was too much of family and friends of the guys, that I didn´t want to also hop onto them).

But it still took a while with food and shower and falling asleep that the day got to an end. COncerts and their trips are always making my head spin once it´s quiet and I am alone…

Concert: MPS in Hamburg-Öjendorf (02.09.2018)

First off: I noticed I didn´t take a single shot at the festival – I was just too busy having fun, I suppose ^^

One last time. MPS in hamburg-Öjendorf. Not because I am moving away, but also because the MPS is never gonna happen here again. It´s a weird feeling looking back onto all those past years where I attended the medieval market there.

So many memories were formed, so many times I danced in the rain, ate the garlic bread, so many times I ate the delicious flatcake and dropped half of it onto my clothing. So many times I enjoyed the flair there, the area…ah well, thanks to the city of Hamburg, it´s been the last time. Luckily there is other places where the event also takes place. but still, Hamburg has always been something special.

So I walked there from the bus stop earlier than I had planned because after getting up I was ready quicker than planned. And the nice sunny weather really was inviting to spend a lot of time there, so I first went a stroll around the market there and checked out the stands and everything. I had told myself that I have a budget of 50€ for the day, so if I wanted to eat I was hardly able to buy anything anyways. But that´s fine, windowshopping, just a bit different 😉

And then watched Mr. Hurley und die Pulveraffen – not really my cup of tea, it´s nice live but I was disappointed that they didn´t play my fave tracks during their afternoon set…but at least I secured myself a nice spot together with a friend to watch Versengold afterwards. And it was funny how before that show Versengold did their soundcheck and even made a show out of it.

But the two shows of Versengold – one in the afternoon and one in the evening were why I was there mainly. And it´s been worth it again, it was a fun time! Though I missed “Biikebrennen” duing the afternoon show – but they played it at least during the evening show. This song is so important to me, especially now after my half-marathon. It always brings back the memories of sweat and tears and happiness during the preparation and during the run itself then. So I was hyper happy to hear it, just like the other instrumentals they played.

To be honest though, there is one song I never thought that it would somewhen end to be my least liked track by the band. Why that happened? Well, the guys published a new song called “Der Tag an dem die Götter sich betranken” – and I couldn´t like it any less than I do. It doesn´t feel creative at all, but well…people seem to like it when looking around at the festival. I don´t. For me it´s a track where I just stand there shrugging. But at least we got a nice big blow-up globe to bounce around in the audience in the evening. And it kept going and going and the photographers in the photopit always had to throw it back if it dropped out.

It was funny, but got even funnier when during “Solange jemand Geige spielt” we were asked to all just keep spinning around becaus in the song it says “Denn sie dreht sich, dreht sich, dreht sich, dreht sich mit den Haaren im Wind. Ja, sie dreht sich, dreht sich, denn sie ist nicht wie die Anderen sind. Denn solange jemand Geige spielt, ist sie unendlich frei. Und sie dreht sich, dreht sich, ja, sie dreht sich, wild im Kreise dabei”. So we were spinning and spinning and spinning and it kept spinning in my head still three songs afterwards – it was such a fun time again, though it became pretty fresh during the show after the rest of the day was full of sunshine and warm weather.

The things that kinda hit me most was something else though. It felt different than before to stand there, both times second row. There was this calmness, this feeling of coming home somehow. The shows didn´t only make me happy but also made me so calm. I needed that, really.

Afte rthe evening show I left rather soon because I didn´t feel well and didn´t want to risk anything, and just wanted my bed. A hot bath, lots of water to drink and then rest. It´s been a great last MPS in Öjendorf – and next year I have another MPS rather close to my door 😉

Concert: Nothing More in Hamburg (22.06.2018)

No, this is not the official report, this is my little report on the day. Because I feel like writing it now instead of editing photos – which is the thing I dread most after each and every concert where I attended as a press-person. Especially when it is so small venues like the Headcrash in Hamburg, with limited lights and thus a tougher time whilst photographing and even tougher time when needing to edit the photos.

And somehow…I am still sorting thoughts whilst typing this, it´s this weird day-after-concert feeling, this odd feeling, this feeling when the adrenaline is gone and you sit there and everything just seems to be crashing.

Anyways, it´s been one of the mornings where it´s been tough for me to get out of bed – I simply couldn´t. But I had to, as I had promised to be cooking for Nothing More. And if I promised something, I will stick to it. The cooking was okay, but once I had to get the car2go, my mind started to go nuts and everything became overly stressful – in the end it all worked, but I was stressed anyways. Welcome to the madness in my mind ;))

I was happy when I was at the venue and was able to deliver the food – sucked that the venue also did some catering, but ah well, doesn´t matter 😀 Communication is the key, and sometimes that key is lost on the way hahaha I had actually expected to be kicked out of the venue right afterwards, but the band wasn´t even there and I got along with the venue staff, so I ended up hanging out there right away until doors open. It was fun, and it took away the stress and anxiety in my head. I became pretty calm, which was a nice thing. Had some pizza, some non-alcoholic drinks, a lot of laughs…

And then got my wristlet as photopass, and the “okay” to photograph the whole show again and not just the first three songs. So it´s been like last year. Frontrow, same spot, just with more people filling the venue. It was sold out, around 280 folks in there, no air, nothing. I was already sweated when the supportband had finished their set. To be honest – not my cup of tea. I felt sorry for the band because the crowd really wasn´t too interested.

The Nothing More show then was probably the second sweatiest show I ever experienced – the most sweaty one was Halestorm at Logo here in Hamburg, where the watr was dripping from the low ceiling. Here, you were “just” sweating and having the sweat run down your body as if you had rivers right there. It was, to say the least, disgusting. But that´s something you figure out just when you think about it later on, and not during the show.

I enjoyed every second of the show, and it was good to hear “Jenny” again – a song that always breaks me to pieces to build me up again when I am on my lowest. And it worked like a charme again. Also “Don´t stop” was very important to me – because it´s one of my two main tarcks of my half marathon preparation and training, a song that always pushed me, always kicked my ass when I wanted to just quit it and give in. Having my half marathon coming up in 8 fucking days I had to hear it. The setlist was pretty much the same like last time I think, but that didn´t matter – I had a blast anyways, though people/fan bitching “put your hair together, it´s always in my face” is like the most hilarious thing I ever heard at a fucking rockshow! I was sweating, rocking out, taking photos, singing along, crying…

And I was surprised that I walked out of the show without bruises, without any injuries or alike – last time I was cripple afterwards, this time I was alive! And had a great time chatting with the guys, so down to earth – this is how I like “my” musicians. Like folks from next door, not acting like they´d be something better. It´s been a nice end of that night  – went home with a lot of thanks for the food and a lot of good luck wishes for my half marathon. And feeling better.

Concert: MPS in Hohenwestedt (19.05.2018)


…no idea where on earth that place is? relax, I had no idea at first either and had to google it. In the end – nice little place, but a pain to get to and especially to get back home to Hamburg in the night due to many construction work sites on the way. Getting there was already tiring, getting back just beat it all.

I was still tired from last night where I had gotten into bed at after 3 am, and couldn´t fall asleep and then got up at 11am, had breakfast, got dressed, packed up and jumped into the car again.

I felt like I had been drinking for the past week entirely, though I have had just one little mead the evening before. Hungover, and tired and somehow I was not too excited and enthusiastic. It was more of a “I promised to show up if the weather is okay and damn the sun is shining so I gotta go”-thing right at the start. The couch was crying for my love just too loud. But at least for most of the drive there wasn´t too much traffic, so at least it was some time for speed matching the music!

But once I arrived and entered the market area, I felt more relaxed and felt much better again. Meeting with fellow fans and having a good time together always helps. And the afternoon show of Versengold was there – the sound was not too amazing, it really could´ve been better but it was fun anyways. It felt good, it was like being grounded and back in germany also mindwise. It´s always tough for me to get back when returning from vacations. In between the two shows a bit of food and looking around, and then you already had to go back so thos efellow fans saving spots in front row were able to go and get stuff if they wanted.

The evening show had a better sound, that´s for sure. And somehow the athmosphere was also matching the whole show a bit more, and well…a good reason for liking the evening show more was my fave track, so…and this time – though it was tough – I recorded it instead of just enjoying.

The time is always passing by far to quick, and I am used to more than 1:30h of concert time. It´s like it just started and then it´s over already again. Though I was really exhausted and my voice was nearly gone. Well okay let´s be honest: it was gone at the end of the show. Luckily it recovered at least a bit rather quickly, would´ve been hilarious though. I didn´t stay for Knasterbart anymore, instead just had a few chats with the band and then already left the market – simply because I wanted to drop off the damned rental car to be able to sleep in the next day. Not keen on getting up just for returning the car.

And returning the car went well – and I even got my bus home without needing to hurry, that´s what I am calling a nice timing! In the end I was happy to have only silence around me again, and no people. Time to really reflect on the crazy times that I had. Positively crazy, no dpubts.

Hopped into a hot bath at the end of the day, with some quiet music and then just relaxing after being on my legs all the time. I love concerst, festivals and medieval markets, but driving there, then all day there and driving back – it becomes more and more exhausting. Don´t get me wrong, traveling is fun but not when you spend like 95% of your vacations on the road and busy and everything.

Concert: Versengold – Wilhelmshaven (07.04.2018)

To be fair, I went to Wilhelmshaven not being even sure anymore if I wanted to attend the show. I was doubting that I was willing to put up with so many people, was doubting if I could really sink into the music. The past week(s) kind amade me want to dig up if I was not running, and so I decided I was going to Wilhelmshaven for the city and the sea and decide later on if I wanted to go.

Maybe my heart deep inside had decided right from the start that in the end I was going to attend the show anyways, my mind was fighting against that. And it still didn´t feel all right when queueing even though people were really nice and chatting was, too. But: people. And something felt wrong.

Doors open was totally relaxed which was relieving, after my experiences in Leipzig I am still having a slight trauma to be honest. And once in there – man, how small that was. No idea how they fit 800 poeple in there. It felt cozy, and frontrow was a nice thing where to stand again 😉 I noticed that with most bands I somehow always end up standing on the right side xD

Aaaanyways, the support act was the band AntiHeld from Southern Germany and well, support acts always have a tough time with me, and no difference for them. They were great to watch because they had so much fun on stage, but most songs were just not my taste. One song though really brought tears to my eyes – a song that their singer had written for the funeral of a good friend of his. And wow, this song…it made me swallow hard and really hit me deep inside. I was close to crying.

And then Versengold…what can I say, again a massively long show, with sweat and cramps in the legs from all the jumping around (and the walking beforehand), and … I am still probably the biggest fan of all instrumentals that this band has. Simply because it´s strings, strings and strings all in the focus. And i love the violin and nyckelharpa sound more than anything else (okay, not more than the cello sound but that´s another story).

Biggest surprise for me was that they made their “promise” true – they played “Tjark Evers” live again. And it´s been so suitable for this city at the sea, and again it´s been a goosebumps feeling for me. Torn in between all happiness and these emotions that the song brings up in me. A pity it´s been though that another beautiful ballad had to call its quits for it. Another song about the sea. Would´ve been cool to hear that one too, but you cannot have everything.

It was kinda hilarious how we were asked to use our phones during “Funkenflug” to have some lights up due to the lack of glow sticks…I refused. The phone stayed in my pocket, I wanna enjoy and a phone has no place there then. And I have a really strong opinion there xD

I enjoyed the show, I loved the interaction between band and crowd and it´s been a mix between just partying and noticing once again that not everything in my life is the way I´d like to have it. And that I gotta get up my ass and change that. Somehow.

I left the venue with a satisfied feeling, but all emotional again. It´s been like a lot has been stirred up again without really knowing what that was in detail. But sometimes you also need stuff like this!

When Glasgow drowns in snow (02.-04.03.2018)


You know, sometimes you gotta take things with humor – now I can do it, but back then last week I couldn´t really.

Thursday

Only by accident (aka a comment on facebook) I figured that Glasgow drowned in snow – airport closed, total chaos, world´s end scenarios wherever I have been reading about the city. And that´s the news that I had when I was just coming home after a stressful day at work, being all stressed also about my coming trip then. I was going totally crazy, I was in between an anger attack and breaking down crying because I so needed this trip. The information was that at some point the airport would publish some more information about the next day and the waiting seemed forever. So I panicked more and more, and it still didn´t get much better when they said that most likely they will open the airport again in the morning and so m flight would be going…

Friday

3am getting up, 4am taking the bus, 5am at the airport for flight number one from Hamburg to Düsseldorf. Checkin was smooth, security control was smooth as always – and I again had too much time to wait at the gate once again. On one hand I enjoy watching people, but not that early in the morning as I am really no morning person at all. Never have been, never will be. The flight was good, noone sitting next to me – but I always had that worry that I might be stuck in Düsseldorf if Glasgow airport decided it couldn´t make it in the end to open up the airport again. But all of my worries did not come true throughout the waiting time.

With an hour delay my plane took off – in a small machine, that felt like a ball in the wind, bouncing around…and clearly, the landing was one of a kind – I was really close to throwing up, not nice at all. And then taking a look outside I wondered where this snow chaos was, where all the massive snow was, if it had magically disappeared. It was just nowhere to be seen at all. Yes, a normal amount of snow matching the general weather situation in Europe of course, nothing special though.

And also I got easily to the centre, streets were cleared, nothing left from this massive chaos. Just the price for the bus – jesus. That was a bit much to say the least. Finding the hotel was easy thanks to Google Maps, and the welcome was warm at the hotel – but more on the hotel in a different post 😉

So after some resting and some grocery shopping I started my sightseeing as my plan was to see as much as possible of the stuff planned on Friday to be able to relax and rest on Saturday until the gig started and that worked out really well. I personally liked Glasgow a lot, nice people, and I love all these old buildings. And the Universit of Glasgow made me want to go and study again – so beautiful, and it looks like a Cathedral from afar.  Talking about the cathedral though – it was closed. So frustrating, because I so so so wanted to see it from the inside, but the necropolis close by made up for it. Rarely any people, only the wind and your shoes in the snow making the noises…it felt haunted at times, but I enjoyed the silence, the atmosphere…It was just too big to see it in full though, maybe I gotta return for that some day 😀

I checked out around 85% of the things I wanted to check out, and at some point gave up because walking in the snow on the uncleared paths just really got me. My legs hurt, my full body ended up aching and I was just aching as a whole. So I just grabbed some water at a not-center store (there you did not get anything canned and no water anymore) and then went to my hotel room. Hot shower, some food, resting. And you canot imagine how fast I feel asleep!

Saturday

I woke up, all exhausted still, freezing for no reason and even the breakfast (I am not used to this way of breakfast, really, though it´s good) didn´t exactly bring me back to life.  It just made me feel stomach sick and all tired again after being up for an hour. I nevertheless went to the store to get me some blister stuff, and on the way slipped and fell. So I also directly bought some tape for my foot. Well, that´s my luck.

Late ron I picked up my mate (had met her on Instagram) at the bus station and we did have a nice time having lunch and chatting before she went off to do some sightseeing and I went off to return to bed again xD

Later we met to start queuing …and then the show and afterwards had a drink still before I dropped into bed totally exhausted and quite braindead xD

Sunday

Blisters on my feet, a cranky voice, a grumpy face. The muddy rests if what once had been snow really made the walk to the bus stop torture – especially because I was dead tired though I think my night could´ve been shorter and far worse. Not even the Coca Cola helped though I downed it liks there was no tomorrow because I had to go through the security checks…and boom, again waaaaay to early. Even worse than on the way to Glasgow. At least I found a damned power socket.

Put on music, zoomed out, bye bye reality until I had to board. Again noone next to me, I could totally get used to that. Nothing is worse than having annoying people next to you, so…basically I slept most of the flight again, I was just emotionally and physically worn out.

The waiting tim in Düsseldor wa sthen really annoying, I was hungry but not willing to spend money, and somehow everything was just annoying as hell. Especially that there was a delay and all I wanted was food, a hot bath and my goddamned bed.

And man, why did I have to have some odd smelling guys next to me on this flight? Was really making everything worse, and I just wanted to freak out…luckily the flight was rather short, and no words about how happy I was to be out of there, hop onto the train and get home…