Now you understand as they are made. I'm going to still short. In all areas of my life, but especially in music and in humans (for other fields that often go together ... but that's another story). The sets were next in Rammstein's In Extremo. A group that plays "Rock Mittelalter", otherwise known as "Folk rock", also known as the hell you want. I am a German group (just to stay on the subject) that basically rearranged old songs, Celtic, Latin, Finnish and so on and so forth, in a rock-metal modern. While retaining the original language: Latin, langue d'oc, the ancient language now lost have been lost if there is a reason. A group of crazy, unknown to most people, at least here in Italy. The culprit of this new obsession was my boyfriend at the time, he tried to convert me to think of In Extremo more or less since we met. I stood stoically a couple of years, arguing that he was describing how I had to be a music group that was really awful. Then one day, unbeknownst to me put them on a cd on the car and I fell in love. I started looking for all the material available online about six Teutonic, but I discovered with dismay (though did not have to be much surprise) that the material in English was scarce, and there was not just Italian material the shadow. But do you think I let myself be discouraged? Absolutely NO. And with the masochism that distinguishes me, I decided that if there was an Italian site on the In Extremo, I would have done. I do not know anything about html and above all I never learned German! The fact is that with the help of a datatissimo Frontpage 2000, a vocabulary of German, one Latin and one French translation, and a lot of patience, was also born the first Italian page dedicated to In Extremo. And you can find it at this address: www.inextremo / altervista.org (I ask forgiveness from the beginning to those who will visit, but the new version for months "under construction" ... -__-" but the basics are there, in fact) The only thing missing at this point, as well as to have become the .. ahem ... "pillar of the community of fans of In Extremo in Italy (which if it reaches the decade is already a lot) was to see them live. Not an easy task, since the In Extremo have never set foot on Italian soil. At the beginning of 2007 I began to ask myself the question of how to deal with this my fundamental gap. After a careful study on cross-site \\ day \\ European state most suitable for the event, I chose to go to Barcelona, March 13. The first problem that was posed to find tickets. Of course, no Italian track to sell tickets for In Extremo. From the official site you could only buy those for dates in Germany. Other sites we offer shipping that cost three times the ticket itself. To go in there without buying it at the time and not even mentioned. I had to be at the forefront, in the arms of that singer's super cool and I did not have time to buy tickets at the entrance, with the risk that maybe you were over. I found a site that allows you to buy and collect tickets at the box office two hours before the concert and it seemed a good compromise. Afterwards I looked for a hostel near the venue so that we can go back even late at night without any means of transport, and finally the flight. The program was as follows: arrival on the morning of 13, hurried visit to the city, then a concert. Day Out on 14, returning on 15 morning. All the calculated minimum details. And so he took away my second trip to a concert in a foreign land. MI appostai in front of '"Apolo" to 18, gates opening hours: 20.30. It was just me and two girls darkettone with a black rose in her hand. The ticket office was still closed, but I allowed myself to wait half an hour saw the clause: "2 hours earlier ... at 19.00 there was no living soul, while they were increased (only slightly, to be honest) people waiting. Now we would have been a dozen. I started to get worried: maybe the ticket was not to stop but I was seeing was from another side of the room? how to move without losing their jobs?!?! I tried to keep a cool head required: all the place was still closed, and the ticket was certainly the one I had before me. Maybe it was just that the English were a little 'stragglers, you could always claim the efficiency of Berlin, where they had even started early! At 19:10 the doors opened the room (but NOT the ticket) and it came out pretty nice bass player and two of the group that smiled at us and passing us like stupid idiots to look at them without any shred of pulling out a camera or a pen to do autographs. Nothing. We passed by and not let them go away. At 19.30 I was angry for two reasons: one because The ticket was even more desolate Death Valley in August, two because we had passed in front of half of the group and we had made a chip. People began to be more numerous, had arrived that security had begun to put the barriers, I was like the third or fourth person in line, but what the hell he used to be there by six if he had not a shred of bilglietto? When he opened his cock fucking ticket?!?! Those security guards were no help because I nodded sympathetically to questions that did not clearly understand a shit. Suddenly I realized that behind me there were now two lines of people behind the barriers, all beautiful happy with their ticket in their hands in plain sight and that all that I had was a crumpled sheet printed by the PC in which it was written that I had bought the ticket at the ticket and had to withdraw after submission of: this email, ID and credit card with which I had paid. At 20.00 we saw the streams of smoke coming from his ears. At 20.15 I had already resigned to the fact that when they open the gates of all I would have passed on while I stop at the ticket office. At 20:30 they opened the gates and the ticket office. The type of the ticket vaguely resembled Riff Raff Rocky Horror Picture Show that has just got high, I do not know if you get the idea. I slam the front of all the documents in my hand and told him that I had booked the ticket online. The person in front of me with the phlegm of a sick AIS, pulled out a set of envelopes from a drawer, then checked the name on my identity card and began to flow very slowly envelopes, one by one reading the names that were overwritten. Obviously it was my last. Then he opened the envelope and took out the ticket and another small piece of paper they had my reservation number and that of my credit card. He started to compare to see if all numerini conicidevano. Meanwhile, I slammed head against the wall. I could hear people behind me, come and climb the stairs to the room, one after another, and I already imagined the place full of people. At last I managed to get hold of a ticket. Running up the stairs two at a time determined to do to jostle for position to earn a somewhat 'decent. The sight that stood before me left me puzzled for a moment: in front of the stage was empty, apart from the two darkettone who were with me to the beginning. The others who had made an hour standing in a row, strolled calmly through the room (albeit small) looking at the merchandise or ordering beer. Trotterellai a little 'disbelief until the barrier front of the stage and leaned against the backpack almost central position. The stage was really a meter from me. When the concert started, I was really into the arms of Micha, I could see the pebbles trapped under the sole of his NewRocks and droplets of sweat that fell on the skin. This was a slap-up the front row. My first true front row to be honest. Another dream come true. Then the day after I was hit by an acute gastroenteritis. But that's another story yet. Photos of the concert can be found as usual on my space photo at: viewmorepics.myspace.com / index.cfm And I leave you with the video for "Vollmond" taken directly from under the shoes of Micha, P
Sunday, December 20, 2009
G What Does It Cost To Fill A Cavity?
as Barcelona B (that is my first time with In Extremo) H as
Now you understand as they are made. I'm going to still short. In all areas of my life, but especially in music and in humans (for other fields that often go together ... but that's another story). The sets were next in Rammstein's In Extremo. A group that plays "Rock Mittelalter", otherwise known as "Folk rock", also known as the hell you want. I am a German group (just to stay on the subject) that basically rearranged old songs, Celtic, Latin, Finnish and so on and so forth, in a rock-metal modern. While retaining the original language: Latin, langue d'oc, the ancient language now lost have been lost if there is a reason. A group of crazy, unknown to most people, at least here in Italy. The culprit of this new obsession was my boyfriend at the time, he tried to convert me to think of In Extremo more or less since we met. I stood stoically a couple of years, arguing that he was describing how I had to be a music group that was really awful. Then one day, unbeknownst to me put them on a cd on the car and I fell in love. I started looking for all the material available online about six Teutonic, but I discovered with dismay (though did not have to be much surprise) that the material in English was scarce, and there was not just Italian material the shadow. But do you think I let myself be discouraged? Absolutely NO. And with the masochism that distinguishes me, I decided that if there was an Italian site on the In Extremo, I would have done. I do not know anything about html and above all I never learned German! The fact is that with the help of a datatissimo Frontpage 2000, a vocabulary of German, one Latin and one French translation, and a lot of patience, was also born the first Italian page dedicated to In Extremo. And you can find it at this address: www.inextremo / altervista.org (I ask forgiveness from the beginning to those who will visit, but the new version for months "under construction" ... -__-" but the basics are there, in fact) The only thing missing at this point, as well as to have become the .. ahem ... "pillar of the community of fans of In Extremo in Italy (which if it reaches the decade is already a lot) was to see them live. Not an easy task, since the In Extremo have never set foot on Italian soil. At the beginning of 2007 I began to ask myself the question of how to deal with this my fundamental gap. After a careful study on cross-site \\ day \\ European state most suitable for the event, I chose to go to Barcelona, March 13. The first problem that was posed to find tickets. Of course, no Italian track to sell tickets for In Extremo. From the official site you could only buy those for dates in Germany. Other sites we offer shipping that cost three times the ticket itself. To go in there without buying it at the time and not even mentioned. I had to be at the forefront, in the arms of that singer's super cool and I did not have time to buy tickets at the entrance, with the risk that maybe you were over. I found a site that allows you to buy and collect tickets at the box office two hours before the concert and it seemed a good compromise. Afterwards I looked for a hostel near the venue so that we can go back even late at night without any means of transport, and finally the flight. The program was as follows: arrival on the morning of 13, hurried visit to the city, then a concert. Day Out on 14, returning on 15 morning. All the calculated minimum details. And so he took away my second trip to a concert in a foreign land. MI appostai in front of '"Apolo" to 18, gates opening hours: 20.30. It was just me and two girls darkettone with a black rose in her hand. The ticket office was still closed, but I allowed myself to wait half an hour saw the clause: "2 hours earlier ... at 19.00 there was no living soul, while they were increased (only slightly, to be honest) people waiting. Now we would have been a dozen. I started to get worried: maybe the ticket was not to stop but I was seeing was from another side of the room? how to move without losing their jobs?!?! I tried to keep a cool head required: all the place was still closed, and the ticket was certainly the one I had before me. Maybe it was just that the English were a little 'stragglers, you could always claim the efficiency of Berlin, where they had even started early! At 19:10 the doors opened the room (but NOT the ticket) and it came out pretty nice bass player and two of the group that smiled at us and passing us like stupid idiots to look at them without any shred of pulling out a camera or a pen to do autographs. Nothing. We passed by and not let them go away. At 19.30 I was angry for two reasons: one because The ticket was even more desolate Death Valley in August, two because we had passed in front of half of the group and we had made a chip. People began to be more numerous, had arrived that security had begun to put the barriers, I was like the third or fourth person in line, but what the hell he used to be there by six if he had not a shred of bilglietto? When he opened his cock fucking ticket?!?! Those security guards were no help because I nodded sympathetically to questions that did not clearly understand a shit. Suddenly I realized that behind me there were now two lines of people behind the barriers, all beautiful happy with their ticket in their hands in plain sight and that all that I had was a crumpled sheet printed by the PC in which it was written that I had bought the ticket at the ticket and had to withdraw after submission of: this email, ID and credit card with which I had paid. At 20.00 we saw the streams of smoke coming from his ears. At 20.15 I had already resigned to the fact that when they open the gates of all I would have passed on while I stop at the ticket office. At 20:30 they opened the gates and the ticket office. The type of the ticket vaguely resembled Riff Raff Rocky Horror Picture Show that has just got high, I do not know if you get the idea. I slam the front of all the documents in my hand and told him that I had booked the ticket online. The person in front of me with the phlegm of a sick AIS, pulled out a set of envelopes from a drawer, then checked the name on my identity card and began to flow very slowly envelopes, one by one reading the names that were overwritten. Obviously it was my last. Then he opened the envelope and took out the ticket and another small piece of paper they had my reservation number and that of my credit card. He started to compare to see if all numerini conicidevano. Meanwhile, I slammed head against the wall. I could hear people behind me, come and climb the stairs to the room, one after another, and I already imagined the place full of people. At last I managed to get hold of a ticket. Running up the stairs two at a time determined to do to jostle for position to earn a somewhat 'decent. The sight that stood before me left me puzzled for a moment: in front of the stage was empty, apart from the two darkettone who were with me to the beginning. The others who had made an hour standing in a row, strolled calmly through the room (albeit small) looking at the merchandise or ordering beer. Trotterellai a little 'disbelief until the barrier front of the stage and leaned against the backpack almost central position. The stage was really a meter from me. When the concert started, I was really into the arms of Micha, I could see the pebbles trapped under the sole of his NewRocks and droplets of sweat that fell on the skin. This was a slap-up the front row. My first true front row to be honest. Another dream come true. Then the day after I was hit by an acute gastroenteritis. But that's another story yet. Photos of the concert can be found as usual on my space photo at: viewmorepics.myspace.com / index.cfm And I leave you with the video for "Vollmond" taken directly from under the shoes of Micha, P
Now you understand as they are made. I'm going to still short. In all areas of my life, but especially in music and in humans (for other fields that often go together ... but that's another story). The sets were next in Rammstein's In Extremo. A group that plays "Rock Mittelalter", otherwise known as "Folk rock", also known as the hell you want. I am a German group (just to stay on the subject) that basically rearranged old songs, Celtic, Latin, Finnish and so on and so forth, in a rock-metal modern. While retaining the original language: Latin, langue d'oc, the ancient language now lost have been lost if there is a reason. A group of crazy, unknown to most people, at least here in Italy. The culprit of this new obsession was my boyfriend at the time, he tried to convert me to think of In Extremo more or less since we met. I stood stoically a couple of years, arguing that he was describing how I had to be a music group that was really awful. Then one day, unbeknownst to me put them on a cd on the car and I fell in love. I started looking for all the material available online about six Teutonic, but I discovered with dismay (though did not have to be much surprise) that the material in English was scarce, and there was not just Italian material the shadow. But do you think I let myself be discouraged? Absolutely NO. And with the masochism that distinguishes me, I decided that if there was an Italian site on the In Extremo, I would have done. I do not know anything about html and above all I never learned German! The fact is that with the help of a datatissimo Frontpage 2000, a vocabulary of German, one Latin and one French translation, and a lot of patience, was also born the first Italian page dedicated to In Extremo. And you can find it at this address: www.inextremo / altervista.org (I ask forgiveness from the beginning to those who will visit, but the new version for months "under construction" ... -__-" but the basics are there, in fact) The only thing missing at this point, as well as to have become the .. ahem ... "pillar of the community of fans of In Extremo in Italy (which if it reaches the decade is already a lot) was to see them live. Not an easy task, since the In Extremo have never set foot on Italian soil. At the beginning of 2007 I began to ask myself the question of how to deal with this my fundamental gap. After a careful study on cross-site \\ day \\ European state most suitable for the event, I chose to go to Barcelona, March 13. The first problem that was posed to find tickets. Of course, no Italian track to sell tickets for In Extremo. From the official site you could only buy those for dates in Germany. Other sites we offer shipping that cost three times the ticket itself. To go in there without buying it at the time and not even mentioned. I had to be at the forefront, in the arms of that singer's super cool and I did not have time to buy tickets at the entrance, with the risk that maybe you were over. I found a site that allows you to buy and collect tickets at the box office two hours before the concert and it seemed a good compromise. Afterwards I looked for a hostel near the venue so that we can go back even late at night without any means of transport, and finally the flight. The program was as follows: arrival on the morning of 13, hurried visit to the city, then a concert. Day Out on 14, returning on 15 morning. All the calculated minimum details. And so he took away my second trip to a concert in a foreign land. MI appostai in front of '"Apolo" to 18, gates opening hours: 20.30. It was just me and two girls darkettone with a black rose in her hand. The ticket office was still closed, but I allowed myself to wait half an hour saw the clause: "2 hours earlier ... at 19.00 there was no living soul, while they were increased (only slightly, to be honest) people waiting. Now we would have been a dozen. I started to get worried: maybe the ticket was not to stop but I was seeing was from another side of the room? how to move without losing their jobs?!?! I tried to keep a cool head required: all the place was still closed, and the ticket was certainly the one I had before me. Maybe it was just that the English were a little 'stragglers, you could always claim the efficiency of Berlin, where they had even started early! At 19:10 the doors opened the room (but NOT the ticket) and it came out pretty nice bass player and two of the group that smiled at us and passing us like stupid idiots to look at them without any shred of pulling out a camera or a pen to do autographs. Nothing. We passed by and not let them go away. At 19.30 I was angry for two reasons: one because The ticket was even more desolate Death Valley in August, two because we had passed in front of half of the group and we had made a chip. People began to be more numerous, had arrived that security had begun to put the barriers, I was like the third or fourth person in line, but what the hell he used to be there by six if he had not a shred of bilglietto? When he opened his cock fucking ticket?!?! Those security guards were no help because I nodded sympathetically to questions that did not clearly understand a shit. Suddenly I realized that behind me there were now two lines of people behind the barriers, all beautiful happy with their ticket in their hands in plain sight and that all that I had was a crumpled sheet printed by the PC in which it was written that I had bought the ticket at the ticket and had to withdraw after submission of: this email, ID and credit card with which I had paid. At 20.00 we saw the streams of smoke coming from his ears. At 20.15 I had already resigned to the fact that when they open the gates of all I would have passed on while I stop at the ticket office. At 20:30 they opened the gates and the ticket office. The type of the ticket vaguely resembled Riff Raff Rocky Horror Picture Show that has just got high, I do not know if you get the idea. I slam the front of all the documents in my hand and told him that I had booked the ticket online. The person in front of me with the phlegm of a sick AIS, pulled out a set of envelopes from a drawer, then checked the name on my identity card and began to flow very slowly envelopes, one by one reading the names that were overwritten. Obviously it was my last. Then he opened the envelope and took out the ticket and another small piece of paper they had my reservation number and that of my credit card. He started to compare to see if all numerini conicidevano. Meanwhile, I slammed head against the wall. I could hear people behind me, come and climb the stairs to the room, one after another, and I already imagined the place full of people. At last I managed to get hold of a ticket. Running up the stairs two at a time determined to do to jostle for position to earn a somewhat 'decent. The sight that stood before me left me puzzled for a moment: in front of the stage was empty, apart from the two darkettone who were with me to the beginning. The others who had made an hour standing in a row, strolled calmly through the room (albeit small) looking at the merchandise or ordering beer. Trotterellai a little 'disbelief until the barrier front of the stage and leaned against the backpack almost central position. The stage was really a meter from me. When the concert started, I was really into the arms of Micha, I could see the pebbles trapped under the sole of his NewRocks and droplets of sweat that fell on the skin. This was a slap-up the front row. My first true front row to be honest. Another dream come true. Then the day after I was hit by an acute gastroenteritis. But that's another story yet. Photos of the concert can be found as usual on my space photo at: viewmorepics.myspace.com / index.cfm And I leave you with the video for "Vollmond" taken directly from under the shoes of Micha, P
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
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Heinkeken Jammin 'Festival (which is my "first times") as Wuhleheide
The Heineken Jammin Festivals - when you were still in Imola - were without a doubt my "training ships" when it comes to concerts. In fact in my "Music puberty, if we exclude the Gods of Metal '99 when I dragged my father because I absolutely wanted to go see Metallica, and some MTV Day, HJF was the 'Event' And with the capital. My first Heienken was definitely a hit. Not so much as concerts in itself - it was the year Guns'n'Roses pit where they gave the last moment and remained as headliners The Offspring. I had to ò a lady's ass, because I had just finished my stage GNR and I was going to punk-rock in the Offspring, so basically I was more than happy anyway. But most of those who had bought tickets NO. In fact, many even went there. This paved the way for me and my best friend, that when we presented ourselves in a good hour before the gates, to our amazement we were able to acaparrarci the famous "bracelets" (which I held him for more than a month and still jealously guarded by some part), which gave us the right to access the even more famous "first bath". For the uninitiated, the "first bath" is a bit 'paradise dell'HJF or cordoned off the area just below the stage at which they are able to access the first to arrive and from which one can then come and go at will. "The first pool - once told us of a security - is considered potentially the most" dangerous "and then they get a lot less people than there actually would be. The first pool is different from the "second tank" as well as to be obviously more away from the stage, but also because it is packed up its last legs. "With the wisdom of the man of the world, the security officer had added:" I'm in the front row in second tank, there'd be never. You are pressed against the fences and miss you're near the stage. Who makes you do '? "So that first HJF able to enter fluency in heaven and we spent the whole day stretched out in the sun, getting up and getting closer to the stage only to hear the groups that count the most ( I personally also found the time to review a little 'quiz theory test for driving school). We entered and went out with the bath do Vips, passing in front of others waving the legendary bracelets liter bottles of water with freshly bought in hand, past all the others that we looked hungry and envious. Yes, we heard the very ...
But we were accustomed too well. The year after it tried to do an encore at the concert of RHCP but failed miserably and ended up in second bath. The time of Red Hot, my friend and her boyfriend decided to retire at the edge of the tub while I cry to "back off if it dies," he won the seat in the front row in second bath. Exactly. Just what we had strongly recommended the man on the security during the previous year. In fact the game does not avail much the candle, but I began to understand how you must feel in the front row (the real one) and found also a pity that poor soul out of my small size, stood behind me decided to shield me with his body. Survived. All in all pretty good too. A bit 'matured but pretty good. There followed a bit 'of Heineken without special praise, and then get to what so far has been my last HJF. It was 2006. The year of Metallica and the World Cup. That's what my speech was "hot" in the blog that I kept in those days ... "And 'MOST WAS THE CONCERT' grueling OF MY LIFE !!!!!!!! Other than Rammstein Wuhleheide in the second row!! Indeed, Perhaps if we were in the front row, was anything but exhausting ... but first things first ... H 8.30 - Wake up: the program was to start at around 9-9.15 and get around the racetrack 10.00 - that is, an hour before the opening of the gates - so try to slip into the tank A, also called Bazza bathtub, "because if you go there, then you can also do the shit that you like within the following 10 hours and come back looking fresh before the beginning of the concert. H 10.10 - parked in the parking lot of a friend of ours who lives behind the racetrack and call Elia and Andrea who were there the day before to hear about the move at the gates. They provide us beautiful beautiful are already inside in a tub xkè ^ ste dickheads have opened the gates at 9.30 am, however, reassure us by saying that they still get ... I do not really reassure me, since I remember how far we still have to do to get to the gates and the gates of the stage ... and in fact ... H 10.30ca - We reach the 1st tank that obviously had already stopped making people go. But there are people lining up, because rumor that start to make come soon. Indeed, though the 1st tank is kept fairly empty on purpose, it was just too empty should contain 3000 people and 3000 people had trouble seeing them around the circuit! Meanwhile, the people already entered in the 2nd ... but since you are actually in the second all tight like sausages from the butcher, groped we decide to go for broke and we get in line. Time passes slowly in the heat shocking of the 11 in the morning - and the circuit km of asphalt do not help ... strange rumors began to circulate: some say it does not enter more and we're all there for nothing (but then those of the security hurdles must be just sadistic, xkè there are displaced, and there before us - in the shadow - a grin ..), others The bracelets are finished but are coming, others say it happens every year and they do get around alle3-4 in the afternoon ... H 12.00 - there's mixed signals: we throw water, such as x does not invite us to desist, but the security starts to urlarci that we have to go so there is no point (NOW you tell us ?!?). Many have already given up and we would have a maximum of twenty people before us: if they come in, we're there for sure ... but if it's all a scam?! We, too, along with other fellow sufferers in our same conditions begin to lose hope ... H 12.30 - I give it to him and Fabio on: mica could not stay there all my life! In short, now the circuit was filling and we had arrived there at 10 x the soul of the cock. So we move in a good position cmq - needless to say, even the 2nd tank had been filled - leaning against the railings of the 2nd tank ... but what good position and not subject to the limitations of bracelets, she would become very soon a mortal cage, since everyone would be stuck there ke force. H. 13:00 AC - The heat does not let up and send Fabio to take a few bottles of water (about 1 \\ 2 liters of water = 2 €! !!!!!!)... Thieves in the meantime I keep d 'eye on those who are still in the row x 1 tub x ^ see how much longer can .......................................... resist and magically moves the security and enters the top 50 xsone ca, exulting that come with their blue bracelets ... including the guys who were next to us before our desertion ... - NO COMMENT - H 13.30 ca - From 1 st tank come to visit Elia, Andrea and Christian to keep us a little 'company, but I have two balls that turn not stop anyone and show them the bracelet there have certainly does not improve the situation. I must say that if they have deserved this: Having been to concerts all day before they went to bed MINERAL WATER IN THE PARK covered only by a banner stolen Heineken racetrack, and at 9 am had already had breakfast there that ... H 14.45 - concert begins. Despite all the stage we see him quite. well and I can take some good photos. After the first Face in the Water, there are the Swiss Anfithrion depression who send in the entire race track announcing they had prepared a cover of Testament, but that does not succeed for lack of playing time! Follow the Trivium - good - and at 16.00 the Living Things that they kill him everything that people had on hand, including sandwiches and watermelon rind .... I did not understand why, at the bottom were not poor ... so disgusting ... H 17.10 - Late start Lacuna Coil, and here the pressure of people behind us makes itself felt. If I have to tell the truth is that I do not like them, but I can not say that they did a good gig - one of the choirs unanimous: we want to see her pussy! Naked! And more sophistication like that ... I continue to go from dry to soaked in every 10-15 minutes due to various water balloon made with water bags distributed free by security. That the 14 was not bad either, but at 17 began to be a bit 'tiring. During the Lacuna Coil then we bring you even fire hydrants ... H approx 18:30 - The delay continues to increase. They arrive on stage Avenged Sevenfold, the surprise of the day. I did not know them but I can not make him the compliments: great music and they're really good. The apotheosis came with a cover of Pantera's Walk ... water balloon back and forth of water ... Unfortunately, however, because of the delay (because it could not be overdriven to 21 started the game) but someone had to cut it (the game Heavens no')... and it is up to them (the choice was: they or Darkness is up to you ... then decide if it was a good choice or not ...) 19:55 H - Recovery time starting the Darkness, which form a complete show. What can I say, I do not mind, are too funny! They all did their best pieces, as well as a cover of AC \\ DC. H 21.00 - Start game. I will not elaborate on what because who knows me knows how I feel about this brilliant idea. I just say that the climate of mutual cooperation and on the whole "friendship" that was deployed for all the concerts (we're talking with two strangers, one picks up the morale of each other ...) has become a climate of hostility: you yelled "Sit!" if you had the unfortunate idea to stand up and block the view of others, if you wanted to move from one point to another (even if only from your workstation to process and vice versa) the people you xkè prevented him could not see well. Boy, I tell my heart in my hand: if you wanted to see the game, why do not you stay comfortably home, you spend less? The people should have been there for the music, Metallica or whoever wanted to see and the game had a surplus, not the main course! The thing I was really saddened, and it was really chilling to see a show almost 40,000 people sitting on the ground in silence as automata with his nose up at the screens and woe to those who broke the silence. The same 40,000 people who danced and sang and had arisen until recently. Sorry for venting, but what is really bad blindside me. H 22.30 - fact is, because it will hurt m'aveva blindside, will xkè ke were now almost 12 hours I was there in the heat, standing, soaked 10 min and 10 min after no, it will be because of the side had thrown up to 2 cm from me, cmq I started to think that when they started, Metallica, and people would begin to press seriously, I would have the worst. So, since I came here to hear Metallica and x x not suffer the torments of hell, I decided I wanted to enjoy the concert and I preferred to live. So I have abandoned the position and Fabio so hard that we had defended so far, and we moved to a place where one could breathe a bit more 'air is completely on the side of the stage, next to the entrance of ^ a bathtub. Virtually the same place where We had lined up for the bracelets just arrived in the morning. Much ado about nothing x! H approx 23:10 - With a little 'of late - and after receiving the last foot of water in a water balloon, which I would never dried - Metallica finally come out on stage! Although we do not we could see virtually nothing of the stage, the sound was perfect, and there was more room to go wild (I have heard rumors - from Elijah, Christian and Andrew - before that where they were, however, were not all mummies pogato himself even a little '... well there is! Scherzo, the whole is always envy ...). The four were really super fit, and have played for more than 2H! I really do not know how I still do. As in other dates of this short tour outside the studio, they celebrated their 20th album "Master of Puppets" playing all of the yarn. Hats off guys. In addition they proposed a new song from the new album, imaginatively called "New Song", which I think bodes well. Very different from the style of the previous St.Anger in my opinion. About St.Anger, the pieces played were all taken from old album, except for fuel from Reload. Anyway here's the lineup: The Ecstasy of Gold Creeping Death Fuel Wherever I May Roam The New Song The Unforgiven Battery Master of Puppets The Thing That Should Not Be Welcome Home (Sanitarium) Disposable Heroes Leper Messiah Orion Damage, Inc. - - - - Sad But True Nothing Else Matters One Enter Sandman - - - - Last Caress Seek and Destroy Note the presence of The Unforgiven, which was not so much that they played live - at least here at home - and sent into raptures good part of the racetrack. H 01.30 ca - The concert ends and the exodus begins. We expect Elia, Andrea and Christian who are to leave by the 1st pit, which come after a good 1 / 4 of an hour. In the meantime I'm really a small cloth: they are wet in spots, the hair is reduced to a shapeless thing, I'm not standing up and I close my eyes from sleep. I have a hole behind the left heel with 3-4 layers of skin caused by less DR.MARTENS and I'm dying of cold, a little 'x x upon incoming water throughout the day and a little' x fatigue. The purpose, scope of Adidas jacket remains inside the backpack, bang wet as everything inside, so not very useful. The arrival of three veterans, we are waiting for Angelo, with whom we had met since the Padova concert 2 years ago. Meanwhile, Elijah, Christian, and Fabio, in their sick mind decided to improvise a game of Frisbee at 2 am! (And in fact some have even lose his head ...) H 2.10 ca - Security comes to the evacuees were now few remaining racetrack. So this time I could not even greet Angel! It 'just a tragedy! Slowly we are moving towards the exit (I always would have preferred a foot amputation), and we part acknowledging the other three companions adventure (which, in theory, that morning would have to "stand up" at 6 am to go to work ... ) H 3:00 approx - At a speed of 0.1 km per hour we get finally to the parking lot. I get there only by force of inertia, the brain I think I turned off the exit gates. Now we only miss getting to Bologna about 3:40 H - Pianino pianino, adagin adagino finally come home. I thought this moment would never come. Xò before going to bed, I eat a bit 'of bread and Nutella x calm the hole in my stomach (I had all day pretty much just ate a ham sandwich) and I do a quick wash xkè I was really reduced to a pitiful state (like an illegal immigrant from Albania). H 4.15 ca - FINALLY A NANNA in the arms of Morpheus .... Sunday, June 18 - DEEP COMA zzzzzzzz ........." As c'avevo not want to rewrite it over again I decided to let the excitement (and exhaustion) of that day speak for themselves. Let me make one last "little thought" among my friends who have lived this adventure with me, I also mentioned Christian. Well, not even a year ago, Christian has left us for a motorcycle accident. At this moment, my thoughts fly to you, my friend. I hope that from where you are now, you can enjoy the best concerts.
HJF 2001: I and my friends cheering in the first tank
HJF 2001: I take this opportunity to review driving school ...
HJF 2006: ... do not tell me the first tank!
The Heineken Jammin Festivals - when you were still in Imola - were without a doubt my "training ships" when it comes to concerts. In fact in my "Music puberty, if we exclude the Gods of Metal '99 when I dragged my father because I absolutely wanted to go see Metallica, and some MTV Day, HJF was the 'Event' And with the capital. My first Heienken was definitely a hit. Not so much as concerts in itself - it was the year Guns'n'Roses pit where they gave the last moment and remained as headliners The Offspring. I had to ò a lady's ass, because I had just finished my stage GNR and I was going to punk-rock in the Offspring, so basically I was more than happy anyway. But most of those who had bought tickets NO. In fact, many even went there. This paved the way for me and my best friend, that when we presented ourselves in a good hour before the gates, to our amazement we were able to acaparrarci the famous "bracelets" (which I held him for more than a month and still jealously guarded by some part), which gave us the right to access the even more famous "first bath". For the uninitiated, the "first bath" is a bit 'paradise dell'HJF or cordoned off the area just below the stage at which they are able to access the first to arrive and from which one can then come and go at will. "The first pool - once told us of a security - is considered potentially the most" dangerous "and then they get a lot less people than there actually would be. The first pool is different from the "second tank" as well as to be obviously more away from the stage, but also because it is packed up its last legs. "With the wisdom of the man of the world, the security officer had added:" I'm in the front row in second tank, there'd be never. You are pressed against the fences and miss you're near the stage. Who makes you do '? "So that first HJF able to enter fluency in heaven and we spent the whole day stretched out in the sun, getting up and getting closer to the stage only to hear the groups that count the most ( I personally also found the time to review a little 'quiz theory test for driving school). We entered and went out with the bath do Vips, passing in front of others waving the legendary bracelets liter bottles of water with freshly bought in hand, past all the others that we looked hungry and envious. Yes, we heard the very ...
But we were accustomed too well. The year after it tried to do an encore at the concert of RHCP but failed miserably and ended up in second bath. The time of Red Hot, my friend and her boyfriend decided to retire at the edge of the tub while I cry to "back off if it dies," he won the seat in the front row in second bath. Exactly. Just what we had strongly recommended the man on the security during the previous year. In fact the game does not avail much the candle, but I began to understand how you must feel in the front row (the real one) and found also a pity that poor soul out of my small size, stood behind me decided to shield me with his body. Survived. All in all pretty good too. A bit 'matured but pretty good. There followed a bit 'of Heineken without special praise, and then get to what so far has been my last HJF. It was 2006. The year of Metallica and the World Cup. That's what my speech was "hot" in the blog that I kept in those days ... "And 'MOST WAS THE CONCERT' grueling OF MY LIFE !!!!!!!! Other than Rammstein Wuhleheide in the second row!! Indeed, Perhaps if we were in the front row, was anything but exhausting ... but first things first ... H 8.30 - Wake up: the program was to start at around 9-9.15 and get around the racetrack 10.00 - that is, an hour before the opening of the gates - so try to slip into the tank A, also called Bazza bathtub, "because if you go there, then you can also do the shit that you like within the following 10 hours and come back looking fresh before the beginning of the concert. H 10.10 - parked in the parking lot of a friend of ours who lives behind the racetrack and call Elia and Andrea who were there the day before to hear about the move at the gates. They provide us beautiful beautiful are already inside in a tub xkè ^ ste dickheads have opened the gates at 9.30 am, however, reassure us by saying that they still get ... I do not really reassure me, since I remember how far we still have to do to get to the gates and the gates of the stage ... and in fact ... H 10.30ca - We reach the 1st tank that obviously had already stopped making people go. But there are people lining up, because rumor that start to make come soon. Indeed, though the 1st tank is kept fairly empty on purpose, it was just too empty should contain 3000 people and 3000 people had trouble seeing them around the circuit! Meanwhile, the people already entered in the 2nd ... but since you are actually in the second all tight like sausages from the butcher, groped we decide to go for broke and we get in line. Time passes slowly in the heat shocking of the 11 in the morning - and the circuit km of asphalt do not help ... strange rumors began to circulate: some say it does not enter more and we're all there for nothing (but then those of the security hurdles must be just sadistic, xkè there are displaced, and there before us - in the shadow - a grin ..), others The bracelets are finished but are coming, others say it happens every year and they do get around alle3-4 in the afternoon ... H 12.00 - there's mixed signals: we throw water, such as x does not invite us to desist, but the security starts to urlarci that we have to go so there is no point (NOW you tell us ?!?). Many have already given up and we would have a maximum of twenty people before us: if they come in, we're there for sure ... but if it's all a scam?! We, too, along with other fellow sufferers in our same conditions begin to lose hope ... H 12.30 - I give it to him and Fabio on: mica could not stay there all my life! In short, now the circuit was filling and we had arrived there at 10 x the soul of the cock. So we move in a good position cmq - needless to say, even the 2nd tank had been filled - leaning against the railings of the 2nd tank ... but what good position and not subject to the limitations of bracelets, she would become very soon a mortal cage, since everyone would be stuck there ke force. H. 13:00 AC - The heat does not let up and send Fabio to take a few bottles of water (about 1 \\ 2 liters of water = 2 €! !!!!!!)... Thieves in the meantime I keep d 'eye on those who are still in the row x 1 tub x ^ see how much longer can .......................................... resist and magically moves the security and enters the top 50 xsone ca, exulting that come with their blue bracelets ... including the guys who were next to us before our desertion ... - NO COMMENT - H 13.30 ca - From 1 st tank come to visit Elia, Andrea and Christian to keep us a little 'company, but I have two balls that turn not stop anyone and show them the bracelet there have certainly does not improve the situation. I must say that if they have deserved this: Having been to concerts all day before they went to bed MINERAL WATER IN THE PARK covered only by a banner stolen Heineken racetrack, and at 9 am had already had breakfast there that ... H 14.45 - concert begins. Despite all the stage we see him quite. well and I can take some good photos. After the first Face in the Water, there are the Swiss Anfithrion depression who send in the entire race track announcing they had prepared a cover of Testament, but that does not succeed for lack of playing time! Follow the Trivium - good - and at 16.00 the Living Things that they kill him everything that people had on hand, including sandwiches and watermelon rind .... I did not understand why, at the bottom were not poor ... so disgusting ... H 17.10 - Late start Lacuna Coil, and here the pressure of people behind us makes itself felt. If I have to tell the truth is that I do not like them, but I can not say that they did a good gig - one of the choirs unanimous: we want to see her pussy! Naked! And more sophistication like that ... I continue to go from dry to soaked in every 10-15 minutes due to various water balloon made with water bags distributed free by security. That the 14 was not bad either, but at 17 began to be a bit 'tiring. During the Lacuna Coil then we bring you even fire hydrants ... H approx 18:30 - The delay continues to increase. They arrive on stage Avenged Sevenfold, the surprise of the day. I did not know them but I can not make him the compliments: great music and they're really good. The apotheosis came with a cover of Pantera's Walk ... water balloon back and forth of water ... Unfortunately, however, because of the delay (because it could not be overdriven to 21 started the game) but someone had to cut it (the game Heavens no')... and it is up to them (the choice was: they or Darkness is up to you ... then decide if it was a good choice or not ...) 19:55 H - Recovery time starting the Darkness, which form a complete show. What can I say, I do not mind, are too funny! They all did their best pieces, as well as a cover of AC \\ DC. H 21.00 - Start game. I will not elaborate on what because who knows me knows how I feel about this brilliant idea. I just say that the climate of mutual cooperation and on the whole "friendship" that was deployed for all the concerts (we're talking with two strangers, one picks up the morale of each other ...) has become a climate of hostility: you yelled "Sit!" if you had the unfortunate idea to stand up and block the view of others, if you wanted to move from one point to another (even if only from your workstation to process and vice versa) the people you xkè prevented him could not see well. Boy, I tell my heart in my hand: if you wanted to see the game, why do not you stay comfortably home, you spend less? The people should have been there for the music, Metallica or whoever wanted to see and the game had a surplus, not the main course! The thing I was really saddened, and it was really chilling to see a show almost 40,000 people sitting on the ground in silence as automata with his nose up at the screens and woe to those who broke the silence. The same 40,000 people who danced and sang and had arisen until recently. Sorry for venting, but what is really bad blindside me. H 22.30 - fact is, because it will hurt m'aveva blindside, will xkè ke were now almost 12 hours I was there in the heat, standing, soaked 10 min and 10 min after no, it will be because of the side had thrown up to 2 cm from me, cmq I started to think that when they started, Metallica, and people would begin to press seriously, I would have the worst. So, since I came here to hear Metallica and x x not suffer the torments of hell, I decided I wanted to enjoy the concert and I preferred to live. So I have abandoned the position and Fabio so hard that we had defended so far, and we moved to a place where one could breathe a bit more 'air is completely on the side of the stage, next to the entrance of ^ a bathtub. Virtually the same place where We had lined up for the bracelets just arrived in the morning. Much ado about nothing x! H approx 23:10 - With a little 'of late - and after receiving the last foot of water in a water balloon, which I would never dried - Metallica finally come out on stage! Although we do not we could see virtually nothing of the stage, the sound was perfect, and there was more room to go wild (I have heard rumors - from Elijah, Christian and Andrew - before that where they were, however, were not all mummies pogato himself even a little '... well there is! Scherzo, the whole is always envy ...). The four were really super fit, and have played for more than 2H! I really do not know how I still do. As in other dates of this short tour outside the studio, they celebrated their 20th album "Master of Puppets" playing all of the yarn. Hats off guys. In addition they proposed a new song from the new album, imaginatively called "New Song", which I think bodes well. Very different from the style of the previous St.Anger in my opinion. About St.Anger, the pieces played were all taken from old album, except for fuel from Reload. Anyway here's the lineup: The Ecstasy of Gold Creeping Death Fuel Wherever I May Roam The New Song The Unforgiven Battery Master of Puppets The Thing That Should Not Be Welcome Home (Sanitarium) Disposable Heroes Leper Messiah Orion Damage, Inc. - - - - Sad But True Nothing Else Matters One Enter Sandman - - - - Last Caress Seek and Destroy Note the presence of The Unforgiven, which was not so much that they played live - at least here at home - and sent into raptures good part of the racetrack. H 01.30 ca - The concert ends and the exodus begins. We expect Elia, Andrea and Christian who are to leave by the 1st pit, which come after a good 1 / 4 of an hour. In the meantime I'm really a small cloth: they are wet in spots, the hair is reduced to a shapeless thing, I'm not standing up and I close my eyes from sleep. I have a hole behind the left heel with 3-4 layers of skin caused by less DR.MARTENS and I'm dying of cold, a little 'x x upon incoming water throughout the day and a little' x fatigue. The purpose, scope of Adidas jacket remains inside the backpack, bang wet as everything inside, so not very useful. The arrival of three veterans, we are waiting for Angelo, with whom we had met since the Padova concert 2 years ago. Meanwhile, Elijah, Christian, and Fabio, in their sick mind decided to improvise a game of Frisbee at 2 am! (And in fact some have even lose his head ...) H 2.10 ca - Security comes to the evacuees were now few remaining racetrack. So this time I could not even greet Angel! It 'just a tragedy! Slowly we are moving towards the exit (I always would have preferred a foot amputation), and we part acknowledging the other three companions adventure (which, in theory, that morning would have to "stand up" at 6 am to go to work ... ) H 3:00 approx - At a speed of 0.1 km per hour we get finally to the parking lot. I get there only by force of inertia, the brain I think I turned off the exit gates. Now we only miss getting to Bologna about 3:40 H - Pianino pianino, adagin adagino finally come home. I thought this moment would never come. Xò before going to bed, I eat a bit 'of bread and Nutella x calm the hole in my stomach (I had all day pretty much just ate a ham sandwich) and I do a quick wash xkè I was really reduced to a pitiful state (like an illegal immigrant from Albania). H 4.15 ca - FINALLY A NANNA in the arms of Morpheus .... Sunday, June 18 - DEEP COMA zzzzzzzz ........." As c'avevo not want to rewrite it over again I decided to let the excitement (and exhaustion) of that day speak for themselves. Let me make one last "little thought" among my friends who have lived this adventure with me, I also mentioned Christian. Well, not even a year ago, Christian has left us for a motorcycle accident. At this moment, my thoughts fly to you, my friend. I hope that from where you are now, you can enjoy the best concerts.
HJF 2001: I and my friends cheering in the first tank
HJF 2001: I take this opportunity to review driving school ... HJF 2006: ... do not tell me the first tank!
HJF 2006: ... the first signs of slowing down (mentally) ... 
Monday, October 5, 2009
Can You Make A Dummy Phone Into A Real One?
W, Berlin (ie, my first front row) M
2005 was the year of Rammstein. What can you do, are like that. I fixed up a group and I attack it like a mussel. So after downloading random video of their concert (in the face of those who argue that downloading music is killing the music industry) and being their first (and so far only, sob) concert in Italy, which started here the fixed and I bought the complete discography, including rare, and bsides amenicoli different. I found bread for my teeth in a mailing list (which would soon flow into the official website of the Italian Rammstein, thanks to my modest contribution) where I could meet other people with me as Rammstein. We see that the 6 Krauts East Berlin has the power to draw to themselves bands of fanatics rather tough, because in a few months, just at that meeting was born the idea of organizing an expedition to Berlin on the occasion of their four concerts in the capital. So a handful of Italian fans - including me of course - that they had never seen his face before, set off to conquer the German soil.
Now, I do not know what you know that group, but when we speak of a Rammstein concert, talking about pyro, arcs of fire, cooking pots in which the poor keyboard, guitar and bursting with sparks going off in this kind of bizarre. This means that yes, seeing the show from the stands is good, but seeing him in the front row is definitely better. Would you like to be put a blanched face fiammazza shot a few feet away? And to have 10,000 people behind you as you crush a sardine? Very nice. It 'was my first concert in the front row (ok, technically I was in second, but when it is splashed across all the hurdles, the first or second does not make much difference, except that the second is waaay more awkward ). And I must tell you one fact, one can not do without. It 'a drug. It 's like seeing a movie in HD and then rivederselo on a normal TV. Yes, the film is still the same, but - guys - THERE 'S NO COMPARISON.
But back to us.
The program was drawn up as follows: gate opening hours: 17.00 - hours before the aforementioned meeting: 14.30. Hoping that there was already too crowded at the entrances. And hoping that what we were stationed in front of which we would be the first to open (on this, unfortunately we could only rely on fate). The location of the event was exactly the Parkbühne Wuhleheide (the Germans did not want to hurt me if I write it without the dots, but I never understood how to put them on the keyboard), a huge outdoor arena of 10,000 people (even a little 'more) located in a park just outside Berlin. All sooo picturesque.
In perfect time of schedule, at 14.30 they had die-hard, however, decided to take the front row despite the heat of June in Berlin - that I and two other "friends" just met - we posted outside the gate and started patiently waiting.
At 16.30 there was a blatant imitation of the security guys at the other side of the railings that would seem to open at times, it caused considerable shock wave forward, but served to us and other two or three by the quick reflexes to overcome those who had not been so quick to alzarsi in piedi (ragazzi, davanti ai cancelli dei concerti c'è una selezione naturale durissima in cui o calpesti o vieni calpestato, non voletemene male). Fatto sta che l'ultima mezz'ora la passammo comunque già in piedi ben ammassati l'uno contro l'altro, come poi sarebbe successo per le seguenti 7 ore e mezzo.
Poi i cancelli del paradiso si aprirono e si scatenò l'inferno.
L'inferno per me è stata una corsa che mi parve infinita per raggiungere il palco posto ad una distanza X davanti a me. Sì perchè in realtà, quando i cancelli si aprirono, nessuno di noi aveva idea di dove dovesse correre per reach the goal. We were like the famous lions, gazelles and famous. No matter who you are or why. But hurry, DICK! Before us was a tortuous path that seemed a little hill and quite sweet (not as sweet as it looked, though) that seemed to be the fastest way to reach the stage. So we threw ourselves on that. Travel reached the top of the climb that had seemed endless, with shortness of breath and his legs were not happy, irrationally I thought I'd seen leaning over the hill somehow the stage in front of me. In fact it was true. The stage was in front of me. It was enough to top of the hill on the other side of the stone steps and take the small remaining space the size of a football field (at least so it seemed to me). My "friends" had already disappeared in the distance I could see them scurry about on the grass closer to the goal. Next to me, hordes of Germans of all ages were already past me, probably hoping in their hearts that I would have broken her leg down so there would be one less person on whose elbowing under the stage. I threw myself headlong to the bleachers, every step I felt convinced that his ankle with a wonderful yield CRACK. The distance of the lawn covered her tripping and holding the spleen with one hand, we lacked only the voiceover shouting RUN FORREST! and would be a perfect scene. Ok, it was not thanks to me that we were able to win the second row. When I joined them, my faithful companions had just met me taking a place among them. I thanked them warmly, thinking to myself that I would not have survived anyway as I was putting up at the beginning of the concert. Then the heart has started beating at a speed of human breathing is regular again (after a long time) and I are able to enjoy the spectacle of thousands of people continued to come after me, and every inch was occupied as free arena.
To More ... the concert was obviously fantastic. I will not tell you about it because it certainly would be quite sterile, the reviews of the concerts for me are the most useless thing in the world. What they played, how they played ... as you can convey an emotion like that? Anyone who has been to a concert, anyone who has experienced a concert, you know what I mean. I can only tell you that there were also moments of discomfort and fatigue, panic touched, squeezed in the middle of the hot and sometimes with little air get to my very modest and sixty meters in height. Back pain, leg pain, headache. Seven hours spent standing there, not has been a breeze. But every time I leave home hours before a concert with my backpack, ready to "fight" for the umpteenth first (or second) row, the only feelings that I remember are the adrenaline flowing in the few moments before, looks comradely your neighbor's elbow waiting (unless you happen to close a dickhead, which unfortunately sometimes happens), the thrill of yelling out loud together as a thing all the lyrics. And then, last but not least, see the artist - or group - a few inches or feet of you, see them droplets of sweat on his face, every expression, even the less "pussy," his Scazzi (which are always there) and realize that he is basically a person like you, a friend of drinking, someone to make a casino night in the company. And when I'm there, guys, I'm at peace with life. Amen.
To see my photos of the concert, I refer you to my myspace photo, following the link below:
http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&friendID=434199146&albumId = 128797
The entrance of the arena
The Parkbühne seen from (ie the view that I presented itself once it reaches the top of the "hill ")... no surprise that I arrived breathless at the barrier, right? O___O 
... during the concert ...
Me and my partner in our venture 2nd row rightly earned (note the visible satisfaction in our eyes)
The arena starts to fill up in my ... view
moment of tiredness ... sitting in the crowd
At the end of show, tired but happy (compare the expressions with the first photo to get an idea ...)
2005 was the year of Rammstein. What can you do, are like that. I fixed up a group and I attack it like a mussel. So after downloading random video of their concert (in the face of those who argue that downloading music is killing the music industry) and being their first (and so far only, sob) concert in Italy, which started here the fixed and I bought the complete discography, including rare, and bsides amenicoli different. I found bread for my teeth in a mailing list (which would soon flow into the official website of the Italian Rammstein, thanks to my modest contribution) where I could meet other people with me as Rammstein. We see that the 6 Krauts East Berlin has the power to draw to themselves bands of fanatics rather tough, because in a few months, just at that meeting was born the idea of organizing an expedition to Berlin on the occasion of their four concerts in the capital. So a handful of Italian fans - including me of course - that they had never seen his face before, set off to conquer the German soil.
Now, I do not know what you know that group, but when we speak of a Rammstein concert, talking about pyro, arcs of fire, cooking pots in which the poor keyboard, guitar and bursting with sparks going off in this kind of bizarre. This means that yes, seeing the show from the stands is good, but seeing him in the front row is definitely better. Would you like to be put a blanched face fiammazza shot a few feet away? And to have 10,000 people behind you as you crush a sardine? Very nice. It 'was my first concert in the front row (ok, technically I was in second, but when it is splashed across all the hurdles, the first or second does not make much difference, except that the second is waaay more awkward ). And I must tell you one fact, one can not do without. It 'a drug. It 's like seeing a movie in HD and then rivederselo on a normal TV. Yes, the film is still the same, but - guys - THERE 'S NO COMPARISON.
But back to us.
The program was drawn up as follows: gate opening hours: 17.00 - hours before the aforementioned meeting: 14.30. Hoping that there was already too crowded at the entrances. And hoping that what we were stationed in front of which we would be the first to open (on this, unfortunately we could only rely on fate). The location of the event was exactly the Parkbühne Wuhleheide (the Germans did not want to hurt me if I write it without the dots, but I never understood how to put them on the keyboard), a huge outdoor arena of 10,000 people (even a little 'more) located in a park just outside Berlin. All sooo picturesque.
In perfect time of schedule, at 14.30 they had die-hard, however, decided to take the front row despite the heat of June in Berlin - that I and two other "friends" just met - we posted outside the gate and started patiently waiting.
At 16.30 there was a blatant imitation of the security guys at the other side of the railings that would seem to open at times, it caused considerable shock wave forward, but served to us and other two or three by the quick reflexes to overcome those who had not been so quick to alzarsi in piedi (ragazzi, davanti ai cancelli dei concerti c'è una selezione naturale durissima in cui o calpesti o vieni calpestato, non voletemene male). Fatto sta che l'ultima mezz'ora la passammo comunque già in piedi ben ammassati l'uno contro l'altro, come poi sarebbe successo per le seguenti 7 ore e mezzo.
Poi i cancelli del paradiso si aprirono e si scatenò l'inferno.
L'inferno per me è stata una corsa che mi parve infinita per raggiungere il palco posto ad una distanza X davanti a me. Sì perchè in realtà, quando i cancelli si aprirono, nessuno di noi aveva idea di dove dovesse correre per reach the goal. We were like the famous lions, gazelles and famous. No matter who you are or why. But hurry, DICK! Before us was a tortuous path that seemed a little hill and quite sweet (not as sweet as it looked, though) that seemed to be the fastest way to reach the stage. So we threw ourselves on that. Travel reached the top of the climb that had seemed endless, with shortness of breath and his legs were not happy, irrationally I thought I'd seen leaning over the hill somehow the stage in front of me. In fact it was true. The stage was in front of me. It was enough to top of the hill on the other side of the stone steps and take the small remaining space the size of a football field (at least so it seemed to me). My "friends" had already disappeared in the distance I could see them scurry about on the grass closer to the goal. Next to me, hordes of Germans of all ages were already past me, probably hoping in their hearts that I would have broken her leg down so there would be one less person on whose elbowing under the stage. I threw myself headlong to the bleachers, every step I felt convinced that his ankle with a wonderful yield CRACK. The distance of the lawn covered her tripping and holding the spleen with one hand, we lacked only the voiceover shouting RUN FORREST! and would be a perfect scene. Ok, it was not thanks to me that we were able to win the second row. When I joined them, my faithful companions had just met me taking a place among them. I thanked them warmly, thinking to myself that I would not have survived anyway as I was putting up at the beginning of the concert. Then the heart has started beating at a speed of human breathing is regular again (after a long time) and I are able to enjoy the spectacle of thousands of people continued to come after me, and every inch was occupied as free arena.
To More ... the concert was obviously fantastic. I will not tell you about it because it certainly would be quite sterile, the reviews of the concerts for me are the most useless thing in the world. What they played, how they played ... as you can convey an emotion like that? Anyone who has been to a concert, anyone who has experienced a concert, you know what I mean. I can only tell you that there were also moments of discomfort and fatigue, panic touched, squeezed in the middle of the hot and sometimes with little air get to my very modest and sixty meters in height. Back pain, leg pain, headache. Seven hours spent standing there, not has been a breeze. But every time I leave home hours before a concert with my backpack, ready to "fight" for the umpteenth first (or second) row, the only feelings that I remember are the adrenaline flowing in the few moments before, looks comradely your neighbor's elbow waiting (unless you happen to close a dickhead, which unfortunately sometimes happens), the thrill of yelling out loud together as a thing all the lyrics. And then, last but not least, see the artist - or group - a few inches or feet of you, see them droplets of sweat on his face, every expression, even the less "pussy," his Scazzi (which are always there) and realize that he is basically a person like you, a friend of drinking, someone to make a casino night in the company. And when I'm there, guys, I'm at peace with life. Amen.
To see my photos of the concert, I refer you to my myspace photo, following the link below:
http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewPicture&friendID=434199146&albumId = 128797
The entrance of the arena The Parkbühne seen from (ie the view that I presented itself once it reaches the top of the "hill ")... no surprise that I arrived breathless at the barrier, right? O___O ... during the concert ... Me and my partner in our venture 2nd row rightly earned (note the visible satisfaction in our eyes) The arena starts to fill up in my ... view moment of tiredness ... sitting in the crowd At the end of show, tired but happy (compare the expressions with the first photo to get an idea ...) Sunday, September 13, 2009
How Does Temporal Artery Biopsy Pay
like Metallica (or: my first love)
The autograph of Kirk Hammet 
James that pass us by ignoring all
Metallica were my teenage idols. If it were not for them, I would probably still be here to listen to Backstreetboys ... (Aarrghh). I fell in love with them instantly when I saw the video on MTV Unforgiven II (yes, MTV!) And since then my life has changed. In short, in short, to meet Metallica for me was like meeting my gods on earth. Above the age of 20. In the winter of 2003 were playing in Bologna, my city. It was the first time I saw them in concert all over them - I had been to see them at the Gods of Metal and the Heineken Jammin Festival - and for the opportunity I had made the advance from my ragalo Christmas, a digital camera, with the intention of filming the concert and then be able to drool over James sitting on the couch. (To give you an idea of my reverence for this man, when at 17 I went on vacation in California and landed at the airport of San Francisco - a city of just Four Horsemen - my first thought was: "I'm breathing the air we breathe James! "Behold, I was putting so).
fact is that I, my boyfriend of the time and a couple of my other friends we went to the sports hall with a fairly early to be able to take tactical places where you can take the stage for good. I should already suspect that the evening would be characterized by bad luck when at the guys who check the authenticity of tickets the second they stopped me because my ticket was not valid. After a fight with a bar code reader that he refused to validate my ticket (bought months earlier at Ticketone obviously spending, among other anger of God) was able to come in and place me in the stands while all the other boys crowded at the front under the stage. Convinced that once entered and passed to the search if no one could have done more to my video camera, I began to film the concert with a skill worthy of a French neo-realist film, complete with a change of scenes, camera angles and so on. Unfortunately, when the concert was close to the end, a madman slapped me on my shoulder and told him to hand over the casket. I did so with a heavy heart - I learned only many years later that the security has absolutely the right to confiscate anything. The upset that I had on returning home that night I only know (and those poor guys that my friends had to endure my emotional collapse after the incident). Going to bed I decided that no sarei mai più andata ad un concerto dei Metallica, anzi non li avrei mai più nemmeno ascoltati, fanculo! Io gli avevo dato parte della mia vita e così la sorte mi ripagava di tanta devozione??
La mattina dopo (ero un'universitaria per cui fondamentalmente avevo poco o niente da fare) mi alzai con ancora la scimmia addosso, mi vestii di borchie e pelle, smalto nero sulle unghie e chili di eyliner sugli occhi e così conciata andai a farmi un giretto in centro sperando di sbollirmi esternando in quel modo il mio umor nero. Passando distrattamente davanti al Grand Hotel Baglioni su via Indipendenza, notai un curioso capannello di ragazzi che attendevano davanti all'uscita. Incuriosita I looked deeper and realized that one of them clutched to himself as a relic of a vinyl Metallica. All my intentions to disown them forever from my life collapsed when I realized that could be a few meters from me and that was the only road they had to leave the hotel. I leaned against a pillar of the porch and began to wait. In the meantime I realized that when they leave I could do little: I had nothing for me to autograph and even a camera to capture the scene. I called my mother who worked not far from downtown and fortunately it was a job that allowed him to be absent in case of need. I explained that this was a case of absolute necessity ', probably there would have been a greater need in the history of our family, and I needed a huge favor. I needed: A) a CD autographed by me and B) a disposable camera (at the time the camera phones were still something of science fiction). Since I obviously I had all of their cd (and make do with a house was really too much to ask), I contrived to make me buy a single to remember that is 100 m away. Obviously I could go there myself but I was mathematically certain that when I'd moved away from there, they would come out. So he went to remember the holy woman, then into a tobacconist's shop nearby and he brought me a camera, CDs and - moved by pity as it had become time for lunch - a ham sandwich. Then he went back to work. And I continued to wait. At about 14 here and leave open the magic door and James Kirk. The others were not there, had already left or were in another hotel but who cares! There was James! My god! I did elbowing their way through the small crowd that was huddled up in the meantime, Kirk was the first to go. Acting like a gentleman and already with the pen hand, the guitarist of Metallica has signed all the autographs of the event with a smile on your face for the occasion. James, released soon after, but did not consider any of us and slipped in the van with tinted windows that was waiting for them. There we were all a little 'shit. But who cares? Yes I had the autograph of my personal deity but He had passed me a few inches away and I could see for a few seconds in all its glory. I was already so happy (I did not take much time). Obviously in hindsight I reproached myself for having lost the only opportunity of my life where I could jump on him shouting "Show me your" but to think well maybe it was better that way.
This was my first contact with a rock star. Here is the evidence that my Kodak disposable flash has not been able to hand down to posterity:
The autograph of Kirk Hammet James that pass us by ignoring all
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