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
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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
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