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So, this Friday I went to see Nils Petter Molvær with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mirazandar at her suggestion. And it was the best concert I've been to in my life. When we entered the concert hall, the place was half-full and we got two seats down on the dance floor. Slowly the place filled up with the young and hip crowd of Norway and the two of us felt slightly out of place. The sound-guy insisted on playing what turned out to be a sort of beat in the background instead of music for about an hour and a half while we waited for the band. But, just as I thought I was entering hell, it turned out that this was done to make the concert experience all the sweeter. Not that we needed two hours of hell to feel the absolute sweetness that is Molvær, but it didn't hurt. They entered the stage, lights dimmed and suddenly this amazing techno beat started, the light shows behind the band was spectacular in a Zeromancer-style and the music, the music made you forget where you were, who you were and how much time had passed. It was an experience I'm not able to describe in words without sounding melodramatic, so I will quit trying.
Unfortunately, when me andmirazandar exited the concert we decided to go out and meet people. Giddy from the experience we entered a small pub called Cacadou, and let the magic of the concert be replaced by the questionable "magic" of watching extremely drunk old men attempt to hit on us, with loud music banging in our ears and with too many people crushed into to little space. Redeeming factors: lazerjulie and aj_stalin. Safe to say we went home a little early (2 am) and talked into the night. But parts of me wished we'd gone home straight after the concert.
Saturday was a lovely day of Jenter, øl og sigarer (Girls, beer and cigars) an arragement this year hosted by me where larp-girl go to chat about important things with pizza, chocolate, chips and obscene amounts of alcohol. Safe to say it was super.
Sunday I spent waking up, enjoying my headache from the day before, then cleaned up after it and went toaj_stalins mum's place where we watched Carnivale and drank whisky till the early hours of the morning. Or, that is what we would have done if I hadn't thrown the first glass of whisky of the evening on my computer much like chicks in chickflicks and soap operas throw on male characters. My computer luckily mostly recovered the next day and so it works, if parts of the screen is irredeemably damaged. The world sucks! Instead we drank a smaller amount of whisky and watched old Friends episodes till the early hours of morning, so it was still nice.
Why is this the ultimate weekend post? I don't know, maybe because it includes drinking on both Friday, Saturday and Sunday? Or maybe because it is so long? I don't know, you tell me. Still tired...
Oh, and look at my new icon. Isn't it smashing?
mirazandar at her suggestion. And it was the best concert I've been to in my life. When we entered the concert hall, the place was half-full and we got two seats down on the dance floor. Slowly the place filled up with the young and hip crowd of Norway and the two of us felt slightly out of place. The sound-guy insisted on playing what turned out to be a sort of beat in the background instead of music for about an hour and a half while we waited for the band. But, just as I thought I was entering hell, it turned out that this was done to make the concert experience all the sweeter. Not that we needed two hours of hell to feel the absolute sweetness that is Molvær, but it didn't hurt. They entered the stage, lights dimmed and suddenly this amazing techno beat started, the light shows behind the band was spectacular in a Zeromancer-style and the music, the music made you forget where you were, who you were and how much time had passed. It was an experience I'm not able to describe in words without sounding melodramatic, so I will quit trying.Unfortunately, when me and
mirazandar exited the concert we decided to go out and meet people. Giddy from the experience we entered a small pub called Cacadou, and let the magic of the concert be replaced by the questionable "magic" of watching extremely drunk old men attempt to hit on us, with loud music banging in our ears and with too many people crushed into to little space. Redeeming factors: lazerjulie and aj_stalin. Safe to say we went home a little early (2 am) and talked into the night. But parts of me wished we'd gone home straight after the concert. Saturday was a lovely day of Jenter, øl og sigarer (Girls, beer and cigars) an arragement this year hosted by me where larp-girl go to chat about important things with pizza, chocolate, chips and obscene amounts of alcohol. Safe to say it was super.
Sunday I spent waking up, enjoying my headache from the day before, then cleaned up after it and went to
aj_stalins mum's place where we watched Carnivale and drank whisky till the early hours of the morning. Or, that is what we would have done if I hadn't thrown the first glass of whisky of the evening on my computer much like chicks in chickflicks and soap operas throw on male characters. My computer luckily Why is this the ultimate weekend post? I don't know, maybe because it includes drinking on both Friday, Saturday and Sunday? Or maybe because it is so long? I don't know, you tell me. Still tired...
Oh, and look at my new icon. Isn't it smashing?
