So me and my friend – blood-brother and fellow follower in my despair – payed 666Dkr. for a ticket to a Danish metal festival. We had tried to get the ticket for our soul, but they meant that it was long lost. We went to the youth house in Fredericia. We didn’t know what to expect. We aren’t teens any more. But we didn’t expect, that most of the audience was above 40 and some over 60. But what a great party! Lots of beer, just beer – not like drugs you take to techno parties which makes a fucked up atmosphere – this was the most evil darkest of underground metal. Great atmosphere, lots of strange people – who you definitely, don’t see any where normal place. There had come people from all over the world to this place on the border between world and the cold North. Lots of girls, who looked like that half of the party has screwed them and they waited to the other half should screw them. I met two +70 guys, with Mayhem “De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas” t-shirts and Taake cowboy west. Beautiful to see someone with one food in the grave still hold on to the nihilistic world views. As Voltaire said on his deathbed in response to a priest asking him that he renounce Satan: “Now, now my good man, this is no time to be making enemies.”
Come join us next year – we got cookies (and cheap beers). metal-magic.dk
Der er noget smukt over moderne sportsbegivenheder, hvis man kan se bort fra den klistrede kommercialitet, de er svøbt ind i dag. Jeg interesserer mig faktisk ikke synderligt for sport. Men syntes symbolikken om fredelige dyster mellem nationer frem for krig. Ligesom, jeg også elsker verdensudstillingerne – Expo.