Yesterday was the first metal gig that I've consciously gone to for more than... 3 years, I think. It's an environment that I feel at home in, I've been around these ppl for many years when I was living in Bodoe. I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting to get out of this night, but in any case I was set for a real fun night. And I must say that it was. I went with Anette and Elisabeth, both whom are not familiar with the "metal community," I suppose it's not such a big thing among "eager students." (no pun intended).

I had such a good time. What is strange to me, is that both the girls seemed a bit estranged to the concept of dressing up in black and spikes, only to seemingly worship the dark. It's just an image though. I have to chuckle to myself when I hear their reactions to the people that were there, especially Eli that thought they were a bit scary. Being Norwegian at a metal gig in New Zealand is a bit like being a rock-star, everyone wants to know what bands you've seen live, where you are from, what metal people that are from the place where you're from and so on. To me it was a bit amusing that the scary vocalist at the picture above didn't even know that Gorgoroth is from Norway. It also never fails to amuse me how they're dead scary on stage, then transform into normal boys off stage, that are concerned that their makeup is running, or whether they did a good gig and that people are able to hear the words that they're gurgling into the mike. Just another normal guy. :) I felt like home. Like I went back to a town that I used to live in long ago.
The end result is:
1. I had a really good night yesterday, in spite of talking heeeaps of bullshit
2. My neck is über-sore
3. My hearing is severely reduced, and probably need a couple of days to return to normal.
Totally worth it.