Sunday, 4 October 2015

O Father, O Satan, O Sun.

Last night I saw my favourite metal band, Behemoth. Consummate musicians, with a demanding stage presence, it was worth every penny. And with support from Watain and Bolzer, two other respected and impressive bands, it was almost a mini-festival.
I wish I could say I knew every song, but I just didn't. Seems I need to delve into the back catalogue a little bit more, spend some time with Thelema.6 and Demigod.
Watching guys like this play, it always inspires me to dedicate more time to my own instruments, and as I leave the gig, I'm full of thoughts of spending 6 hours a day practising, really knuckling down and learning to play Eruption in the space of 3 weeks.
Then I go home and eat ice cream.
One thing that really annoyed me was lack of foresight on behalf of the merchandising team. I queued before the doors opened, but at least 300 people got in before me. I went straight to the merchandise stall and dutifully stood in line, only to be told they didn't have any tour shirts left in medium, only XXL. Really? Not everyone is the size of a house, you know. Print some more fucking mediums!

Quibbles aside, I had a great time, and even drank a Coke, because I'm a rebel. I'd rate this a 'Yes' out of 10.

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