Rammstein

Rammstein, live at Home, Leipzig.
It all started with a long queue at the entrance, actually not really well planned. One long unwatched queue where everybody where sneaking in (as me hehehe).
After a 5 Euros for a beer and a Rammstein "plastic glass take me as a souvenir" and a long standing wait Combichrist (electro-darkwave) provided a nice warm up show! One guy had a tuff time then, he was "attached" to one of the drummers of this band as the little backstage help. And it got 30min of coming in and out putting everything back in as Drum pimp was kicking his drums off stage and sending all that he could all over the place. And I though I had a bitch job. He was bitched for half and hour in front of thousands persons. Both drum pimp and bitchy boy made a great job, thanks for it!
20min of wait...The public, impatient, started to whistle... the heat was beating people down only to be calmed down by an air-conditioning quick release. Too bad people were smoking in there, not nice for the non-smokers, but ok... if the alcoholics can have their drugs, why shouldn't they?
Lights off... Rammleid, the opening of the new album start to tune, while the band dig their way in false walls or torch them as we were in a safe. They look like industrial worker/sado-maso freaks. Great the show is beginning...
AND THE ARENA WENT WILD!
I was always surprised to see most german fans really quiet during concerts, even in harder stuff, but this time... Woa! They really got crazy, just like if someone has told to the all Arena that each one of you won the lottery!

As a portuguese fan, it was like being in a Moonspell concert full of portugueses, but looking at the great variety of ages and type of persons, I would say Xutos e Pontapés, or for the frenchies, Mylène Farmer or Johnny Halliday. So much different people enjoying it in a different way! Near the front row, I felt the heat of the flames and the german fans, some lusty chicks started to tease every men nearby while the fans where jumping and mosh-pitting all over. I was too near to avoid it, so time to time, I was right in the middle of it. Nice. Too bad for one guy and his girlfriend, he was right in it and not understanding why everybody else was being pushy all sudden.

Most of the concert was about the new album, in a very straight forward playlist, leaving all chanting the new songs, even the censored ones; the show kept going, to the assistance delight not being so trashy as the pussy video. No sex on stage, but we got the already famous fire show on. Damn; that was hot. Flames, explosions, running man bursting in flames... we got all of it.
Old tunes put all fans jumping around but even when they didn’t play the seeman song the boat surfing over our heads, yeah, I got it over my head (even If I only touched it, I not as big as the people whom were around me).
2 encore to finish the fans with explosions of energy and heavy pyrotechnics and suddenly I realised that 2h30 had just past. Lights went on. All where moving to the usual places, toilets, beer deposit merchandising and the exit.
But in the end it was worth every penny, powerful, hard, energetic and stress reliever. Some creativity, some wild moments a great dose of professionalism and a great show was provided. One of the best shows of 2009,
4 ,5 \m/ out of 5!

For the playlist I actually didn't take notes, but after confirmation it could be this one*:

1. Rammlied
2. B********
3. Waidmanns Heil
4. Keine Lust
5. Weißes Fleisch
6. Feuer frei!
7. Wiener Blut
8. Frühling in Paris
9. Ich tu dir weh
10. Liebe ist für alle da
11. Benzin
12. Links 2-3-4
13. Du hast
14. Pussy
    
    
15. Sonne
16. Haifisch
17. Ich will
    
    
18. Engel

*Playlist from here

Re-centering

Building from scratch also means finding the centering mark for one self. In this wonderful new world one still look for attachment from old memories. Even those from a painful past. Renewal is not only embracing new starts, but setting a finish line for old patterns.
Bringing from the past the good, leaving the rest in Oblivion.

Slowly, I see my past mistakes opened by new eyes on new ground...
Changes occuring while understanding them... without stress, without pain... just being.

slowly but surely

Like a chess game, the pieces are set. Moved, one by one, for an only purpose. Even if we don t see it right now, it all makes sense after the final move.

Goth... again

Dammit I feel the little Goth in me growing...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ROnXv7Z7v28


Again I feel the thrill of hitting the road... once again... =)

MABON

Mabon is finished. Starting of new leads conscious of the old trails and of any stone encountered before. Stones are now part of the path instead of blocking it. As long as I can see they were stones. Gifts are given, sorrow forgiven and light fades up with a smile over the face.
Sun is no more, dark night blossoms as an eternal reminder of the the blessings given and to be given.
Rituals thankfully repeated are the winged desire of a better now, in which the past is the lesson to be learned before ascending to what is aimed.

But enough talk.


Do is the right verb now.

I don t like...

Everytime I stop somewhere I found people I don t like.

Living in Portugal I hated those limited people always around like they owned the truth. Too idiots to see the world is nor black nor white but a great scale of grey.
Then I found the frenchies and they natural arrogance due to a great past and an empty present. A country based on a deformed image of the "mode" and the "culture". But by the end, they are just as empty as the one I left in Portugal.
Then I came to Germany. Here also quite a lot of limited people. Very centered in their own world, sure of their über alle capacity and work only vision.


Yeah, I m sure, being an idiot as nothing to do with nationality.

Too many times I forget I found beautiful people all the way, even and mostly being different than me. I should focus more on that, instead of complaining about the assholes of the world... otherwise I will lost myself counting them...

New starts

New start, in new directions, aiming for a better life. Soon, but can t way for it. Mabon will be fully celebrated this year