Post by SRF Crusaders 2.0 on Jun 27, 2004 13:50:37 GMT -5
YES! Here it is, at last, SRF 2004's review. Here goes RR's bit:
[glow=indigo,6,600]RR's bit[/glow]
I meet the guys - that is, Cope, Jug and Honqen - the morning of the first day - they come and pick me at the hotel. I came here the night before after my usual train/boat trip across Europe, of which you can see an exaple here below:
Joey Ramone is alive and well
It's pretty evident this is gonna be a a relaxed festival, main attraction (Motorhead) being missing. Judas Priest is going to headline day one, and that's the one heading we really care about this time (day two it's Scorpions and day three Europe :
So we drive across lovely Swedish countryside to our parking lot for the three days, the house of the mother of the ex-girlfriend of someone. It's chillout time. We roast some meat listening to Monty Python music and the likes. Here's Juggernaut whistling to a happy crucifixion tune.
Always look on the bright side of life
Let the merriness spread
Day three will be Cope's birthday, but I have some presents for him that I well, have to present to him right now. One is a copy of Plazzi's Paradox, the rest a selection of Italy's finest liquors, according to my mom. The following pics are not the consequences of named liquors.
The ugly faces of metal
After joining with other Swedish folks, apparently more guests of our kind host, we all head towards the festival area where we stick onto an enormous queue to grab our tickets. After that we, uh, basically stumble around the place, meeting more friends of our Swedish friends under a tent. We're pretty far from our caravan this year, so we no one really has a chance to get drunk - but by day three I'll manage to sit on a chewing gum (Cope should have the pic somewhere). Helloween play great, but the singer spends a two-songs time trying to have one side of the audience beat the other in a loudness contest. What an asshole. Me and Cope have lost the other guys by the time Entombed played. We gead for Judas Priest but we're forced to leave shortly after A Touch Of Evil cause Cope's freezing. Who cares, I've seen the Breaking The Law performance and I'm happy. We retreat to the caravan after a long walk alongside the dark road connecting the house to the festival area to find the caravan locked and the caravan's keys missing from the Secret Place, so we sneak into the house and wait for a) someone or b) the morning in the living room. Later in the evening Jug pops in and kindly informs us that the big part of the Priest performance was the encore. END OF DAY ONE.
Day two - "Monster Magnet and some other people"
... which basically summarizes the day ;D
We wake up in a certain need of caffeine/taurine/booze, so we provide to that. Here are the guys posing for the ladies' delight inside the caravan (oooh, naughty).
Our host's daughter celebrates her graduation today, so we all gather for lunch to eat a traditional Swedish cake, which is basically a goddamn huge three-layered tuna sandwich complete with ham, veggies and lemon slices on. Oh, and there's home-made donuts later on. The heavens open and it begin raininghard not really hard at all, for us nordic folks. Unfortunately Hawkind are about to play NOW, so Cope goes to risk his life under the running rain. He survives. We join him later, after the rain has subsided, and we all go shopping for some cool rock'n'roll implements. Now one thing you ought to know is that my grandpa recently died, and him being not a really nice person my mum said to me: okay riccardo, we inherited this money: go and spend it in something good. Karma thingie, see. So here I walk into this kind of a patches-studs-spikes-pins paradise. The conversation follows this guide:
-So hi, I'd like one Ace of Spades patch. No, two please.
-Okay, I'll be there to you soon...
-Oh, and I need a Fear Of The Dark Live one too. Oh, and that one of the Ramones. And one of those long Ozzy ones too.
This is about the time when the shop guy stops looking the other way and stares at me. It's about the same time when Jug, Cope and Honqen start to point at things and going "hey Riccardo, you sure you don't want this too?" Fucking hell, sure I want that! My shopping spree results in:
Two Ace of Spades patches
One Bastards patch
One All the Aces patch
One No Sleep At All patch
One Live at Donington Maiden patch
One Seventh Son patch
One Brave New World Maiden patch
One Fear of the Dark Live patch
One British Steel patch
One Ramones patch
One Killer Maiden patch
One Back in Black patch
One long March Or Die patch
One long Brave New World Maiden patch
One long Fear of the Dark patch
One long World Slavery Tour patch
One long Ozzy Osbourne patch
One long The First Ten Years Maiden patch
One goddamn huge Motorhead England backpatch
One March Or Die Snaggletooth pin
One Powerslave Maiden pin (Motorhead and Maiden, the twin stars in my firmament ;D)
Ten cone metal spikes
Eight tusk-shaped metal spikes
Eight fang-shaped metal spikes
One Can I Play With Madness flag
-Riccardo, there's no room on your jacket for all those patches!
-I wanna buy two more jackets you know!
Me and Cope go and see the best performance of the festival - Monster Magnet. I really hope there's no pic of me going berserk on Hotel Baby - you know, that could spoil my ice man reputation ;D Anyway the whole thing is a blast, with perfect rendition, great teathrics and final guitar smashing/burning/more smashing. Amazing
No one cares for Scorpions, really.
Day three - "You really gotta do this Riccardo"
We have a merry breakfast on roast hot-dogs, then get some of the Swedish folks to shoot some goup pics for this year. Here we are, me, Cope, Honqen and Juggernaut.
The big thing of today is my initiation to the Swedish way of life. Now picture me, Jug and Honqen, butt-naked, each on of us with a boquet of twigs, walking into a hotter-than-hell sauna. the boquet is for whipping yourself while you sweat to your death, but looks like the first time one experiences the Sauna it has to be whipped by the other guys, too. No cameras here, please
So here I am, sitting in this veeery small room, 60 degrees, 100% moistness, with no water to drink. Here I am, exiting the room much less than sharp, walking naked to the kitchen asking for a glass. Here I am getting back to the oven.
Honqen is the first to leave today - they tell me Cope experienced the Sauna the night before the first day so no steam-cooking for him today. You know it's time to finish with the sauna when the following events unfold:
1 - It's quite difficult to breath in here
2 - Oooh, brain dizzy
3 - Why is my nose running?
4 - Why is my mouth running?
Here we go, final rush of steam and then we head for an ice-cold shower. And I remember asking our host: is it normal for me to be this purple now?
But after all the whole thing proves to be very refreshing indeed, so thanks to my Swedish pals, according to whom I am a man now (to quote Juggernaut).
Festival time again. We walk to the show, stumble around to meet Cope's Swedish twin. Just picture it. This guy's Swedish and we've never seen him before, but walks right to us and he's got the same size, same hair, same choice of clothes and same shade of pink of John - and he begins to talk him into his exact same kind of small talk! Me and Jug look in astonishment at these soulmates, wondering which one is the real Cope and which one's the mirror. Fantastic, simply fantastic. Welcome to the Twilight Zone ;D
Children of Bodom - excellent band, and here go my best jeans as I sit on that goddamn chewing gum
Nightwish - excellent performance, and here comes the rain again.
-Poofters!- sez Cope, who's been going on cider for the whole day, as everyone looks for shelter. -It's only water don't they know?
Ten minutes into the storm me and Cope have found a very little space of shetler under a very little sandwich metal ad - but me hearing thunders we walk out to avoid being, put it this way, thunderstruck. We meet again at Jug's car, and Jugs drives us all back to the caravan where we change our soaked-to-the-last-fiber clothes. No one bother much for Europe, and the festival area is basically a lake of mud by now, so we call it a day and we go next year pals. It's been a blast and everyone's happy - just a typical festival at No Sleep
;D ;D ;D
[glow=indigo,6,600]RR's bit[/glow]
I meet the guys - that is, Cope, Jug and Honqen - the morning of the first day - they come and pick me at the hotel. I came here the night before after my usual train/boat trip across Europe, of which you can see an exaple here below:
Joey Ramone is alive and well
It's pretty evident this is gonna be a a relaxed festival, main attraction (Motorhead) being missing. Judas Priest is going to headline day one, and that's the one heading we really care about this time (day two it's Scorpions and day three Europe :
So we drive across lovely Swedish countryside to our parking lot for the three days, the house of the mother of the ex-girlfriend of someone. It's chillout time. We roast some meat listening to Monty Python music and the likes. Here's Juggernaut whistling to a happy crucifixion tune.Always look on the bright side of life
Let the merriness spread
Day three will be Cope's birthday, but I have some presents for him that I well, have to present to him right now. One is a copy of Plazzi's Paradox, the rest a selection of Italy's finest liquors, according to my mom. The following pics are not the consequences of named liquors.
The ugly faces of metal
After joining with other Swedish folks, apparently more guests of our kind host, we all head towards the festival area where we stick onto an enormous queue to grab our tickets. After that we, uh, basically stumble around the place, meeting more friends of our Swedish friends under a tent. We're pretty far from our caravan this year, so we no one really has a chance to get drunk - but by day three I'll manage to sit on a chewing gum (Cope should have the pic somewhere). Helloween play great, but the singer spends a two-songs time trying to have one side of the audience beat the other in a loudness contest. What an asshole. Me and Cope have lost the other guys by the time Entombed played. We gead for Judas Priest but we're forced to leave shortly after A Touch Of Evil cause Cope's freezing. Who cares, I've seen the Breaking The Law performance and I'm happy. We retreat to the caravan after a long walk alongside the dark road connecting the house to the festival area to find the caravan locked and the caravan's keys missing from the Secret Place, so we sneak into the house and wait for a) someone or b) the morning in the living room. Later in the evening Jug pops in and kindly informs us that the big part of the Priest performance was the encore. END OF DAY ONE.
Day two - "Monster Magnet and some other people"
... which basically summarizes the day ;D
We wake up in a certain need of caffeine/taurine/booze, so we provide to that. Here are the guys posing for the ladies' delight inside the caravan (oooh, naughty).
Our host's daughter celebrates her graduation today, so we all gather for lunch to eat a traditional Swedish cake, which is basically a goddamn huge three-layered tuna sandwich complete with ham, veggies and lemon slices on. Oh, and there's home-made donuts later on. The heavens open and it begin raining
-So hi, I'd like one Ace of Spades patch. No, two please.
-Okay, I'll be there to you soon...
-Oh, and I need a Fear Of The Dark Live one too. Oh, and that one of the Ramones. And one of those long Ozzy ones too.
This is about the time when the shop guy stops looking the other way and stares at me. It's about the same time when Jug, Cope and Honqen start to point at things and going "hey Riccardo, you sure you don't want this too?" Fucking hell, sure I want that! My shopping spree results in:
Two Ace of Spades patches
One Bastards patch
One All the Aces patch
One No Sleep At All patch
One Live at Donington Maiden patch
One Seventh Son patch
One Brave New World Maiden patch
One Fear of the Dark Live patch
One British Steel patch
One Ramones patch
One Killer Maiden patch
One Back in Black patch
One long March Or Die patch
One long Brave New World Maiden patch
One long Fear of the Dark patch
One long World Slavery Tour patch
One long Ozzy Osbourne patch
One long The First Ten Years Maiden patch
One goddamn huge Motorhead England backpatch
One March Or Die Snaggletooth pin
One Powerslave Maiden pin (Motorhead and Maiden, the twin stars in my firmament ;D)
Ten cone metal spikes
Eight tusk-shaped metal spikes
Eight fang-shaped metal spikes
One Can I Play With Madness flag
-Riccardo, there's no room on your jacket for all those patches!
-I wanna buy two more jackets you know!
Me and Cope go and see the best performance of the festival - Monster Magnet. I really hope there's no pic of me going berserk on Hotel Baby - you know, that could spoil my ice man reputation ;D Anyway the whole thing is a blast, with perfect rendition, great teathrics and final guitar smashing/burning/more smashing. Amazing
No one cares for Scorpions, really.
Day three - "You really gotta do this Riccardo"
We have a merry breakfast on roast hot-dogs, then get some of the Swedish folks to shoot some goup pics for this year. Here we are, me, Cope, Honqen and Juggernaut.
The big thing of today is my initiation to the Swedish way of life. Now picture me, Jug and Honqen, butt-naked, each on of us with a boquet of twigs, walking into a hotter-than-hell sauna. the boquet is for whipping yourself while you sweat to your death, but looks like the first time one experiences the Sauna it has to be whipped by the other guys, too. No cameras here, please
So here I am, sitting in this veeery small room, 60 degrees, 100% moistness, with no water to drink. Here I am, exiting the room much less than sharp, walking naked to the kitchen asking for a glass. Here I am getting back to the oven.Honqen is the first to leave today - they tell me Cope experienced the Sauna the night before the first day so no steam-cooking for him today. You know it's time to finish with the sauna when the following events unfold:
1 - It's quite difficult to breath in here
2 - Oooh, brain dizzy
3 - Why is my nose running?
4 - Why is my mouth running?
Here we go, final rush of steam and then we head for an ice-cold shower. And I remember asking our host: is it normal for me to be this purple now?
But after all the whole thing proves to be very refreshing indeed, so thanks to my Swedish pals, according to whom I am a man now (to quote Juggernaut).
Festival time again. We walk to the show, stumble around to meet Cope's Swedish twin. Just picture it. This guy's Swedish and we've never seen him before, but walks right to us and he's got the same size, same hair, same choice of clothes and same shade of pink of John - and he begins to talk him into his exact same kind of small talk! Me and Jug look in astonishment at these soulmates, wondering which one is the real Cope and which one's the mirror. Fantastic, simply fantastic. Welcome to the Twilight Zone ;D
Children of Bodom - excellent band, and here go my best jeans as I sit on that goddamn chewing gum
Nightwish - excellent performance, and here comes the rain again.
-Poofters!- sez Cope, who's been going on cider for the whole day, as everyone looks for shelter. -It's only water don't they know?
Ten minutes into the storm me and Cope have found a very little space of shetler under a very little sandwich metal ad - but me hearing thunders we walk out to avoid being, put it this way, thunderstruck. We meet again at Jug's car, and Jugs drives us all back to the caravan where we change our soaked-to-the-last-fiber clothes. No one bother much for Europe, and the festival area is basically a lake of mud by now, so we call it a day and we go next year pals. It's been a blast and everyone's happy - just a typical festival at No Sleep
;D ;D ;D
When will we see your take on the festival? (this goes to Jug too of course ;D)
