Rammstein is not Celine Dion
First of all, Rammstein is the worst band I know in terms of lyric content, so no offense to anyone who knows how gross they can be because they understand German. They are the total opposite of what I like in day-to-day life.
Two days after the show, I'm still slowly going down to earth. The show by itself was way too short but the rest was awesome, mainly because I went with my sons, it was good to have fun together. That weekend meant more than six hours driving alone with Thomas, so we had time to discuss deeply about family issues but also reconnect on another level than mama-told-you-so and it was a great relief for both of us. As for R-Day, Tom and I went early, we were there before 1pm and the show was at 10, so we were very close to the gates and I enjoyed truly being there among the melting pot of punk, rock, suburban, lost, and or clever youth. there were not many many women of my age that early in the day. My grey hair was useful when I had to cross the tight crowd to go to the washrooms, they looked at me like something inoffensive or lost, whatever, I was not the one trying to steal a good spot, it was harder for my sons though.
I had brought to much food and 20 minutes before the official stampede of the opening gates, I started to feed teenagers around me. That was so "bon enfant" (sorry, no English match I can think of: convivial?) so I was emptying my big bag and was asking what they wanted, so it was something like that:
me: Anyone wants carrots?
Them, in a big loud chant (I'm sure chant is not the right word, I mean if you go to a protest, you don't "chant" slogans?!?!?): Des carottes, des carottes!
Me: some celery?
Them: Du céleri, du céleri!
one guy started yelling "Rammstein Neo-nazi" and I quickly told him that it was not a good idea since there was no exit in case of trouble, so they started to shout: no exit! no exit!
I didn't have time to be crushed at the gate, I was too close to them, instead I was just carried by the crowd, not sure if I can say I was walking or levitating. And then the kids were on their own at the front and I took time to find the perfect spot for an old lady, cus I felt old in that crowd even if I saw some baby boomers.
I won't get into details because I could rave for a while but the singer started with a costume that was so not American, some leather and feather and black lipstick that enhanced the bright light that was coming out of his mouth, what an amazing visual effect. if you click on the link, scroll down just a little and you'll get a good pic:
www.ruefrontenac.com/spectacles/musique/25571-rammstein-critique
It was a great great show and I enjoyed being beside people who didn't know them and thought the singer was insane, out of mind, psychotic, ha!ha! what were you expecting? Céline Dion?
ETA: It was their first show ever in North America with their European scene and visual effects: flamethrowers, a human torch, etc, etc....
Back home, back to the war front, Yves seemed more relaxed but I didn't answer adequately to one question and he was completely upset, I gave him a long massage to his wounded arm and his skull and we watched some trashed movie; I think I put the counter back to zero. Those who know me well know how much a great husband he has been, it is time for me to be a great wife even if I don't know how long this tension will last. I know for sure that once he will have take control over the crazy new demands the Bar has for lawyer's accounting and that the expected inspection of his office that he is in charge will be done, then he will be back half the man he used to be and that would be still pretty decent.
Two days after the show, I'm still slowly going down to earth. The show by itself was way too short but the rest was awesome, mainly because I went with my sons, it was good to have fun together. That weekend meant more than six hours driving alone with Thomas, so we had time to discuss deeply about family issues but also reconnect on another level than mama-told-you-so and it was a great relief for both of us. As for R-Day, Tom and I went early, we were there before 1pm and the show was at 10, so we were very close to the gates and I enjoyed truly being there among the melting pot of punk, rock, suburban, lost, and or clever youth. there were not many many women of my age that early in the day. My grey hair was useful when I had to cross the tight crowd to go to the washrooms, they looked at me like something inoffensive or lost, whatever, I was not the one trying to steal a good spot, it was harder for my sons though.
I had brought to much food and 20 minutes before the official stampede of the opening gates, I started to feed teenagers around me. That was so "bon enfant" (sorry, no English match I can think of: convivial?) so I was emptying my big bag and was asking what they wanted, so it was something like that:
me: Anyone wants carrots?
Them, in a big loud chant (I'm sure chant is not the right word, I mean if you go to a protest, you don't "chant" slogans?!?!?): Des carottes, des carottes!
Me: some celery?
Them: Du céleri, du céleri!
one guy started yelling "Rammstein Neo-nazi" and I quickly told him that it was not a good idea since there was no exit in case of trouble, so they started to shout: no exit! no exit!
I didn't have time to be crushed at the gate, I was too close to them, instead I was just carried by the crowd, not sure if I can say I was walking or levitating. And then the kids were on their own at the front and I took time to find the perfect spot for an old lady, cus I felt old in that crowd even if I saw some baby boomers.
I won't get into details because I could rave for a while but the singer started with a costume that was so not American, some leather and feather and black lipstick that enhanced the bright light that was coming out of his mouth, what an amazing visual effect. if you click on the link, scroll down just a little and you'll get a good pic:
www.ruefrontenac.com/spectacles/musique/25571-rammstein-critique
It was a great great show and I enjoyed being beside people who didn't know them and thought the singer was insane, out of mind, psychotic, ha!ha! what were you expecting? Céline Dion?
ETA: It was their first show ever in North America with their European scene and visual effects: flamethrowers, a human torch, etc, etc....
Back home, back to the war front, Yves seemed more relaxed but I didn't answer adequately to one question and he was completely upset, I gave him a long massage to his wounded arm and his skull and we watched some trashed movie; I think I put the counter back to zero. Those who know me well know how much a great husband he has been, it is time for me to be a great wife even if I don't know how long this tension will last. I know for sure that once he will have take control over the crazy new demands the Bar has for lawyer's accounting and that the expected inspection of his office that he is in charge will be done, then he will be back half the man he used to be and that would be still pretty decent.