Well, what can I say Opeth fucking roced like usual this time even more satisfying. I went with my brother, some might have seen him he was wearing a yellow hat and sported my UM shirt We arrived at the venue at around 4, so we hit the pub next door to the Empire called O'Neils. Drink was over priced, but hey, which pub isnt in London. Sat in there for a couple of hours, met my dad and we ventured into the venue. I got my fucking minidisc player confiscated, which ties in with the story later on, so keep reading :Spin:
Bought a shirt from the merch stall, I got the one with the very first Opeth logo on it, which I thought was a damn cool piece of merchandise to put on sale.
Got a really crappy spot fot the first half of the gig, right up the back behind some fucking lanky bastard, but managed to see a little. I must say they played the mellow set so fucking precise I thought I as listening to the cd. It was awesome. Thought the bass was a little bit over powering in some spots, vocals too quiet, etc. Other then that was fucking great.
Got a better spot for the second half, worked my was up to the front, and im fucking glad I did too. Got countlessly bashed in the face, back and stomach, lost my hat, but who cares I was in my prime. Everyone was jsut sooo fucking happy to be there you could tell, everyone had the same idea in mind : Tear the fucking place down! Whole set was excellent. Didnt seem like it went on for too long, but I was enjoying myself.
Gig finished, got inches from shaking mike and peters hands, and tried very hard to get heard for the dude at the end with the camcorder
BTW, did the sound guy chuck out a cassette of the gig to someone in the crowd?
All up was awesome. But shit went down hill form there. I missed my coach because the bastards wouldnt let me take my minidisc player in, so i had to check it in with some dopey bitch who didnt know what she was doing. Took around 15mins for her to find it when I went to check it out. Missed my coach, the last one to Canterbury for another 7 hours. Missed the last train, so my brother, dad and I ended up walking the fucking streets of london until oclock this morning. Shit happens
Great fucking night indeed, and for those who missed it, you will be equally as happy with the dvd
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Bought a shirt from the merch stall, I got the one with the very first Opeth logo on it, which I thought was a damn cool piece of merchandise to put on sale.
Got a really crappy spot fot the first half of the gig, right up the back behind some fucking lanky bastard, but managed to see a little. I must say they played the mellow set so fucking precise I thought I as listening to the cd. It was awesome. Thought the bass was a little bit over powering in some spots, vocals too quiet, etc. Other then that was fucking great.
Got a better spot for the second half, worked my was up to the front, and im fucking glad I did too. Got countlessly bashed in the face, back and stomach, lost my hat, but who cares I was in my prime. Everyone was jsut sooo fucking happy to be there you could tell, everyone had the same idea in mind : Tear the fucking place down! Whole set was excellent. Didnt seem like it went on for too long, but I was enjoying myself.
Gig finished, got inches from shaking mike and peters hands, and tried very hard to get heard for the dude at the end with the camcorder
BTW, did the sound guy chuck out a cassette of the gig to someone in the crowd?
All up was awesome. But shit went down hill form there. I missed my coach because the bastards wouldnt let me take my minidisc player in, so i had to check it in with some dopey bitch who didnt know what she was doing. Took around 15mins for her to find it when I went to check it out. Missed my coach, the last one to Canterbury for another 7 hours. Missed the last train, so my brother, dad and I ended up walking the fucking streets of london until oclock this morning. Shit happens
Great fucking night indeed, and for those who missed it, you will be equally as happy with the dvd
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