From Fernando of Moonspell...
<<D-day
D stands for degrading here.
I prize mine and my band’s honesty as one of our true values and something we can offer at least for ourselves. Many episodes and moods of our career can be explained by that. Which would take us to a deep, deep, three times deep discussion. After a storyless travel through tolls and mistaken indications, we rise from chaos to arrive to further chaos. At this time all is going wrong: the tourbus is speeding up to give us a needed shelter. The truck for the gear, our pickup, everything is running late and we feel the rush and the stress of a first day that will go beyond our control, as we will find later on. If we could predict the capricious future, we would have stayed inside the Days comfy walls, looking exactly at nothingness. But no: we have a show to make, fans to please, people to discover us. We arrive at a scary Poughkeepsie, which looks abandoned of all hope, and climb the stairs to the first stage where all nocturnal mourning bands will open their hearts and souls. Nothing could prepare us for the clash with the people from the club who, moved by the dictatorship of the pay to play, disregard completely our needs as bands and allows us not to setup before the openers do. After lots of tension and stupidity that could fill an empty hall, we are led into a horrible show, that we have to start at 1.30 (am) to a couple of lovable fans who endure, I bow to them, the test of time.That same time that we got deprived of, respectlessly. The next day something alike happens and we suffer from that plague once more. I will be clear: I have nothing against local bands! In some way we are all locals. Moonspell comes from a country smaller than most the US states but we could always look further than the fog around our noses. On the other hand, we never, ever dreamed of playing for our friends and their taps on our backs and most local bands here seem to close the circuit when they should open it. A situation is created that favours no one except the handful of people posting their stupidity in the comfortable anonymousity of an umbilical forum. Seeing through some comments from Bedford, NH show makes want never to come back! Come on I didn’t even got to see the titty bar as my mood was more of an existential crisis, a wonder why? On the other side, my friends, we have been around, we know how to read the signs, and how to separate iron from gold. And if your need to hate is that strong, stronger for sure than your music and artistic deliveries of any kinds (who knows you, anyway?) then yes we are enemies, it’s mutual fuckers! That won’t stop us or even better won’t start you.
I love Katatonia! For me they would headline over Metallica as they are a special brand, a one of a kind, a feast for my senses, a gift of darkness. As persons they are respectful, considerate, educated and there is no competition behind us, rather much more a killer and bullet proof friendship, tested already on this tour, believe me. We do not behave as headliners or nothing of the sort. And our fans respect Katatonia as much as they do respect Moonspell, too bad some people can’t be like that on the other way around. I love our fans for that. Much more, of course, but for that more than everything right now! Lessons have to be learned from music. You can not listen to it and get away with nothing. Most of people who say bad stuff about us while praising Katatonia do not know what they are getting into: nothing, nothing, nothing. I understand people’s preferences (I awe in wait sometimes through support bands or headliners just to see my faved ones) what I do not understand is this portable stupidity which plagues the net and the Metal scene. Anyway I am the one who gets to discuss lyrics deeply with Jonas or the old times with Anders. And that is as priceless as their music which I hold to my heart regardless of the people who like them and hate us. >>