So finally here´s my report about my little "Nevermore-trip" to the Netherlands and Belgium...for who might be interested.
I hope you´ll understand everything, I´m afraid my English is not perfect.
I started in my hometown in Germany around 11 o´clock in the morning and arrived at "013" at 2:30 in the afternoon. Lots of time left!
I decided to drink a cappucino in a café next to the club, which was a real bad idea.
When I sat there the wind suddenly became a storm and this huge umbrella-thing they had outside against the sun broke down on me
and this big piece of metal went down right in front of my eyes!
If it had been one inch closer to me I would have watched the show with a broken nose, or something worse but who cares, hahaha!
When I went into the café I saw many crosses hanging there, pictures of popes, little angel-figures...and found out it was called "Café
Vatican"!! Then I knew, who didn´t want me to sit there, *harhar....
I left the place as fast as I could and spent the rest of the day walking through the city and drinking cappucino in non-christian cafés!!
Around 7 they finally opened the doors at "013" and I rushed in.
Damn, I was nervous! It should be my very first time to watch the band on stage,
and I hardly noticed anything going on around me before they finally started.
And then they were there. They looked very tired and nervous, a little like they just wanted to finish the set and
leave the stage as quickly as they could. warrel made a few mistakes in the lyrics and was often looking at his wristwatch.
I don´t want to say they were really bad, but I had imagined it to be a little different. But I was happy anyway!
After the show I went to sleep in my car (actually I only slept 2 hours or so, because I was still soooo excited with all the impressions
of the show inside of my head)
On the next day I went to Antwerp and after I made sure where the club was I found myself a nice hotel room and spent the
day over there watching TV and relaxing.
Around 6 o´clock I went to the "Hof ter Lo" and sat down outside, listening a little bit
to Mercenary´s Soundcheck that could be heard from the inside.
Then some people gathered there speaking German. I was happy to see some Germans and went over to talk to them. They turned
out to be the bus driver of Nevermore and Van´s drumtech. We talked for a long time and it was a really nice evening.
Nevermore´s show this night was way better than in Tilburg. That drumtech told me that they had been extremely jetlagged the
day before, so then I understood was had been going on there.
Setlist was the same, but there was a lot more energy on stage, and they fuckin´ kicked ass!
On the next day I went to Haarlem early and this day should become one of the greatest days in my entire fuckin´ life!
A while after I arrived at the Patronaat, Holger, the drumtech, came up to me and let me into the hall.
I sat there talking to the people of the crew and then I watched Nevermore´s soundcheck. I really cannot tell what I felt
then, it was unbelievable, I thought I was dreaming or something.
But it became even better! I went backstage and met the guys and spent the whole day with the bands and the crew.
I felt kinda like dreaming all the time, I was shaking, nervous - I can´t describe my feelings.
The Nevermore-show that night was awesome!! The best so far! Unfortunately there were not so many people but the band was killer!
I was enjoing every note of the songs, every word Warrel sang, it was kinda like breathing in the music...maybe I sound strange, but I
feel that´s the best way to describe it.
The setlist had changed a little bit here, and I was really happy to hear "The Learning". They had played it during the soundcheck
already so I knew it was coming, but anyway, it was great! Unfortunately the PA fucked up a little bit at the end of the song, but
the problem was solved quickly.
After the show I tried to tell the guys what it had made me feel, but I must have I failed terribly. I was so excited
I just couldn´t find the right words what the music had done to me. And I still have problems to do that.
I guess words are not enough to describe it.
So now I´m back home with my head full of memories and my heart full of emotions, and again I am counting the days.
This time until next tuesday when they finally come to Bochum.
I hope my story wasn´t too boring, but I dind´t force anybody to read it, hehe...
