Zephyrus
Tyrants and Slaves
I just got back from the train station. Fucking awesome weekend. Already pumped for next year. So I'll list my highlights.
-standing right in front of Morfeus during Mayhem's set, yelling "LIMBONIC ART!!!" and him nodding his approval at me.
-meeting one of Bolt Thrower's guitarists in the elevator, and watching him getting off on our floor, realizing it wasn't his floor, then trying to pry his way back into the elevator and yelling "Bloody Hell!"
-hanging out with drunk Grant before/during Sigh, and expending every last ounce of my energy and voice rocking out to the Venom covers. Couldn't think of a better way to end a Death Metal festival, ha ha!
-getting cheap patches thus resurrecting my desire to make a patch jacket.
-having the honor of being called a faggot by swizzlenuts in the bathroom because I was calling Nick and Andy while they were standing right outside.
-getting put into a trance by a combination of alcohol and Wolves in the Throne Room
-getting Bolt Thrower's setlist from the second night.
and much more...
I ran into both of you at least a dozen times each during the weekend.
I have an unhealthy determination to muscle my way to front-row center during my favorite bands. I got there by the second song for Mayhem and both of Bolt Thrower's sets. It's so much more fun up there, except for the continuous barrage of crowd-surfers, especially the SAME FUCKING FAT MEXICAN BLOKE going over my head 90 times.
I refused to shower this morning because our bathroom was a third world country. Dillon and his friends, still ensorcelled by the novelty of having long hair, completely ignored the common courtesy of unclogging the drain when done showering.
Haul pics to come soon.
-standing right in front of Morfeus during Mayhem's set, yelling "LIMBONIC ART!!!" and him nodding his approval at me.
-meeting one of Bolt Thrower's guitarists in the elevator, and watching him getting off on our floor, realizing it wasn't his floor, then trying to pry his way back into the elevator and yelling "Bloody Hell!"
-hanging out with drunk Grant before/during Sigh, and expending every last ounce of my energy and voice rocking out to the Venom covers. Couldn't think of a better way to end a Death Metal festival, ha ha!
-getting cheap patches thus resurrecting my desire to make a patch jacket.
-having the honor of being called a faggot by swizzlenuts in the bathroom because I was calling Nick and Andy while they were standing right outside.
-getting put into a trance by a combination of alcohol and Wolves in the Throne Room
-getting Bolt Thrower's setlist from the second night.
and much more...
Nikki, I think you were headbanging next to me during Bolt Thrower. I was going to say hi after the set, but you took off like a my pals.
I ran into both of you at least a dozen times each during the weekend.
edit: Oh, just remembered a good one...Zeph's ability to seemingly teleport to the front of entire crowds of people without even a moment's notice. Several times I would be with people, turn around to where he was originally like 10 seconds ago, and he'd be in a totally different place, often very far away and really close to bands. I know Guy remembers one such instance where we were utterly confounded by this.
I have an unhealthy determination to muscle my way to front-row center during my favorite bands. I got there by the second song for Mayhem and both of Bolt Thrower's sets. It's so much more fun up there, except for the continuous barrage of crowd-surfers, especially the SAME FUCKING FAT MEXICAN BLOKE going over my head 90 times.
Oh, and walking to the other side of the hotel to take a shower in another room because the shower in my room was filled with ice and beer.
I refused to shower this morning because our bathroom was a third world country. Dillon and his friends, still ensorcelled by the novelty of having long hair, completely ignored the common courtesy of unclogging the drain when done showering.
Haul pics to come soon.