I guess it's an incomplete review and I will have "oh, I should have added this or that too" moments a couple of times after posting, but here we go.
I got hit by the rain at Sergels torg while waiting for the bus, so I arrived soaking wet and too late, it was already 20:15 when I finally got in. Noone checked my bag so I could have even smuggled in a puppy if I wanted to, but I suffered a mild heart attack when the ticket scanner refused to recognize my ticket for at least four times. I probably looked very pale and scared because the girl who scanned it told me that I'm not the first one who has this problem and tried again and again, and finally it went through and I was in.
I was quite taken aback with the number of people inside, tho I knew already on the bus ride that I'm not going to make second row this time. But the ground was so muddy that I decided that it's more worth for me standing on the metal flooring at the edge of the stage than in the mudbath that started from the third row. So I went with that, I've had better places before, but in all those cases I was there about 1-1.5 hours before the gig and this time I was late, so I was pretty happy to grab that one. Later when the gig started, the crowd moved more to the middle and I ended up right in front of Martin, so thinking back I made a good choice.
Waiting for the band had a really special feeling this time, at least for me, because of all those people, the mud, the grey sky... it felt like waiting for the apocalypse. (Tho I'm not sure if anyone would wait for that with excitement for real.)
Apart from Ögon/Klåparen which is not too easy to see from the side, I had a good view. And I know I say this to everyone willing to listen after every kent gig I attend, but this must have been the best consert in my whole life. I find it amazing that it was the third gig I saw with pretty much the same setlist and it was still very different from the previous ones. I have my favourite little moments from the other gigs too, but this was something indescribable.
It was pretty wild in the front right from the beginning but it went totally crazy when Jocke announced the video filming for Tänd på. I just really hope I was still too far out on the side to be caught on the video, because I have the stupidest fascinated face in the world (observed by friends and family and also confirmed by how the security guy who stood in front of me in Copenhagen, where I managed to catch first row, kept grinning at me during the whole gig) and camera shy is my middle name. But it really sent people off, and it didn't seem to ebb until the very end.
I really loved everything about the show, the lights, the band's scene presence, the sound was incredible and they played the strongest, most amazing Sjukhus I've ever heard (but I know nothing about music, so I say this by feel only) and I died a bit at the ending of Berg&Dalvana, it was so incredibly beautiful.
I told my friend when I read that they played Ruta 1 in Malmö, that if they are going to play it in Stockholm I'm going to cry like a baby (same scenario if they are not going to play it), so luckily for people around me the flight dried out my eyes so much that I was unable to produce any tears, but I don't think I was a pretty sight, being an emotional mess after these 3 songs.
Jocke's speech about 747 really left me wishing he would talk more during gigs, and the song itself just totally blew me away, not that I was surprised, it always does.
I can't recall now which song it was when Jocke went over to Sami and they played the guitar to each other so long that Martin just crouched down and put on a bored face until they finished. It was the funniest moment during the whole gig, at least for me. Apart from my own personal "blond moment", when I saw Sami pushing up his guitar in the air and shaking it and for some seconds I thought he was really in party mood, then a technician came and replaced his guitar.
Elever/Cowboys... I can't find the words for that. I kind of expected it to happen, well, I expected that if they would ever play these, it would be in Stockholm. My eyes decided they don't care about being dried out anymore, but I kept it together and only brushed away a couple of tears. I'm still proud of myself for that. I really wished the songs would never end, the concert would never end.
Mannen i den vita hatten was the only song when I took out my phone to take a photo. I don't take photos at gigs, because I want to just be there and enjoy every moment of it, and if I start taking photos, I will be too busy caring about how they look, instead of noticing the important details. But I really wanted to have one photo. The photo of Jocke having his arm around Martin's shoulder while singing vi ska alla en gång dö. I managed to take a crappy and a not so crappy one (have I mentioned I'm not a great photographer either?), the latter I can share here if anyone's interested. And luckily I packed away my camera just in time to see Jocke lay his head on Martin's shoulder, and I really thought I was going to die there and then from the sheer adorability of that.
(On a sidenote, I have really underestimated the awesomeness of Jocke's earring when I was just seeing the photos, it looked amazing on stage as it mirrored back all the lights.)
I missed the fireworks because standing so close to the stage I could only catch a couple of sparks, but I'm not a big fan of fireworks anyways and I think I made a good exchange having a clear and close view of the stage instead.
I came away from the gig hurting everywhere, mostly in the left side of my chest, and so content and happy that I really felt like that if the world ended, this would be a perfect moment for it.
And I admire my friend who came with me to Stockholm but not to the gig for getting up at midnight and listened to my babbling about how amazing kent was for at least half an hour. She has an outstanding stamina, putting up with me in dazed fangirl mode.
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Long post warning...(well, I haven't been online for over a week!)
) but it was very slow to connect, and slow to load pages, but that might have been down to the number of people using it. Actually I was convinced my first 'in air' post didn't actually go through (and I'm sure I had written more than that) because it cut out as we hit 10,000ft and the decent for landing!
) and eventually they moved, and someone in front had moved a little, and I had a near perfect view of the stage & right hand screen until the end of the concert- it was amazing, as I spend most concerts on tiptoes, trying to see between the heads in the crowd, and this was an almost uninterruped view all the way to the stage- just amazing!
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I'll try at home tonight and let you know.
