Now it's my turn
I won't relate my Yekaterinburg impressions, revelations and musings of life in general
I'll get straight to the point of that impressive queue in front of Tele-club that was bending so far beyond the building that some sharp-tounge guys were asking people standing in the queue in the style people asked each other back in USSR for imported stuff (ex: what are you standing for? perfume from France). Thanks to an online aquintance of mine who came 1.5 h. earlier to the venue I and my new friend (whom I met at a hostel the night before) were able to jump up to the top of the queue. A half hour of waiting made me sharpen my tounge by cracking jokes (what else can be done when it's cold outside?), and then, finally, we got in. Then another queue, you know that boring stuff, so skip it)
Thanks to a friend of mine (my report, it seems, is going to be comprised of thanks) I got to the first line, right in front of the stage (and the iron grate, hehe...). Another one hour of waiting, which was now filled with people around being all nerves and flutter (and me stoic for the sheer inevitablility of everything, because an iron grate in front of me and people behind...well...).
And then, when I almost reached a meditation-like state, the magic began with Lacrimosa intro
Relief and joy passed through the public and we were ready for the band to appear.
And guess, they appeared! People cheered, the crowd swayed...and then the set-list started, which was the same like in Saint-Pete and Moscow, I suppose. I got into a state close to trance so can hardly remember the songs, but boy, what a night that was! Full of drive
But since I can't relate my experiences same vivid as I remember them, I'll describe the most bright moment for me - that was during Der Morgen Danach, which for many years was both my lulliby and morning alarm melody
I was happy as a baby when Tilo started singing the song, it was such a joyous moment, a moment I was looking forward to from 2007, I think
And then, while singing, Tilo came to our part of the stage, looked down upon us (might be that's the first and the last time when I can be happy with someone looking down upon me
), singing along, and sat (squatted) in front of us. That was cool to be able to sing along with him my most beloved song (even though the iron grate in front of me was very welcoming my chest at that moment, for there were enough people wanting to be a bit closer), though I felt morose inside and could only clap clap clap clap (while other people were extending their hands, I guess they knew better what to do in such a situation).
Feuer was marvelous, while they played it (the drummer! you're wonderful! even I were able to appreciate how great you were! well, Henrik solo's were splendid, also!!! and...actually everyone played extra cool, sometimes twice XD Copycat was played twice XD), stop, Nina, no trailing off!!! Okay, so, Feuer was MARVELOUS, during it I mentally burned a whole city and a half of Arsches XD
Well, it was COOL, though I doubt I ever again would go to dance parter (the iron grate lovingly marked me with two large bruises, which are cool but somehow not very handy in day-to-day life - a bit hard to type XD), and it was such an experience that right after the concert I urgently needed some water and a quiet place to stand, I felt like being squeezed and walked as a drunkard
so I didn't even actually wait till Henrik and another guitarist (throw your shoe at me, I can't recall his name!!! shame on me, shame on me) appeared. Some remark beforehand, so that my actions from now on would be clearly understood: despite my general chatterbox behavior I'm extremely shy. Now let's go to the actual events....
After the crowd in front of Henrik finally changed its density from "over50000" to "several people wanting to take a pic" I dared asking him to take a picture with me (think that was easy, ha?!), so that's the first "somber" try:
Henrik the Nicest asked whether the pic was cool enough, and if no, that we shall take another one. So I looked at it and...yeah, I said.
(the following conversation ran something like this)
Henrik: Now, what shall we do on that one, then?..
I: Well, (here I thought of making some horns) I can be REALLY HORNY!
Henrik: WHAAAA?! Unexpected!
I: darn, I didn't mean THAT! Jeeez, now I'm blushing!!! What the...
Henrik: I'll keep that in mind!
I: noooooooooo....
Then we decided to take another one (and, as a very boring person, I didn't know what to do, so gladly accepted an advice of people waiting for their turn to make horns...look for them and you'll find them)
Then, and I remind you, I was very wobbly, we decided to stay a bit longer (though one of us wanted to leave, but my wobbliness persuaded her to give us a chance), while another friend of mine, desperately wanting to give Tilo her gift, an Altayan musical instrument called vargan (Jew's harp, don't ask me why it's called this way)
was almost chewing my nerves off with her dispair of Tilo not showing up (and her train back to her city approaching)
and then, finally, Tilo appeared. UND DIE SCHLACHT BEGINNT, thought I, watching how the people, in one unified feeling, ran towards him. If he was even 5 cm shorter he would have been completely hidden from my sight (but those 5 cm and white stripe of hair were great indicators that he is, so far, surviving. Mainly, I suppose, thanks to that iron grate I hated so much before, so in that moment it was forgiven.
)
After some time which I spent dancing and singing a bit (for they there was some Lacrimosa music playing), completely alone, my friends re-appeared from the crowd, clutching autographs (to me it looked like they returned from the Beyond or something equally scary). But the gift wasn't yet given, and the pictures weren't yet taken! So we waited some more (I've promised to be an interpreter, which ended to be real fun, my crowd-fear excl.). So, when the density changed from that same over500000000000000000 to the "just three rows" my friend dragged me into it (to the same much beloved iron grate, I shall marry it, after all, it seems to be Fate!). And there we stood, waiting for Tilo passing by (and he successfully avoided us 3 times in a row, so that I had to console my friend that feared she was going to end up being ignored and unable to give her present. I told her Tilo was too kind to let that thing happen, or something like that. She believed. I wouldn't XD). But finally Tilo reached us.
Well, now we remember that I'm shy
So when Tilo looked with that questioning yet kind expression of his, I was able to stammer something like the following:
Me: Hi... I know that you are reluctant at receiving gifts, but my friend wants to give you an instrument to your collection. (after a pause) a musical instrument.
Tilo: Oh?
Me: yeah (my friend produces a vargan and gives it to Tilo) It's an Altayan vargan. D'ye know what that is? It's an instrument you have to put to your teeth...
Tilo: Oh! That's a mouth (something I forgot), I used to have one when was a child!
Me: Well.... now you have another one
Tilo (smiling): Yes, I do! Thanks!
Me: Well, it's not my gift, but my friend's
Then my friend wanted to take a picture with Tilo, to which he consented (and a girl to the right of me whom I saw for the first time in my life asked the same thing), so I even said that I'm taking so many pictures today that even might become a good photographer, to which Tilo said "Well, you might!" (which I consider to be impossible, for I'm no Klodi and have no patience with lenses). I remember that this clearly because taking a picture in a crowd is a bit tricky...these are the pictures taken:
(with my friend the gifter)
(with that other girl)
After some time I dared to approach for a picture with my humble self, but I didn't like myself on that one so much that this one will stay away from anyone except my closest friends (I wanted to say that it would die with me, but I hope to outlive hard drive formatting)
And that was all, for after that we went away (and I finally was able to return back to my senses, at least partially). I didn't expect the concert to hit me so, can't figure it out still. Nonetheless, I'm happy that I visited that city and, of course, the concert! It was well worth my 20+ hours trip by train from Novosibirsk to Yekaterinburg
SO, I do strongly recommend going to a Lacrimosa concert to experince the ENERGY
Das ist unsere Revolution, after all!
P.S. But beware iron grates!
