Wacken 2010, Part I -DoSu10'

W.acken O.pen A.ir

In 1990, in a small, German, picturesque town called Wacken, a metal festival was held for the first time. Local bands played and beer was consumed. Starting August 3rd 2008, 70.000 tickets were sold out by December 30th 2008, for the biggest annual metal open air festival in the world, which takes place at the beginning of August... in (a sunken in alcohol) Wacken. In other words, 70.000 tickets were sold over 200 days before the opening of the 2009 festival.

This year, it is estimated that over 80.000 people from all over the world went on a metal pilgrimage for the exalted purpose of seeing Immortal, Slayer, Motley Crue, Cannibal Corpse, Alice Cooper, 1349, Stratovarius, Arch Enemy, Iron Maiden and W.A.S.P. perform among dozens of thrash, black, death, gothic and folk metal bands, in the three main Wacken stages and the various, scattered around the festival grounds, smaller ones.
We were there.


August 4th
On August 4th, we arrived in Berlin. From there, we travelled by train to Hamburg.


My friendship with the American douchebag, which was among other things based on me not farting and him not scratching his balls in the presence of each other, had grown; in whatever situations we had gotten ourselves into, we were both equally liked and disliked for the same reasons. Our retardation was coordinated and we had become a perfectly synchronised travelling orchestra of douchebaggery. However, due to audaciously burning the candle at all surfaces and ends, we had started sneezing and coughing with disturbing frequency. We paid no attention, because we were young and beautiful. Of course that was soon to change...


The Most Impressive Route To A Hostel Room Ever
Upon arriving in Hamburg, our first mission was ,apart from mourning for the outrageous amount of money we spent on the train tickets, to locate our hostel.
The thing with that hostel is that even though we were being lazy until the last minute (which was when we booked it), the price was decent so we kinda expected a Tarantino twist during our stay there. Well, no Bills were killed, (in fact, I'll be damned if I ever heard a breathing soul in the rooms next to ours), but one had to pull a Scoffield in order to get in or out of there. I don't know what the hell architecture that is called, but it was the kind where you had to go up, down (!), turn left and right on different level corridors and accidentally end up in your room (to which an antechamber identical with all others in there, lead to). Neither of us got lost but I always half expected to see a tombstone somewhere during the ten minute walk from the hostel entrance to our room, since I was pretty convinced someone must have died of old age in that ridiculous route.


August 5th -first day of W.O.A.
I woke up around seven in the morning and shortly after started getting poked by various body parts of my company. I wasn't in the mood to retaliate or even talk. I was too hot for him...
I was burning with fever.
In slow motion and with stingy movements, I made myself a blanket igloo and buried myself in it. I passed out and woke up around 11.
According to my theory about illness, there are five stages:

1. You know, but can afford ignoring.
   
   
2. You know and can not afford ignoring anymore.
   
   
3. You start looking unsexy.
   
   
4. You don't care about how you look.
   
   
5. Death.

When I regained consciousness, I was in stage 3.5 . Apart from having a high temperature, I was also coughing out fragments of my soul.
The less sick douchebag was looking at me. He looked kinda worried. I looked kinda dying. He asked if I wanted anything and suggested I rest under a mountain of blankets, so that my body temperature would rise. I did that. He asked if I wanted anything to eat/drink. I decided to postpone dying and asked for something hot to drink and if possible, an apple. I passed out again.



The Apple
Our internal labyrinth of a hostel was located in the industrial zone of Hamburg, very far away from anywhere where you could spend money buying anything, edible or not. Douchebag American doesn't speak German and the Germans there didn't speak douchebaggian English. The weather had been as miserable as a sock with a toe hole -cold, windy and cloudy and it was early August ffs- ever since we set our foot on German soil, but to top it all off it started pouring when the apple quest had already began.
I was unaware of the latter, until I regained consciousness once more, only to see a couple of apples on the bed next to me and someone soaking wet in the background.

[Apple-Knight]: .....

[Semi-Lich] : ... (!) O.O

[Apple-Knight] :

[Semi-Lich] :

[Apple-Knight]:



...

He never commented on APPLE: Mission Impossible, and I never asked.
He did however ask if perhaps I wanted to rest and start going to the festival the following day. My idiotic yet spirited response was "HELL, NO. You came all the way here for Wacken and we are going there no matter what." So, a couple of hours later we were, gawkily but determined, on our way to the highly anticipated climax of our vacation.. and the beginning of its ending.


Things to know about Wacken...

1. The festival grounds are surrounded by woods and nice-green-stuff-we-don't-give-a-shit-about-because-metal-music-can-be-heard-growing-louder-and-louder-as-one-humbly-approaches-the-Holy-Wacken-Land.

2. The three-dog nights are extremely unsympathetic towards sick metalheads (that's us and every poor bastard who was camping in the nearby area -apart from the Scandinavians who were running around semi naked, oblivious to the fact that everyone else was more often than not sneezing D.N.A and heavy metal points out).

^thermal radiation fog

3. Santa Claus exists and so does santa metal.

4. Everyone in Wacken has boobs.

5. If you pass out, you die.

6. Everything goes.

7.There's lots of fantastically useless shit you can buy, so be loaded.

8. A force from high above is watching you.

9. If you're not sure about what to do, you might as well hump a mechanical bull.

10. Eat with a metal fork, cause Jesus loves you anyway.

In the next episode:
-running around naked on rooftops and possible trauma for those who witnessed it.
-what happens when we end up broke, hungry and sick in the middle of nowhere, at nighttime, with no means of transportation.
-W.O.A. 2010 bands.


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Wacken 2010, Part I -DoSu10' by The Schismarch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Greece License. -All photos (except for the aerial one), are mine & by me (except for the bull-riding ones obviously).

This Shit Discombobulates Me (+5 Pnts For Vocab)

A few hours ago, when it was still October the 9nth, there was an online "celebration" of Lennon's 70th birthday. Thousands of people "liked" this on social networking sites and "shared" it with their friends.



...
He's like... dead.
I mean, yeah, it's a great promo for his discography and a chance for McCartney and Ono to make statements which will be well received, despite whatever controversy has existed concerning their relationship with Lennon, yet... Com'on, what next? Throw him a birthday party and invite Elvis and Jimi?
I have surely stopped celebrating my grandpa's birthday since his demise and can only see the point of celebrating a birthday (despite demise) if it's, dunno, Christ's (after all, He did have a V.I.P. resurrection pass). How much more money can they make by the post mortem exploitation of people who were turned into icons for a money-making purpose in the first place? Doesn't this star cannibalism, initiated by whomever can profit from it, disgust anyone? Are people that far gone that they are going to virtually celebrate "events" that defy the mere logic of the particular celebration itself?
I don't know if Lennon was a great man, but he definitely was a great musician. He should be remembered as one by means a little more relevant to his life accomplishments such as music awards named after him or a music foundation which could financially support upcoming musicians, named after him. In fact, I believe those do exist. If there just HAS to be a day to remember him, this could be the date of the release of "Imagine" for example.
After all, why should post mortem birthday celebration only be the case for one musician? We should celebrate 10 birthdays of deceased people per day: inventors, presidents, philosophers, painters and the list goes on forever...
I nominate this as the What. The. Fuck. moment of October 9nth 2010.


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This Title Has Been Removed By Chuck Norris

... along with other things, as you come to realise when you regain consciousness in a house filled with bodies in different poses of decomposition, the morning after an eventful night of which you're somehow sure you lack the memory of key moments. The pizza slices that now feel like shoe soles, the pile of shoes that now smell like pizza slices, the tranquility of a sunny morning in a room with your friends, the tranquility of a sunny morning being ruined by the snoring of your friends, misplaced things, missing things and things you wtf discover for the first time around... all indicate one thing: you have to go rampaging with a ghostbusters size vacuum cleaner in this bitch. Also, exam period is over.
After nights filled with haunting hours of memorising, revising and finally forgetting everything right before I went to bed, the torture is over. The agonizing battles against tones of exam material and the struggle to overpower my mortal flesh (and its tendency to get bored quickly) had to of course take place at the same time with developments of apocalyptically retarded proportions in my personal life. HOHO I JUST SAID PERSONAL LIFE!.. but yeah, whatever hibernating personal life one has during exam periods anyway.
You know how we all have that one person who is bitch haunting us forever and ever either because we were a prick to them -despite mutual liking- or they were a prick to us -despite mutual liking- or especially because we both were a prick to each other, despite mutual uberliking, + there was a bunch of things left unsaid? There was this guy about 2 and a half (?)/ three(?) years ago who had been part of the eX-files until now, considering we didn't communicate at all since then. Apparently he woke up from the coma, cause in an ultra U.F.O. status relevant move, he reappeared on the general map of life and alternate endings by going all Predator status pursuer. It is true that back then I felt like http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtIdjRMAMMw when it was over. It is also true that this type of song is quite
passé in my ~Experiences Thread~ now. During the past months, all the amount of changes Obama ever promised has happened to my weird shit of a life. Now, the modus operandi is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEhutIEUq8k
So, fuck expired love. Karma is a bitch; So am I. You just got shot down, son.


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Luck Rhymes With Nice Words

Even a clock that doesn't work is right twice a day, so many great things should be accomplished twice a day by mere predictable luck triggered by complete failure in the regular sense. In other words, if you become an anomaly in the particular system you are interested in, your chances to succeed will be without competition because no one else will even try succeeding as an anomaly. No shit, being original in the era of global wide-spread information is hard, but the main thing about it is that being original means being dynamic (unless you want to end up like a philosopher stepping out from a past century, always munching the same dogmas).
So, we've got :

1. anomaly
2. anomaly of one system at a time
3. dynamic anomaly of one system at a time

If one applies that to themselves, they will make themselves a rather unpredictable factor of the specific system. By doing so in social context, you will be considered an elitist who doesn't give a flying fuck about most people and thinks he/she can do shit on his/her own. That of course is not a problem because it is the truth(!) XD : If you choose to be an anomaly, you should be prepared to accept that you are part of a whole, working as a unit instead of the opposite (which is what most people do). So, no, I don't predict 15 bff's -but I do predict 15.000 acquaintances- because you will be attractive in the black swan sense instead of the super pretty white swan sense; and that's where we get to show a little of our temperament, by creating black swan personas.
Unless one is so overprotected they basically live in a bubble, everyone has to create one or more personas to protect their true personality, by misleading the other person to assumptions which can only hurt the persona.
Personas are the exact opposite of one or more aspects of our characters. For most people they are a scale or two more badass than the actual person (=predictable *yawn*). For a certain type of sensitive, their personas tend to be carefree and amusing, providing their audiences with moments of comic relief in between serious fan-hitting by shit (they also love the buzz and have a tendency towards uncalled for drama in certain issues). If the person is creative, smart and with a shitty environment/ one that's holding them back, the persona will master escapism techniques (though the problem with such types is that because of the situation they're stuck in, they get used to an unfulfilling state being the reality and therefore the supposedly temporary dead end becomes the status quo; the lack of character resources becomes cancerfied and the persona ends up being the person). Rarely personas are intentionally embarrassing and retarded. That's a sign of a person with guts.
My own persona was of a very simple structure. It liked to attract attention, make-up & clothewise, but was extremely passive "character"wise. It basically was an easy to be targeted dummy that was prone to bottling up shit. Such a persona only does a person any actual good in high school, so I'm in the ongoing process of developing a new one. One without any stable characteristics, thus one without characteristics. I don't even think it can be called a persona; it's more like another me that gives my actual self the option of the second chance in the situations it gets involved in. Its flexibility spares me the bowel activity of giving a shit about skin-deep complications, but helps me focus on giving two shits about things that do matter, since it makes a conscious choice of what matters, being a persona with no dogmatic reaction pattern.
Luck rhymes among other things with schmuck and the new persona model of mine is proving to be lucky and definitely not passive...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8XiNfgXFuU


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10 Days By The Sea, On The Sea Or In The Sea (kinda drowning) -DoSu'10

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