potential columbine-shooters and one flatz. last night turned out pretty funny. not knowing what to do with myself i got a call asking me to come to a sepultura show.
hell yeah. loud, dark, chaos ad? of course i went.
but it turned out like a weired flashback: i never expected to see such a smelly young crowd headbanging and playing the air guitar to songs i stopped listening to almost 15 years ago. pale, white, overweight teens, old grumpy rockers and the typical bunch of outcasts working as system administrators or at some post-department in some dirty cellar of the industrial world.
the cool thing was meeting flatz himself once again, munichs art sensation, who i ended up standing at the back with, not sure whether we think its really funny or run away screaming. especially after the sepultura-gig, when a band called "in flames" took the main stage. some swedish dark-metall-shit with a singer who wouldnt stop bragging on. i guess he was as surprised as we were that 3000 people actually paid money to see him and his band.
