{"id":530,"date":"2010-05-25T17:36:07","date_gmt":"2010-05-25T15:36:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/passioncolorseverything.com\/blog\/?p=530"},"modified":"2017-06-22T13:10:29","modified_gmt":"2017-06-22T11:10:29","slug":"do-you-ever-dream-of-the-world-like-i-do","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/passioncolorseverything.com\/blog\/?p=530","title":{"rendered":"Do you ever dream of the world like I do?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Poets of the Fall &#8211; K-17, Berlin; May 23rd 2010<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;*That* was bloody amazing!&#8221; were my first words to Marko after the gig in Berlin. And I wasn&#8217;t exaggerating either.<\/p>\n<p>When they announced the gig a while ago I cursed my fate. Why oh why of all possible dates in one year did they have to pick my mom&#8217;s birthday? It took some sweet-talking and arranging and luck, but finally it was clear that we would have birthday lunch this year and I could leave straight for Berlin after that. Since my parents live in Wolfsburg it was only a 1,5 hour train ride. I am also lucky to have my friend C. living in Berlin, just down the road from the club so I had a place to stay as well.<\/p>\n<p>Arrived to sunshine, met up with C. strolled over to the club to meet E. and her sister B. Then it was the usual hanging out, chatting, waiting. Some of us got to hear the soundcheck from outside, then the guys came out and said hello. More waiting, rain, being told to line up elsewhere. The guys came back and Jaska was giving out hugs. Nice.<\/p>\n<p>The doorman of the club was pretty pissed off about someone not showing up and spent quite some time yelling angrily into his cellphone. He was still nice to us when they finally let us in. No barrier in front of the stage so I chose to step back from front row to be able to take pictures. It was frigging dark in there too \u2013good thing my new camera can handle low light.<\/p>\n<p>It was hot in the club before the first band even started. I was wearing a long sleeve shirt and knew I was not gonna last in that one. Until the first band came on stage there was still some confusion, because originally Popcorn Drama and K\u00e4rtsy had been anounced, but a day before the show it was down to K\u00e4rtsy. I had assumed, Poets would play before K\u00e4rtsy, because this was originally K\u00e4rtsy&#8217;a tour. Yet it was clear by the looks of it that most people were there to see Poets of the Fall so it was only fitting that K\u00e4rtsy played first.<\/p>\n<p>At first I thought &#8220;Oh, they are actually better than I remember them from Aachen&#8221;, but after a while I knew again why I had not liked them very much. Just way too weird for my taste. The music was OK and I have seen worse bands, but it was nothing to write home about and I was glad when it was over. It had felt like hours anyway. Halfway through their show I undressed down to the tank top I was wearing &#8211; better.<\/p>\n<p>I was in the upstairs bathroom when I heard people screaming downstairs and hurried back down because I thought the Poets might have come on stage already. I was wrong, only their banner had been revealed and the audience already was louder than during K\u00e4rtsy&#8217;s entire gig. I almost felt sorry for K\u00e4rtsy then.<\/p>\n<p>It still took a while before the Poets started, but when they did the noise the audience made climbed to unbelievable levels. \u2018Dreaming wide awake\u2019 kicked off the show as usual. Marko remarked it was nice to have come all the way from Finland to be in the sauna in Berlin. Very true! That did not keep anyone from rocking though.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Smoke and Mirros\u2019 followed and \u2018Diamonds for Tears\u2019 only slowed things down a little bit. The first time to catch our collective breath was \u2018War\u2019 &#8211; at least until the acoustic part was over. It started funny though, because Marko decided to annex Ollie&#8217;s chair. He sang the Muppet theme too.<br \/>\nWith lots of power and the audience going wild they continued: \u2018Given and denied\u2019, \u2018Dying to live\u2019, \u201815 Min Flame\u2019. Lots of contact with the audience and hand-shaking. Unfortunately many people chose to take pictures with a flash. Marko had to close his eyes several times because of the brightness. While lightning conditions were lousy, there is still no excuse for that.<\/p>\n<p>My personal happy moment came during \u2018Change\u2019, when Marko looked at me while singing my favorite line \u201cDo you ever dream of the world like I do?\u201d \u2018Locking up the sun\u2019 picked up speed again and \u2018Lift\u2019 drove everything to one wild finish. I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ve jumped that much during the gig in a long time (and holding on to my heavy camera did not make it easier). Smiles all around, on stage and off.<\/p>\n<p>We yelled at the top of our lungs for more. Marko asked us what the word was and we tried to teach him &#8220;Zu-ga-be&#8221;. Alas, Finns cannot speak a Z (or soft S), thus &#8220;Suhgabe&#8221; is as close as he got \ud83d\ude00 \u2018Carnival of Rust\u2019 was the last song. Too short, of course too short, but all sorts of wonderful. Now where is that rewind button again?<\/p>\n<p>All of us were exhausted, soaked and very red faced after the gig, but had they played for two more hours it still would not have been enough. They came out to thank us and said we were a great audience. I second that. Talked to Ollie briefly and spent a long time standing next to Marko (who was sitting on the edge of the stage), just enjoying it and listening to everyone else talk. At one point he asked me if I wanted a picture and I was like &#8220;Nah, I&#8217;m good.&#8221; Really, there is not much more I could ask for.\u00a0I took a few pictures for friends and the A. came up with the idea of a group picture with the Prowlers banner, so we did that. Before they left, I got a hug from Marko too.<\/p>\n<p>After the high of the show it took a long time to unwind. A group of us stayed at the bar for a few drinks and chatted the night away. As always, there wasn\u2019t much sleep to be had and as always, it didn\u2019t matter at all.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">Setlist<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Dreaming Wide Awake<br \/>\nSmoke And Mirrors<br \/>\nDiamonds for Tears<br \/>\nWar<br \/>\nGiven And Denied<br \/>\nDying To Live<br \/>\nIllusion &amp; Dream<br \/>\n15 Min Flame<br \/>\nChange<br \/>\nLocking up the sun<br \/>\nLift<\/p>\n<p><em>Suhgabe:<\/em>\u00a0<img decoding=\"async\" title=\"Wink\" src=\"http:\/\/www.poetsofthefall.com\/forum\/images\/smilies\/icon_wink.gif\" alt=\";)\" \/><br \/>\nCarnival of Rust<\/p>\n<p><a href=\" http:\/\/passioncolorseverything.com\/pics\/?p=29\">pictures of this concert<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poets of the Fall &#8211; K-17, Berlin; May 23rd 2010 &#8220;*That* was bloody amazing!&#8221; were my first words to Marko after the gig in Berlin. And I wasn&#8217;t exaggerating either. 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