I concentrate on the destination so much that I miss the journey there and back

Poets of the Fall – C-Club, Berlin; November 18th

I still remember that day in late June when I first heard about the tour in Germany in November. There had been rumors, but I didn’t know any dates or details until Marko told me after the concert in Sieravuori (remember the “secret” in that post? This was it). I was way too excited to ask about cities then, all I wanted to know if the dates would fit with my other plans for the fall and they did. So it was time for a little happy dance a few days before the official announcement in early July.

The next wave of excitement rolled over me when the tickets went on sale. Now I know what ticket anxiety feels like but in context of Poets of the Fall concerts this was news to me. Yet there had been such a hype created that I was actually scared I would not get tickets. It turned out to be surprisingly easy: I called as soon as the phone lines opened and the whole thing was done in about ten minutes. It was time to relax and plan and count down the days.

The summer tour happened, the start of the fall tour, plans for the winter gigs in Finland, other band’s concerts and in the midst of all that I almost forgot what a huge deal this was. The gigs in Germany just became part of my concert list (and it was a long list this year), planned and organized like all the others. It wasn’t until all the preceding concerts were over that I finally realized it was only a week to go. Then the last wave of excitement hit me full force:  Poets of the Fall touring Germany, touring MY COUNTRY in just a week, ONE WEEK! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

Happily I counted down the last few days to the first concert and suddenly I found myself in Berlin where this whole adventure was going to start. Having arrived the day before the show, B. and I spent the first evening out with friends, all from other fandoms, but all except one having tickets for the gig. We had a nice time talking about all sorts of things – a welcome distraction from the butterflies in my stomach.

On show day it was time for B. and me to meet up with C., have lunch and go to the venue. We met A. and N. briefly, hung out, waited, the usual. More and more people arrived, more familiar faces: M. and A. from Poland, K., J. and T., many others. Someone came out and handed out VIP wristbands (pink :O), we lined up and they let us in around 5 p.m. There was some confusion about my big camera, but it was soon cleared up and I received my photopass (special thanks to Captain and Tiia for organizing this for me).

We walked straight into front row while the guys were on stage playing ‘Signs of Life’. I certainly had not expected that, but it was nice. The guys discussed a bit about the sound (I think), then played ‘Sorry go round’. Ollie was playing on and Marko joked about him always playing guitar. After soundcheck they all sat on the edge of the stage, signing autographs and taking pictures with the fans. We had to walk behind the barrier to meet them, which worked well. With the wristbands each one of us had gotten a huge postcard with the promo picture on so we’d have something to get signed.

When it was my turn, I handed both Jari and Captain a belated birthday present and we chatted briefly. I had a booklet to sign as a present for a friend and Captain joked with me that I always get things signed for others. Ollie hugged me, then we talked a bit before I moved on. Jani was all smiles and spoke surprisingly little German this time around. He usually takes the opportunity to speak a bit of German with me, but he might have had to do a lot of that already. Marko was visibly still recovering from a fever/cold he had had the days prior to the show, but was in a good mood nonetheless. We didn’t have so much time to talk, because the doors were about to open for people with regular tickets.  Overall the guys took the time to chat with everyone, sign stuff and take a few pictures before they disappeared backstage. They also received a few presents.

When they were gone, I went and said hello to the crew briefly, got drinks and settled down in front row. All the shiny new merchandise would have to wait until after the show. Everyone was in a good mood, people who had regular tickets filed in, there were a few hellos and the usual wait for the show. I was happy the meet and greet had worked so well. Everything was well organized and ran smoothly. Now I was ready for whatever was to come next.

As it got closer to showtime, the crowd grew visibly excited. There was clapping as the lights went down, but not much when the intro started. Except for C. and me, hardly anyone seemed to understand that this was the start of the show. The music swelled, I heard “time, time, time, time” echoing from the speakers and when the band walked on stage one by one the crowd cheered. The drumbeat set in, then the keyboard like a ticking clock. People were clapping along.  The bass added to the foundation of the song and the guitars drove it forward.  “Welcome to the Temple of Thought” Marko greeted us, the stage lights went on and I saw the guys smile. Still, I felt a knot of anxiety in the pit of my stomach – what about the sound? Seconds later, Marko started singing “Here’s my confession, cause I can’t keep it in me…” – I heard every word loud and clear. The knot instantly dissolved, I raised my arms and screamed, letting go of all the pent – up anxiety I had felt for days. Right then and there, everything was perfect.

‘Diamonds 4 Tears’ started, people willingly clapped along and they sang. These were fans, happy to see their favorite band live, hanging on to every word spoken on stage, watching every move and doing their best to make it a great concert. The listened during the ballads and rocked out during the faster songs.

For ‘Cradled in Love’ I made a call to S. and let her listen in. We had joked on After ‘Signs of Life’ Marko opened a bottle of water and threw the cap in my direction, aiming for my camera. He missed and we both laughed about it. Ollie was jokingly stabbing at Jani with his guitar at one point. Many time Jaska and Jani stood on the speakers by the side of the stage to play. 🙂

Lots of energy was flowing back and forth between the audience and the stage. The guys clearly enjoyed being there and having room to move. There was a lot of moving around, dancing, jumping and dueling each other going on.

The main set ended with ‘Late Goodbye’, the Poets left the stage and the audience was yelling for more. We didn’t have to wait long. Marko came back out and asked us if we wanted to hear more. We confirmed. They played ‘Sorry go round’ acoustically, including a band introduction where everyone got to play solos. It was all quite funny: Ollie showed us how to stretch, Jaska played guitar with a whiskey bottle and Marko stood up on Ollie’s barstool, gestured for Jani to hand him the microphone and spent some time on his own little stage.

The ended with the powerful triple of ‘Dreaming wide awake’, ‘Carnival of Rust’ and ‘Lift’, repeating the emotional once more rollercoaster of the entire concert in the last three songs. As the last songs rang out we smiled at each other happily. It had been such a great start. The guys even came out again after the concert to says hello to the fans, which didn’t have VIP tickets.

Now it was time to check out the new merchandise, buy a T-Shirt, chat with Petri for a bit, meet all the friends I hadn’t seen before the gig, say goodbye to those who had to leave and finally end up in a bar for some Caipirinha. As a little bonus I ended up with a tour poster from the venue’s door that one of the security guards took down and just handed to me. Thus, the first German gig ended and I tried to get some sleep before the next one.

Poets of the Fall autumn tour – 6 gigs down, 8 to go. Next stop: Munich

Setlist

Running Out of Time
Diamonds for Tears
Temple of Thought
Cradled in Love
Locking Up the Sun
Signs of Life
Stay
Illusion and Dream
Jeremiah Peacekeeper
Kamikaze Love
Miss Impossible
Late Goodbye

Encore:
Sorry go round (bossa nova) + band intro and solos
Dreaming Wide Awake
Carnival of Rust
Lift

pictures of this concert

The boundary between sleeping and waking

Árstíðir – Šv. Kotrynos bažnyčia, Vilnius; November 10th, 2012

I have just returned home from what definitely was my last Árstíðir concert this year. As much as I’d love to see them in Reykjavik for Christmas, those flights are a bit above my budget. There is a German saying about stopping when things are at their best so I’ll try to go by that for a change and look forward to next year. 🙂 There will be a tour in the spring and somehow I will manage to see a few concerts there. For now it’s over though, but instead of being sad about that I ought to be happy with what I had and I have more than enough reason to be…

Arrived in Vilnius on Saturday afternoon, having slept very little and going the long way around via Vienna. My first walk after checking in to my hotel was to the church where the concert would be. It looked beautiful from the outside. I spent the remainder of the afternoon walking around Vilnius’ Old Town, taking pictures and looking forward to the concert. A bit of resting in my room, then it was time to go.

The guys were still on stage soundchecking while people already stood in the anteroom waiting. I watched them through the door and instantly started smiling when I caught some of the music. Some minutes later we were allowed to enter the church and I was completely overwhelmed by the beauty of the room I was in. What an amazing backdrop for a concert. I walked to my seat in front row center and could not stop smiling. I already knew it was worth coming here. I looked around and saw a full house – sold out it seemed.

A little after 8 p.m. the local promoter walked on stage and announced the band. Polite applause as they walked out. They started with ‘Sunday Morning’, which had been my haunting tune for a few days. I was completely blown away by the acoustics in the room – the sound was full and clear and unbelievably beautiful. I had felt a bit heavy-hearted beforehand because it was going to be my last concert in a while, but when they started singing, all my sadness left me. Their music just makes me so happy, it’s impossible to cry.

‘Heiðin’ was next and then three English songs in a row, my favorite ‘Days ‘n’ Nights’, the lovely ‘Ages’ and ‘You just have to know of me’. It’s almost funny how such melancholic songs can make me so happy.

Especially the a cappella songs were made for this building. It was such a joy to listen to their voices rising and falling and coming at me from all sides. The church truly offered surround sound. I’m sure it sounded this amazing everywhere in the room.

The first half of the concert consisted of more English songs while the second half was almost exclusively Icelandic. It was as if the band felt they needed to ease the audience into the Icelandic songs. For me it worked well this way, because it took me from the more familiar songs that I know the lyrics to the more unfamiliar ones, where I can’t sing along.

I’m still struggling to find the right words to describe what I witnessed last night – magical? Beautiful? Otherworldly? Maybe there are no words that cover what this music does to me, maybe there is no way to bring across what it feels like to be there to see these guys on stage, so lost in their music and their singing at times that I can’t help but wonder if they’d notice they world falling apart around them. Yet at the same time they are very present in the here and now, watching the audience, taking in their reactions.

Me? After that one look around in the beginning I didn’t notice much of what was going on anywhere but on stage. Once again not having my camera with me meant being able to fully get lost in the music. During the first half of the concert I still tried to take in the surroundings, the stage, the walls, the high ceiling, but then I just let the sound carry me. I love that moment when everything else slips my mind and music is all there is.

As usual they ended with ‘Shades / Tárin’, then had us call them back for one last song they performed acoustically. Once again the concert left me wanting more. I would not have wanted to miss this for the world.

When they walked off stage to go to the front of the room and sign autographs I got hugs and hellos. I followed them out of the main room, but stayed in the background chatting with Linda and Maria who remembered me from Plauen and told me a bit about the Russian tour. After everyone else was gone I got to talk to the guys and they even invited me to a bar for their after show get-together. That was certainly unexpected. There was a lot of talk and music before it was time to say goodbye with one last hug. See you next year, guys, I miss you already!

Setlist

Sunday Morning
Heiðin
Day ‘n’ Nights
You just have to know of me
Ages
Orð að eigin vali
Þér eg unni
Lost in you
Brestir
Nú gleymist ég

Land mins föður
Ljóð í sand
Látum okkur sjá
Á meðan jörðin sefur
Næturylur
Við dagsins hnig
Til hennar
Heyr himna smiður
Shades / Tárin

Encore
Góða veislu gjöra skal