Ode to Sverker.
This was the celebration of our guitarist, Sverkerīs, thirtieth birthday and as an attempt to shock those of his friends who hadnīt quite grasped what he was really doing on his sparetime we made a fifteen songs short appearance.
Since this was a private party that noone had payed to participate we joked about it being ok to play not only drunk but seriously shitfaced and before the guys had grasped the fact that I very rarely joke about serious stuff like booze I was well into my fifteenth beer when we finally entered the stage...
This seemed like it could be a problem but after a few songs I realised that it didnīt make much difference apart from the fact that I become a real chatterbox when drunk. Apparently that didnīt bother the reluctant audience much more than the music we performed.
Despite my attempts to try and get the audience to mosh in celebration of the birthday boy only a small yet passionate group gathered in front of the scene and tore shit up. Horns up to you guys and gals!
10 songs and two more beers later I made the amusing fault of playing the wrong song and I realised how not sober I were. We did it again and did it right all the way to the ending of the set with a truly brutal version of Lies and then we went on to mingle with the amazed/shocked crowd to get their opinions on their friends secret hobby.
Amazingly enough most people seemed to have enjoyed the chaotic grindcore. I guess it was kind of an disappointment for Sverker who I think was aiming at getting everybody to flee before he had to open his gifts in front of everyone...
Anyway we had a real blast grinding drunk out of our minds and most of the audience politely said they liked the show so we went on to celebrate a great show with more beer, wine and booze the way Art of Murder celebrates a show well done, by passing out pissdrunk...
Oddly enough something went terribly wrong and none of us passed out like a good drunkard. Instead some of us were seen dancing (donīt ask, donīt tell) to sweet soul music until the break of dawn. Magnus won the price though, sitting up alone around eight in the morning drinking whisky and complaining about everyone else being asleep already...
All in all it was a great gig, a great party and everyone even survived though yours truly longed for death the day after due to a severe hangover from hell. (20 beers, a bottle of wine and half a bottle of whisky has to hurt somewhere in the morning)
To top it all off Mange got the worst of fevers to top my hangover and looked like he was going to die for sure lying on the floor sobbing about death, hospitals and just generally hallucinating. It was truly metal to watch and for a while I was actually a bit worried that he would die then and there...
The ones worth mentioning:
Sverker for being born... Kimmy for taking pics as usual and moshing alongside Jerry, Kim, Andrea and Csaba. You guys and gals rock! Of course all the others attending the party making it THE event of 2006. Thanks a ton!!!