I feel like I’ve been run over by, not a truck but a, small car, a VW Golf or perhaps a Toyota Corolla.
Why?
Well simply because standing up right for four hours watching a rock concert can do that to you. My lower back has the muscles contracted all the time and my legs are like two soar… well… legs. But who cares! It’s all apart of the concert experience, though you never know, or remember, how much it hurts until the pain starts to set in.
So, last night Kent and Thåström, or rather Tårström and Kent since that was the order in which they played and all this took place at Slottskogsvallen; a really ideal place for concerts. I had never been there before but it was really nice. Pretty much in, maybe just a little outside of, the city center but still with trees, forest, woods and rolling grass hills surrounding it.
I must say that Thåström surprised me. I have never liked Thåstrsöm, but fact is I went to the concert because I had never seen him live. Seeing him live I realised I had never listened to Thåström so my disliking was only based on rumour or something. It’s amazing what some musicians can do with only two chords.
Saying you like Kent in Sweden is pretty uncontroversial, it’s like saying your favourite colour is blue, or your favourite ice cream flavour is vanilla (or if you live i Göteborg that you prefer Volvo over every other car brand ever). Still they don’t seem to have compromised to reach there position (which make there status even more strong I guess).
Between us Camilla and I have every Kent record except the first one.
Kent are true professionals (in a good way) and the show was a fine production (also in a good way). Lot’s of good songs and good lighting.
The only downside of the show, or perhaps in the concert experience, was the short, heavy set, small town boy going into man, in a pink t-shirt, with a beginning bald spot on the top of his head, with a farm boy accent, between every Kent song, to his friend, expressed his disliking of Kent. He had only come for Thåström and spent a grate deal of time flipping through the images of the Thåström concert on his digital camera, showing his friend saying (in my translation) “This is the stuff”. He couldn’t leave either because of fear of not finding his friend later on. Oh and did I fail to mention he was drunk out of his mind?!
Still, a good concert experience I give it a 7/10 dragging down the grade is the fact that Kent did not play two of my favourite songs from their latest album (Vid din sida and Columbus), the length; three and a half hours is a bit on the lenghty side and the pink t-shirt wearing ass hole.
