An Intimate Night with Lordi – a tale of Spit and Ice cubes: Part 1

**** Lordi @ Monroe’s, Galway, Ireland 10/11 -16 *****

So, we got up at about 8 in the morning to get ready to leave for Galway, which was easier said than done. Gladly, I had gotten a really really cute Leap card – their buscards with FROGS on them, so getting to the busstation was actually easier than it could have ended up being. We got on the train.. And you know, I got flashbacks from Clermont-Ferrand earlier this year.

It was the same group of dead-tired pathetic looking crowd that got on a train sitting there staring deadly at each other. After a while, we one by one drozed of to sleep, or well, not all at the same time but… You know, we slept like three hours, and despite that, it’s difficult to fall asleep. I don’t know if it’s the excitement or if I’m just waay too used to sleeping very little, but hard it was.

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After some time, we finally made it to Galway and the first person we run into at the trainstation is no one less than Gavin himself! Good seeing him again. We got out on the road, or well, out in the small little village that is Galway and found ourself a really cute little pub to sit down and eat in. We decided to try the Galway Hooker beer, because I swear to God – ever since I came to Ireland, I haven’t been able to NOT sing “Galway Hooookerrrrr, hot little motherfucker”

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Once done with lunch / dinner / whatever it was, we headed off to check into our hotel, or, our SUITE. Because, despite being one million stairs, there was indeed a good nice suite waiting for us at the top, and holy hell. We sort of wish this was the suite we had when we were in Dublin. The balcony alone was bigger than our room in Dublin! And this hotel was even CHEAPER than in Dublin! What are the odds.

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Anyway. We started getting ready for the show. Reluctantly. Very, very reluctantly. WE HAD A SUITE GODDAMN IT, WHY WOULD WE WANT TO LEAVE?

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But of course, we also need to be in line, because seriously, if we went this far, why would we let those front row spots get lost? So, said and done, we headed off toward the venue. After some walking, we finally made it there, and we were greeted with a small little pub. Mike came out and greeted us, and informed us that the supportbands would play on a different stage than Lordi. Which made us feel rather… uncomfortable. What do we do? We really wanted to see Silver Dust, but then what? Nathan then so graciously offered to skip out on Silver Dust, and we managed to hook up a girl, named Paula, to also help out as she was only interested in Shiraz Lane. That was super, super nice of her!

So, the queueing went on. We got to dance around to “SOWCA” a bit while the rehearsed, hung out with each other, got superkind gifts from Mike in the shape of drinks, chocolate and an album with his old band Monstersound.

After a while, Paula, Sophie and I went back to the hotel for a bathroom break, but also to collect my phone and dinner for everyone who wanted it, and then back to the venue for some more hanging out before the show, as another guy had joined us. Seriously.

I was asked, why do you go to the venue so early? What is the point? And this is the point. The point is that we are all there together, with only each other at the only company and entertainment. No TV to distract us, no computers, nothing. We do have phones, sure, but they are sooo rarely used when hanging out like this. I promise you that.

As the clock approached 21, the guards got ready to finally open the door, only to be told by the manager that they had to wait another half an hour. We were sort of taken aback from the late opening hours. 21.30. For a Lordi show? It felt so odd, but getting it really confirmed from reliable sources, it had to be it. BUT FINALLY, the clock hit 21.30 and we were let in.

So, we ran up the venue only to get very confused. I asked the merch girl that, where the hell do I go? And she showed the way. But first, we went up to Lordis stage and it was the most pathetic and adorable thing I have seen. The only thing even rescembling a fence was a flight case, on which we nailed up the flag and put our stuff before getting into the hall where Silver Dust was playing. Seriously. So cute. So intimate. And how do we do “It Snows In Hell”?

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We went into the second room, only to noticing it being completely empty. Also without any sort of fence. We went up close to the stage, where the drummer was already waiting for the show to start, and you know, it always feels so awkward. We just stood there and smallchatted with Mike before the show finally started.

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So, for the day, they actually got to use their magic mirror! It showed us an enchanted opening scene, that I barely dared to look at in case of surprise moments, but it was all good! So, the rest of the band joined him on stage, and they fired off yet another amazing show. Seriously, it’s so mindblowingly good, I can’t get over this band – where have they been my entire life? I’m especially fond of the finale – where everyone is playing the drums. I love it. I love this band. Holy hell. Thank you!

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After Silver Dust, we went back to Lordis arena – I didn’t really WANT to skip Shiraz Lane, but what can you do? When we came back, we noticed some very special people had tried to claim our spots. We tried arguing with them, but stupid people are stupid – and apparently, these people have never been to a metal show before, so we gave up. In the end, it doesn’t matter, because we still got good spots, and all was fine.

Once Shiraz Lane was over, the people started gathering in the Lordi section and then… Lights out…

To Be Continued

// Sara

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