Remember it’s me

I figured I’d clean my room a bit yesterday and put on Gotthards most recent album “Firebirth” and when “Remember, It’s Me” came on I was just putting down stuff in my concertmemoribilia drawer, I just stopped for a while and looked around my room. And wherever I turn, I see things from my life. Or perhaps, what I used to do a lot but not so much anymore.

Next to my bed I got half a wall (I have a bunk bed) dedicated to Lordi, where I got one A3 signed poster from 2006 (!!) and underneath it I got small posters, one article about my friend and Lordi and underneath the Kita mask sitting next to the poster I got one own photographed picture of each member (Mr L, Ox, Amen, Awa, Kita, Otus) and next to it I got all the pictures I ever had with Lordi members. All is there, to my right, and is literally the last thing I see before I go to bed. To the right from them, I got a similar situation going on but with Wig Wam. And underneath my bed, a wall for Alice Cooper.

If I look at my left from my bed, across my room, I see the contrary of Lordi, my Eurovision shelf and wall where I have all my Eurovision Song Contest memoribilia. You know. The scarves I got in Düsseldorf to cheer for Zdob si Zdub, the necklace, all the tickets, the flags I used, even the lego thing I built at the hotelroom. And the bandana we got from the greek delegation in 2010 for “Opa!”.

If you continue to the left from there, you reach my infamous ticketwall, with all my concerttickets together with my first Kita Face Shirt that nowadays is signed and got a Press Pass nailed onto it, and therefore hangs on the wall now. That was the last time I met Kita, actually. Or well, as Kita that is. And if you move even further to the left, past my small wardrobe to the mirror side, it’s an inferno of things. It’s signed posters from Germany, various press and photopasses, and even a few backstagepasses and photos. Loads of photos.

But going through the drawer, seeing all those “Honey Hellraiser” stickers, Steel Panther stickers, various packages with even more various content from Crashdiet, all the picks from various bands, the towel Sami J originally gave to Argo but he refused to accept, the pricetag Sampsa put on me.. It all striked back. Looking through the pictures lying in the drawer, it literally all striked back. All the adventure, all the fun we had together.

And it made me think, and wonder. What happened? Why ain’t I doing this so much anymore? I don’t know. I only know that, I can’t live without myself if I don’t get back in the game. I can’t even picture a life without this. Without travelling. Without dancing jenka to Hardcore Superstar at 3 am in the morning. I can’t live without changing trains in Würzburg, without having traindelays to a festival that lies so off I don’t even get it. I can’t go without waiting for three hours in rain to have a chat with the bandmembers after a long day. I can’t live without doing those 36 hours “NonStop Nite” travels to Finland, I can’t live without visiting On The Rocks or Bäkkeri with my favorite Germans (and Austrian) to see some of my favorite finnish boys playing. Can’t live without strolling about in Finland, Germany, England, France, Norway, Denmark and not knowing where we are or where we are actually heading, just that we are.

Well. There ain’t much time left on 2012, and the only Finland date fitting is on the same time as Sabaton in Karlstad. I can’t make up my mind yet on which one to take on, but something I do know, with help of Operation S.B.T.Y, 2013 will be a year that covers up for all these past years. What Operation S.B.T.Y is? Well, you’ll see. Soon enough.

Now I’m just gonna sit back to the sound of Van Halens “Why Can’t This Be Love”, the song that was played the first time I saw my current crush on a festival a few years ago. Oh, faith.

// Sara

One Response to “Remember it’s me”

  1. ” can’t live without myself if I don’t get back in the game. I can’t even picture a life without this. Without travelling. Without dancing jenka to Hardcore Superstar at 3 am in the morning. I can’t live without changing trains in Würzburg, without having traindelays to a festival that lies so off I don’t even get it. I can’t go without waiting for three hours in rain to have a chat with the bandmembers after a long day…… [etc]”
    I know what you mean! I have to do all that, it feels like it’s all a part of the adventure! Planning, booking, travelling, queueing, rock out, waiting for the band afterwards, travel home, rest, go to next gig. It is what I love to do 🙂

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