Og alt me har sammen frå då er minner ...
Jeder von uns hat einen Haufen Erinnerungen an und mit Kaizers Orchestra. Im Rahmen des letzten Quizmas-Kalenders haben viele von Euch mir ihre schönsten Erinnerungen geschickt - und ich fand es so toll, die verschiedenen Ereignisse, Momente und Gedanken zu lesen, dass ich Euch das nicht vorenthalten will.Daher gibt es hier vom 14. September 2015 an ein Jahr lang zweimal die Woche eine neue Erinnerung zu lesen. Vielen Dank an alle Einsender für die tollen Anekdoten, und viel Spaß beim Lesen!
My ultimate Kaizer-induced memory must be the first time I saw Kaizer in Norway.
On a cold, snowy night in february I travelled to Trondheim for the weekend with a friend. We don’t live in Norway, so this was a big expedition. After getting off the nighttrain from Oslo at zeven in the morning we spent a day in happy anticipation, utterly reduced to the level of your average schoolgirl. Apparently compensating for the lack of teenage devotion in our actual teens, we searched for traces of Kaizerness in the city and giggled at thing like ‘the crown jewels’.
Finally we made our slippery way to Samfundet very, very early . I was awed to see how everybody there was as exited for this event as we were (as opposed to the polite interest you get in Holland).
And then on the narrow spiral staircase to the concerthall we sang Resistansen together and everybody joined in. We sang “det finnst ei trapp som går ner til en kjeller, den er så trang at du må gå sidelengs” on actual stairs, that were actually narrow! And with a whole load of people! How cool is that?!
And later that evening, singing at the top of my voice with every song, I realised I had finally found something that was so good it could make me let go completely and just sing my heart out.
On a cold, snowy night in february I travelled to Trondheim for the weekend with a friend. We don’t live in Norway, so this was a big expedition. After getting off the nighttrain from Oslo at zeven in the morning we spent a day in happy anticipation, utterly reduced to the level of your average schoolgirl. Apparently compensating for the lack of teenage devotion in our actual teens, we searched for traces of Kaizerness in the city and giggled at thing like ‘the crown jewels’.
Finally we made our slippery way to Samfundet very, very early . I was awed to see how everybody there was as exited for this event as we were (as opposed to the polite interest you get in Holland).
And then on the narrow spiral staircase to the concerthall we sang Resistansen together and everybody joined in. We sang “det finnst ei trapp som går ner til en kjeller, den er så trang at du må gå sidelengs” on actual stairs, that were actually narrow! And with a whole load of people! How cool is that?!
And later that evening, singing at the top of my voice with every song, I realised I had finally found something that was so good it could make me let go completely and just sing my heart out.
Selma