Og alt me har sammen frå då er minner ...
We all have lots of memories about and with Kaizers Orchestra. During last year's Quizmas calendar, many of you sent me their favorite memories - and I found it so touching to read about all those different events, moments, and thoughts that I definitely want to share them with you.Starting on September 14, 2015, and for a full year, you will get to read a new memory here twice a week. Thanks so much to everyone who sent in their stories, and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did!
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