Moonsorrow -- Montreal, Canada -- January 17th, 2007
So, on about Sunday night I believe, a couple of my friends convinced me (with some difficulty) to skip work, make the 7-8 hour drive up to Montreal on a Wednesday to see Moonsorrow, and drive all the way back immediately after the concert. It was an adventure to say the least. My friends (who were coming from just outside Philadelphia) picked me up at about 10 AM, and through hours and hours of beautiful, frozen scenery in New York, we got to Montreal by about 5:30. It was fucking cold. Anyway, the opening bands weren't really worth talking about, and they all spoke in French so I'm not even sure what they were called anyway... the bill had them as Profane Anthem, then Lacrimae Mortalium, and finally Profugus Mortis, who were apparently popular with the local Quebecois, I dunno. They were just annoying, generic extreme metal with violin (complete with token hot girl violinist) and keyboards. The frontman spoke in a weird dialect that was about the French-Canadian equivalent to Spanglish--half French, half English. Oh, sidenote, the drinking age in Canada is 18, and I found out how nice it is to just be able to have a beer at a show.
So, at about 10:30 Moonsorrow came on. We had no problem pushing right to the front of the stage (bar show, no rail), and halfway through the set the guy in front of me left so I had the absolute front-center spot. It was nice. Now, the band had been wandering around the venue when we got there, and the Ville, the frontman, was already visibily drunk when we showed up. He kept drinking the whole night, and then continued drinking while onstage. So they were basically trashed, and they still put on a fucking amazing show. It was goddamn impressive. My friend grabbed the set after they were finished, here it is:
Tuleen Ajettu Maa
(??? Some illegible word scrawled on the set, "äijät"? I don't recall the song)
Ville was fun to watch live, he seemed really happy that everyone was so into them (and singing along to the drunken viking choirs). One funny thing of note--before they played Pimeä, he said: "This song... is about a feeling that is common to all of us... it's about... [anguished voice:] a hangover." So yeah, it was an amazing show, and well worth the frostbitten adventure it took to see it.
The drive back was interesting. We got out of Montreal by about 1 AM, drove back through New York half asleep, stopped at a truck parking stop to sleep for an hour (3:30-4:30), then continued... it was a little frightening having to make sure our driver stayed awake. I drove the last two hours of the ride, and we got back at about 8 AM. I called in sick to work and just slept all day, haha.
What I just did.
Sort of metal.