Ozzfest. Tool: “Always a pleasure, never a chore”

Ozzfest.. All I can say is: “I can’t fucking hear you!” Teehee. Did that make any sense? I didn’t think it would to all you sissy-non-festers...

So, Friday after school I went to Amersfoort to TommyCee’s house. To get some break from the house and crash at her house and have fun with her and her brother Frank and her mother. Which it was. Saturdaymorning early we got up, got dressed, and got going.

For all the girls, the girly boys and other people who care: TC was wearing a leather skirt, her Chucks, a sunny yellow/orange/green/blue striped top and her new jeans-jacket. Yeah! Frank was wearing his neat shoes, a black jeans, and a Tool tee. Yeah! And I was wearing my gothic dress, with black boots and my cross-necklace, which is now sunburnt in my skin. Yeah!

So we drove, all wrong, and we arrived finally at Nijmegen. There was a lot of crowd walking from the parkings to the park where the fest was, most of them in black tees, and some were in skirts, gothic or just plain very short ones.
Inside it was one blackclad crowd. Which I have absolutely no objection against. Quite the opposite. The sun was shining, peeps were getting drunk and high, and we were kind of straight-edging our way to a stage.

First, we saw Drowning Pool at the main stage. They were kind of good. The lead singer was annoying but hey, it was the first band to play at the Mainstage and we were kindof at the front, to the left (for the crowd).
After that, TC, Frank and I tripped and fell over all of the sitting, lying and otherwise high people to the tent stage where Otep was rocking! Man, that girl can grunt. TC said: “She is so cool on stage that all the men get jealous!” They were so cool.
We returned to the Mainstage, got a bit of Ill Nino (oh yeah) while waiting for Kittie (hell yeah!). And After Forever (they so suck live!) later.

I sticked around at the main stage with Erik, TC’s other brother, and his girlfriend (sticky sticky glue glue!) and Matthijs for Within Temptation. Well, they were okay. I have 3 albums of them but I think I would have had more fun listening to those albums at home than I had with their live performance. The gal was wearing a nice dress (RED!!!) and Robert (the guitarist) was so cute like always, but the rest was bad. The new members of the band and the old ones weren’t well enough played-into eachother and there was a big srew-up during one of the songs, which Sharon saved. I actually think I might have just stayed there because of Robert. Well, that, and I didn’t want to try and walk through an enourmous crowd of drunk and/or high metalheads trying to “feel how soft” my “goth dress” is...like pinch my bottom. *giggle*
{Why?}

So when TC and Frank returned from Soil which must have been way better than Within Temptation, we sat for a while, awaiting Slayer. Matthijs and I goofed around a bit (like, from that moment for the rest of the evening. It wasn’t really flirting but more annoying eachother in good fun. I pinched his big beerbelly, he hit me with the brochure. Real normal and innocent. And yes, I’m serious.) When Slayer played we had a good spot, quite at the front of the crowd, in full view of the show. Unfortunately, some drunk ****** **** ******* was trying to make a pit all on his own, near us. I backed up behind Matthijs (who was a bit larger than I, and had lots more muscles, and is a boy, and can hit the drunk a-hole much harder than I could have). I still got hit, once in the boobage-area, and I tried to stick my elbow out at eye-height. TC scratched him quite hard and I myself had a real urge to hit him very hard somewhere in the groinage area with my purse. We backed out of the crowd and just sat at the fence instead. I didn’t much enjoy Slayer because of that, and I had expected...dunno. More? Other? Dunno.

And then...Tool! I have most enjoyed this band. I can’t really say anything about it. “Always a pleasure, never a chore”. Their performance was very synchronised with the video screen, and I actually recognised some of their songs. The lead singer was dancing really cool, really like one would expect. Totally in the line of the art they make on stage. Like the video.
It was all I had expected, and more. When they were gone, I was pretty flabbergasted. I felt weird. Something had moved inside of me.

Last, was Ozzy himself. Oh, and some band members. Well, Ozzy mooned us, which I almost didn’t see because in the 0.2 seconds he did, my gaze was moving from the stage to the video screen. I almost missed it. Too bad I didn’t completely miss it. *giggle*. Being mooned by a fifty’er. Ew...
Last I heard of them was an enourmous solo on a guitar. It started when I was in the bathroom, and it was done when I arrived at the other side of the field, at the exit. Very long and whining guitar solo. I was so not impressed. Not even when that guitarist played the guitar with his tongue. I can do that. I think. Besides, I don’t even really want to.

Halfway through Ozzy we left, walking back to the car. I spent another night at Tommy’s house. This morning we woke up at eleven, skipped breakfast and had tea and cappuchino outside. After a long talk with her mom, we ventured into Amersfoort where we had brunner (breakfast +lunch +dinner) and she dropped me off at the train station. The train was swamped as always in the weekend. Watched Dawsons Creek. Spoke to the Homegassing Queen. Typing LJ. Hot. Sunburnt. Metallica! [closest I have to Fest-music]

My, this is a long post. Oops. Sorry! *Giggle*