Ghosts in my Shell.
Ghosts in my Shell was inspired by a stray graffiti painting in Berlin that said (G)host in the (S)hell. Host in the Hell. I liked that.
The rest is from the comics rev I've been up to last month.
That aside, Wacken has come and gone, slightly less destructive then Kathrina... and far more entertaining. Think 120,000 metal heads banging together. Think about over 70% of my play list being played live in the highest standards you can imagine. Think 5 days where beer is practically free and the food is easy to get. Think meeting old friends that have grown up with the years and finding you still liked them. Think meeting new people and enjoying a moment of stupidity for stupidity's sake.
Think yelling "Wacken" out loud in the middle of a street and having 30-40 people replying in the same yell, just for the hack of it. Think about talking music and only music with people whom actually dig your style and notions. Think about crowd surfing on a sea of hands with a population larger then most cities in Israel. Ponder buying the most ludicrous things only because they have the W.O.A logo on them, and enjoying them because of it.
It had all the benefits of boot camp with a bunch of friends, without that pesky drill sarge to wiggle your toes. As my brand new shirt said.
A night to remember.
Well, maybe a week.
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*raises the horns and headbang's into the horizon*
Squeal for me WACKEN!
*Squeeeeeee!*