I'm sure that everyone has those days when it feels like the whole world is just flat out shitting on your parade. Well, yesterday started off as just one of those days. I had just finished my three day work streak of 12 hrs each(1 day 2 nights). I woke up excited to have the rest of the week off and looking forward to the gig I was going to, Nero over at Cardiff Uni Student Union. Then my friends canceled on me cause they weren't feeling well. So looked like I was going to have to go to the big city all alone. Great. Then our train tickets ended up costing a total 16 quid more than they were supposed to. Then we lost the hotel reservation we were supposed to have in Dublin. Next thing I know, my friend tells me on Facebook that he will not able to accommodate in Germany during my inter railing, not at least during the time that I was intending on being in Germany. Which means that I have to re-plan my travels.. sigh.
Luckily my day did get a bit better from there. Camilla decided to come to the gig with me and take one of the tickets from my friends who decided not to go. So we went to Cardiff by train and found the venue quite easily. Nero had some random DJ warming him up, pretty decent dubstep but every song sounded pretty much the same and there wasn't much in the way of visuals, so the warm up was mediocre at best. Then Nero goes on.. and the whole venue just explodes. I had previously thought that Nero is just one dude, but its actually two. They did an amazing job and had a nice visual show as well in the background. The bass blastin' was sending shockwaves through my body. People kept throwing plastic cups filled with what ever all over the crowd. The whole gig did seem a bit like a Daft Punk copy. But it was good though, I did really enjoy myself. Me and Camilla were amongst the oldest people at the venue though, people were quite young. Bridgend is known for its violence: the nights round here can be pretty bad if you're not careful. So it was quite funny when I was talking with some dudes and I just said that Bridgend is crap compared to cardiff and then some dude comes along saying like "Hey, I'm from Bridgend".. and it was pretty obvious since he was bleeding from the corner of his left eye. I have some pictures of the gig on my phone but I cant get them out of the phone since I don't have the proper cables for it. The pictures aren't very good as the camera on my temporary phone is only like two megapixels or something.
The highlight of the night happened in the mens room. I was just minding my own business when all of the sudden two guys come along, one on each side of me. They start speaking Swedish or something. So of course me being me, I start talking Svenska to them for the hell of it. Something like "Javisst mycket sverige bögaren" and both of the dudes just look at me like.. wtf? Turns out that they're actually Norwegian and both of them are really nice.. But their names. My face melted. One of them is called THOR. As the viking god who swings the hammer around. And the other is called MAGNERS... like the cider. I laughed my ass off, I hope they weren't offended! So anyway after the gig we went and had some food and talked, they were really nice guys. It was really late so they actually let me stay on their couch for the night and in the morning I made my way back to Bridgend. Good trip overall!
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