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NL: Hoorn, Skatefestival My first gig with Gone Bald was planned about one week in advance and all of a sudden we were apparently the headliners of the festival. Being pleased to hear this, obviously, but actually not really having a clue why one would book a noiserockband as headliners on a skatefestival, I decided to not really expect much of it, and succeeded in doing so for a couple of days, but as the day got closer, my rockstar fantasies started taking over my thinking process and images of a huge crowd of skatekids being converted to noiserock fundamentalism within a matter of seconds after the start of then solidly throwing their Limp Bizkit-, Sum 41-, Blink 182- and Marilyn Manson T-shirts on a big funeral pile started flashing before my eyes every two seconds. I knew that reality would kick me in the balls later. The day of the festival was nice, sunny and warm, the stage was nice, the beer was free, the food was great and a lot of kids were rolling by on skateboards and inlineskates and had an average age of fifteen years, I would guess. Slowly becoming aware of the fact that generation gaps like this one usually raise a lot of fundamental and irreconcilable disagreements on just about every topic, and particularly, music, the thought that there would be a slight chance that any one of them would grow up to give a shit about noiserock totally disappeared at some point during the day and I couldn’t really be bothered by it anyway. By the time that Gone Bald entered the stage, most of them had already left the festival, probably to play a computer game or make their first steps into rebellion against their parents and other evil forces in society, and the remaining audience consisted for the main part of people I knew and a small group of unknown people, who left halfway during the show. Above that, according to some girl involved in organising the festival, due to ‘several’ complaints of people living in the neighbourhood, we had to cut it short and we decided to do one more song and above that, someone, apparently not involved in organising the festival, thought that waiting until the end of the song or just leaving the festival wasn’t enough to demonstrate a lack of interest for the fact that we were playing our guts out on stage, and decided to pull the plug in the middle of the last song and consequently leave the festival, before we even realised what exactly happened. So much for conquering the world on this day.

A view from the stage at the Skatefest.

NL: Amsterdam, The End A slight case of poor programming skills caused an acoustic guitar duo called Press A to play before Gone Bald would enter the stage. Apparently none of the people in the bar, myself included, were really interested in hearing them play at this moment and couldn’t be bothered to lower the sound of all the agitated conversations that were having place. I tried hard to be polite and ocasionally check out what is was they were playing, but failed to do so and got back in the usual amount of bullshit talking (that’s just recreation for me and let this count as a warning to all unsuspecting readers who are still considering reading on, hoping to receive some useful information) with my friends. When Gone Bald entered the stage, the bar was really crowded with people. I have experienced heat before, but I can’t recall suffering like this. I was losing litres of sweat and my drumsticks were continuously slipping to the end of my fingertips, almost flying out of my hands and hereby causing grave danger for anyone not protecting the eyes at the moment. Luckily everything went okay, the gig was good and we played an nice encore. I had brought a clean shirt, but it took me a few hours before I had stopped sweating enough to put it on. A nice evening.

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