Wed 09 February 2011
Rammstein announced near the end of last year that they’d be coming to SA and I dragged my feet, so that, by the time I decided I wanted to go, it was too late and the concert was sold out. I tried not to dwell on it and just reasoned, ‘oh well, it’s fine, it’s just not meant to be…’
Months elapsed and suddenly it was Wednesday February 9, the day of the Cape Town concert. Having made my peace with not going some while back, it took me a while to react to the news that Big Concerts had released some 60 canceled tickets that morning – but not too long a while. I think the whole procedure that followed took around an hour, but it was both so frantic and intense that it oscillated between feeling quicker and slower; basically there were a lot of panicked and broken (apparently the reception at UCT seriously sucks) phonecalls back and forth until everything was confirmed and 2 of my friends and I were officially off to Rammstein that evening.
It was the first time I’d been to a concert at Grand West Casino’s Grand Arena, and the first ‘proper’ concert I’ve been to too (I mean with designated standing/sitting areas – I’m more used to standing where I like in a dingy club…); the security lady who took our tickets said they were expecting 7000 people, and that some had been waiting at the venue since 11AM…now, I was super excited, but definitely not enough so to camp out 9 hours early. But this was Rammstein, and they had some diehard fans, which is why I was actually a little disappointed, as I was totally expecting more dressing up than there actually was. Sure, there were a few old-school corset, boots and scary-haired goths but they seemed to be in the minority, at least from what I saw. There were a few weekend goths, who sort of tried a bit too hard and weren’t very convincing, there were even a couple of peak caps and golf shirts, but mostly the crowd seemed to consist of long-haired, jeans and black/band (Rammstein, Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin even…) t-shirted metalheads.
Still, we made an effort! (Well, Mikhaila said she’d leave the dressing up to me and Jess, so we had fun with that…)