Blog: Now your ships are gone

Moonspell in GdanskFernando’s blog post:

The sound of the church bell clocking 7PM is remote, resembling the familiar feeling of many towns in Portugal. I am reassuringly awaken from a quick tour nap, inside my dark bunk. We’re in Gdansk, formerly Danzig, and we’re parked, noblesse oblige, at the port. In the morning, sounds of wielders create a small buzz for hours, punctuated only by the silence of the workers’ cigarette pauses. It is grey outside. There is a metallic tone into the sky, suggested perhaps by the surroundings, with flying cranes, dismanteled ships and a disconcerting sense of immobility, broken only by the small repairing works noises and talks. It seems like no big ship is leaving today. I can only guess this is where they come to die their iron-steel death and dismantling. It’s October rust all around. It’s touring.

The club is brand new and is an amazing place to play. A good presale reassures the band against the hardest day to play in the week (Mondays used to be days-off when this luxury could be afforded on tour). I can’t stop wondering that we are the reason why more than 600 people already made plans to face the rain, the cold and a night out. I am happy but intrigued. Is our visit so meaningful to disturb an otherwise tranquil night home, with some tea, TV and slippers on? I guess that in a few hours that responsability will be ours and, as spiritual as it gets, I start focusing for the show and trying to conjure that little extra magic that can turn out this Monday night into a life experience for the ones who dared into the secluded location of the club, in a dead port neighborhood.

I can hang out all day, lowering my body functions like a reptile in wait, but in one hour it’s ready-go. People have no idea that all the waiting involved is, perhaps, the most decisive factor on a tour. How to cope with the dead time and turn it into something truly exciting, even on the grey start of this week, it’s a problem of no easy solution. It goes both ways and while some daring souls drink vodka outside, others have to maintain a balance between activities and how to endure those activities. For how many years i live, some road-warriors will always gain my wondrous respect for the amount of drinking they drown their time in and still can play a remarkable show. This is a stupid statement, of course. Based more upon the physiological aspects of their standing, than on less-than-virtuous dependence of booze or drugs. Not against any in particular, but against depending in general.

I haven’t said almost a word, all day long. I am saving up all my energy and my castigated throat for the shows so that extra factor can have a substance of screams and moods. Normally, I spend my time talking. I can kill a lot of time just by blabbering. Yet silence can be gold. And tonight, I have to dig on that gold and share it with the monday night Gdasnk adventurers. My mission on this tour is clear for me: Play great shows. Survive.

Wish me luck. I will reply in written, saving my voice for other flights.


Dominik Matus

Long time admin of this page, big fan and supporter of Moonspell band. In everyday life art historian, cabinetmaker and restorer.

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