Once again the metalheads of Denmark gathered for the big family reunion to a sold out event.
One of the main reasons is of course, the last show in Denmark from the giants Black Sabbath, which pulled a lot of people to Hell... CopenHell.

Pre-Hell

Two days before it all starts it's possible to come to Pumpehuset and get the wristbands there. It's a very go initiative to avoid too big lines and waiting time when the main days arrive. Still, it's only 20.000+ people attending, but good to make the flow easier for every one. The point is also to have some fun with friends and give all an extra day for drinking. Or two, if one can't stay away. The weather was lovely and the atmosphere great.
Let it begin!

 

Day 1

Arriving a bit late with hangovers, but with high spirit also my expectations were high. Mainly because the day would start with Dropkick Murphy and they would then more or less set the mood. I was happy returning to CopenHell, but it also felt a bit unreal. I arrived alone, not many people to see and the entrance and it felt a bit off in a way. The cloudy weather made it just right to arrive without drowning in sweat and troubles. It was nice and I wouldn't mind to be a bit warmer, but the dust that surrounded the bus told me, I was glad it wasn't not drier.
 

Entering CopenHell, the breeze and the music in the foreground. It was getting louder. The crocked road from the entrance to the main area is filled with annoying small pebbles and especially since I was walking in my shoes with no socks. Yeah, I like it that way.
Finding my way wasn't hard, even with a few larger changes, it look more or less like it use to. I found my way to Helvíti and the band gave it all they could. The people were smiling, the sun threw a few sunbeams down on us and the energy was good.

Unfortunately it kind of ended for me as soon as it began. Inside the crowd of people I got my phone stolen, and in it was my credit card among others.

Devastating finding out I had lost my phone I kept a head high in hope I just had dropped it or it had fallen out of my pocket. Which I found strange, but I was wrong. Slowly I heard more and more stories about people losing things and even in front of the stages from closed bags. Even returning to Lost & Found several times, I tried to keep my hopes up, but I had to realise, it was not just gone, it was stolen and I had to close my account and cards.

The following was August Burns Reds and I could had been paying more attention, but it ended in a small visit and the rest was listen from afar. The band did well, the crowd was great and even that I had my thoughts somewhere else, I managed to go into the mosh-pit for a second where I was hit by the dude in a wheelchair. I've met him earlier too and he looked like he had a blast, but also a bit like he's chair had broken down and now he was just going in circles. He had no strength at all, which made him look a bit like a rag doll in a run-away chair and when people ran into him, he was each time only a few centimetres from touching the ground.
Cool guy, hope he knew where he was. I still have no idea.

I meet up with a friend and we walked a bit around to take a look at the place. It was weird that I felt so misplaced. Not only because I couldn't do anything, but also because I almost met no one I knew.
Again as mentioned, CopenHell was sold out and mainly because of Black Sabbath but that was then on behalf of a lot of those I knew or was it just so many knew that the others faded away?
The clouds were getting thicker and the wind blew a bit, but the weather was still nice. I reckon I only noticed it because I was hungry and wasn't as cold as I could have been.

Last band for me was Alice Cooper. I've seen his show before at Wacken Open Air, but I thought, why the (Copen)Hell not.
We watch a few numbers before we decided to leave. I had to been at work soon anyway and he offered to take me with.

Funny thing was, I had no money, no phone and felt lost and naked and yet the best things were the small gestures. Friends gave me a beer, others a bottle of water, since I couldn't drink because of my night shift, that was a great thing. I was standing in the middle of a crowd during Alice Cooper and a couple of girls suddenly handed me a pork sandwich. For free. Their friend hadn't shown up and they were tired of holding on to it and I thanked them and had a great burger for free, when I started to really feel hungry. It's the small things, that still, when feeling annoyed or lost, that brings that smile back, that “almost” makes it all worth while. Almost.

We walked and I have to say; I don't really like Alice Cooper and the few songs I know, they are kinda corny and overplayed. But I was still, once again happy to have seen him and happy to leave the show again.As we walked out around 20:00h, we talked and I had a good time, but I looked at the city in the background and suddenly the dark clouds had become darker and flashes of light appeared.

As we reached the car it started to rain a bit, by the time we drove and I got to my bike and biked home it was pouring down and the thunderstorm came over the city and I was in the middle of it, remembering how lucky I was I had left the place in time.

My thoughts for Day 2, wasn't positive...