This is getting old for us that is involved – but It’s about to grow out of proportions.

PS: Oh yes – they are fake <3

Cheers,

Martin // ROCK THE NIGHT

I can say though, that the 40 minute walk from Nørreport Metro to Skindergade 45 would necessitate at least a 20 minute beer break, but I digress.

It saddens me deeply, that there have been so many misunderstandings on both sides here, and the situation has gone this sour. Ginger, you’re one of my biggest heroes and inspirations, and I wish I could have thanked you personally that particular night, for how your music and your message has had a positive impact on my life, but still.. I’m having trouble believing that things could have gone THIS wrong.

Granted, I’ve heard some horror stories about the crew at the Rock, and granted; It is not a “professional” venue in that respect.

Honestly, NO “rock” venue in Copenhagen is. The scene is just too small, for there to be a venue where everything goes off with such well-drilled precision a SWAT team will look like disheveled bums. It’s all run by people who care deeply about the music, but have to do it in their “off” time, from work or school. Sadly, that’s just how it is here, and that might also explain previous negative experiences.

However, of course both parties need to be clear on the conditions, so as to avoid a mud-slinging situation such as this.

How this whole “punk festival”-debacle came to be, is a mystery to me as well, though. Rock The Night has always been the (thankfully) last bastion of Hair Metal, and I don’t believe that’s ever been a secret anywhere. It’s always a great party, mind you, but Hair-spray-infested nonetheless.

The hotel situation is equally sad, but the COP15 meeting does soak up a LOT of hotel Rooms. but that didn’t start before yesterday, though. The jury’s still out on this one, it seems.

All of this does seem to be a situation where no side is entirely guilt-free, and it’s very sad to see a battle of words like this erupt over something that (I guess) could have been solved by better communication. The manager being sent around to 4 different stores for guitar cables seems to sum up the situation in a nutshell, and I suspect the language and cultural barrier to be a player in it as well.

As for you lot (yes, all of you) who are just resorting to name-calling: Shame on you. This is no adult way to resolve something like this, and regardless who’s more right than who, I still applaud Dennis and Martin D’amour for taking this in stride, in stead of throwing a baby tantrum. That kind of behaviour won’t get you, them or anyone else anywhere.

As for Tato, who so eloquently calls Ginger and co. “Fags” and “Crybabies”: Do yourself a favour, and read Ginger’s journal from around the time of his divorce, and before the first solo album. This man has been through hell, and lived to tell the tale. Most people would not have survived the ordeal of losing your band (just when it looked like they were finally getting their due), your family, your home and having to kick heroin and battle depression, within the space of a year. Context is everything.

Part of me actually seriously doubts that Ginger really perceived all this as THAT bad, and I am good faith that he is taking this all in stride, and the tone of the blog is just a classic case of non-Brits not getting Brit Humour. I just hope this blows over, and the Wildhearts can return again soon, because no matter what, it was still a cracking good show.

Peace;

Christian, the bloke with the beard, slicked-back hair and Agoraphobic Nosebleed t-shirt up front, cheering madly.

PS: Words cannot express how happy I was you played “White Lies”, Ginge. When Jason & The Scorchers played Denmark, that song was not on the setlist. So if you noticed someone squealing like a giddy schoolgirl when you announced the track, it was me.