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spare tickets anyone? Året 2004 går mot slutten – og for oss Marillion-fans har det vært litt av et år, med utgivelsen av Marbles og ikke minst fem konserter i Skandinavia! Og i januar er det på’n igjen – da med akustisk konsert for The Web Scandinavia med H, Pete og Rothers på Gamla i Oslo. Konserten er nå utsolgt. Se for øvrig ’faksimile’ fra marillion.com over. Alle medlemmer som har bestilt billetter vil finne disse vedlagt dette skrivet. Hjertelig takk til alle, både nye og gamle medlemmer, som har kjøpt billett! Husk at det er tidlig konsertstart, og dørene åpner kl.19:00. Det vil være salg av diverse t-skjorter, CD, DVD, og fin gammel årgangsvinyl. Gamle Christiania (”Gamla”) ligger i Møllergata 1, ved Stortorvets Gjestgiveri. www.gamla.no Fredag 21.januar trår tribute-bandet Misplaced Neighbourhood til med konsert på samme sted. Den kvelden åpner dørene kl.22:30, så for de som jobber fredag og reiser langt til Oslo denne helgen, er det gode muligheter for å få med seg denne konserten også. Billetter kjøpes i døra. Denne konserten er ikke et Web Scandinavia arrangement, men vi har ordnet en redusert pris for alle medlemmer (se vedlagt ’rabatt-kupong’). Hvis det er noen som har spørsmål angående transport og overnatting, kan dette diskuteres på Web Scandinavia-forumet, eller ved å sende oss en e-post. Jule-cd’en fra The Web har etter hvert blitt en tradisjon, og i år består den av noen av de beste bidragene fra Anoraknophobia remix-konkurransen som ble avholdt tidligere i år. Ved hver eneste utsendelse får vi alltid noen brev i retur. Det er derfor viktig at men melder fra til oss ved flytting. På konvolutten du fikk dette skrivet i, over navnet ditt, kan du se datoen for når ditt medlemskap opphører. Vi vil sende ut giroer til de som ønsker det, men for de som bruker nettbank, er det bare å bruke bankkontonummeret, som står oppført nederst på denne siden. Det er nå også blitt enklere å betale medlemskap for Marillion-fans i Sverige og Danmark, med kredittkort via PayPal. Se nærmere informasjon på www.web-scandinavia.com God jul og godt nytt Marillion-år til alle medlemmer! Vi gleder oss til den tredje helga i januar!
Med hilsen Terje Embla
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marillion/weekend2005 Fra Norge er det i hovedsak følgende fly som er aktuelle: Fredag 11.mars TIL STANSTED Gardermoen Norwegian DY1300 08:15-09:20 Torp Ryanair FR35 09:50-10:45 Mandag 14.mars FRA STANSTED Torp Ryanair FR38 18:45-21:40 Gardermoen Norwegian DY1307 19:55-22:55 Det vil si at vi satser på å reise med bussen fra Stansted fredag cirka 11:30, og være tilbake på Stansted mandag senest 17:00. Hvis noen ønsker å ta fly som lander senere fredag eller reiser tidligere mandag, spør oss før dere bestiller! På fredag går det blant annet Norwegianfly fra Bergen og Trondheim som KAN være aktuelle. Det går også en del Ryanair-fly fra MalmöKøbenhavn, Århus, StockholmSkavsta, og GöteborgCity som KAN være aktuelle. Ellers er det selvfølgelig mulig å reise en dag tidligere og hjem en dag senere, og likevel bli med bussen fra og til Stansted. Vi håper på god stemning i en liten buss fylt av forventningsfulle Web Scandinavia -medlemmer! Pris pr. person pr. vei er avhengig av hvor mange vi blir med, men betaling skjer kontant med Britiske Pund på bussen ved avreise Stansted/Minehead. Bindende påmelding sendes snarest mulig til buss@web-scandinavia.com. Det er svært viktig å oppgi hvilke fly dere benytter, OG mobiltelefonnummer dere eventuelt kan nåes på i England. Alle spørsmål om bussreisen kan sendes til buss@web-scandinavia.com. Fortsatt ikke bestilt billett til MarillionWeekend? Iflg. siste oppdatering fra de ansvarlige for arrangementet er det nå kun et fåtall plasser igjen… Fredag 11. mars: Support: Bella, Carrie Tree Marillion Set: Marbles – hele 2cd-utgaven! Aftershow: Soul Beaver Lørdag 12.mars: Support: The Plugs, Kid G, Amy Wadge Marillion Set: "The Party" Mystery Set! Aftershow: Rock Disco Søndag 13.mars: Support: Wishing Tree, R. Barbieri, Pineapple Thief Marillion Set: “A Collection” Mystery Set! Aftershow: Rock Disco
h: tales from the engine room Ekslusivt for medlemmer av The Web Scandinvia presenterer vi et utdrag fra Hogarths dagbok fra Marillions Skandinavia-besøk i mai… Mandag 10.mai Woken suddenly by a prod from tour manager Quinner. It was the middle of the night i.e. 9 in the morning. Everyone had to get off the bus to go and get on the ferry from wherever we were (never found out) to Göteborg. I rolled out of my bunk into the half-lit chaos of 18 unwashed blokes all trying to grab boots and bags from a confined space at once. It was like a slow motion crisis in a submarine. We all bundled out of the bus into a ferry terminal and wandered around like sheep for a while until we gradually discovered where we should be going. I cleaned my teeth as I crossed the car park and felt slightly, just slightly better for it. Our destination appeared to be a steel corridor on a raised pedestrian-bridge. In the side of the corridor was an exit which was closed but would eventually lead to a ferry which hadn’t arrived yet. This wasn’t going to be quick.. ugh.. We sat on the floor and generally hung around mumbling to each other like zombies. Everyone had had about 4 hours sleep at this point so our mood was subdued, but affable. Ian Mosley lay on the floor like a murder victim and asked if anyone could draw a chalk line round him. There was a bunch of 14 (I’m guessing) year-old school girls next to us all singing some inane romantic pop song which they re started whenever they got to the end. It’s always heartwarming to see the fairer sex having a good time, but at this point in the day it was wearing a bit thin with us lot, to say the least. Some old cynic said it would only be a matter of time before they grew up and set about the serious business of being tense and miserable around some poor bloke for the rest of their lives. A bleak view, I thought.. By the time the gate was finally opened to let us on to a high-speed ferry which had now reversed (!) into the dock, we were all twitching from a need to escape the Von Trapp family singers and get hold of a cup of coffee. We bought coffee and Danish pastries (which turned out to be the best I’ve ever tasted) and set about the process of achieving respiration. Cold blooded species must sit on a rock for some time after the break of each day in order that the sun can warm their bodies up to a point where they can function. A touring band and crew possess similar characteristics. The ferry journey took two hours which felt like five. I went out to the rear deck to watch the raging white torrent of the boat’s wash stretching back to the horizon and chatted to Ian Bond about Richard Barbieri’s amazing toilet bag/first-aid kit which included most available presecription-drugs and even extended to the inclusion of emergencyfillings! Much more hanging around ensued until we were finally docking in Goteborg. I mused that the last time I was on a ferry in these waters, I was bleeding to death while a Swedish and Norwegian sailor sewed my right hand back together. What a life! We returned to the car deck, boarded the bus and I
was back in bed before Charlie – our busdriver – had even started the engine. Woke up around 2.00 and made my way to the back lounge to write the diary. Downstairs, some of the crew were watching Schindler’s List and as I typed, horrified screams of men, women and children drifted up the stairwell. Lovely. Top marks to Spielberg for making a movie which HAD to be made. I’ve never seen it and I don’t suppose I ever will. I’m not the kind of person who needs man’s inhumanity to man spelled out and illustrated. I guess I’m sensitive enough to it already. The fact that it happened at all serves as a reminder to all of us that it can happen again. Anywhere. And, interestingly enough, neither religious men, or religious institutions will lift a finger to stop it. We must all guard against the human weakness of forming into tribes in order to lift our self-esteem. We can feel good about ourselves without having to find someone else to classify as inferior. It’s the slippery slope down into that same abyss. I tried to blot out the bleak noises and concentrate on remembering Hamburg and Berlin in infinitely better times. Our gigs there last week had been great and attended by many seriously lovely Germans. Stereotyping is, of course, part of that same slide down into tribalism and is as accurate a concept of “sin” as I can think of. We all do it, and we must all guard against it. Outside, the scenery was beautiful, pine forests and untouched Nordic countryside, occasional lakes, and then eventually opening out onto a vista of water, islands and fjords as we made our way into Oslo. I couldn’t remember crossing the border from Sweden into Norway – maybe I was asleep.We arrived in the centre of town and checked into a hotel. Opposite I could see a great many “Edwin Shirley” trucks parked up. It turns out that Britney Spears is playing here tonight. I’m told she’s on the road with 17 trucks! That’s a serious amount of space for frocks, make-up and a CD player, eh? Ah.. rock n’roll. I dropped my bags in room 323 (later labelled “THE ZONE” by drunken crew, in white insulating tape across the doorway) and went down into the street which had many cafés with outdoor seating. I perched myself down, ordered a steak and a beer (I hadn’t eaten since this morning’s Danish pastry) and set about writing the diary. Ian M joined me after a few minutes, then Steve R, then Ian Bond and we sat and watched the Norwegian world go by for a couple of hours when Jan-Henrik Orme – the singer from Gazpacho – showed up with his partner, Anelie, and announced he was going to take us somewhere better. You’ve just got to love the Nogs! He hailed a cab and took us down to the harbour front where there were many restaurants and bars. After some deliberation we decided on a traditional Norwegian place right at the end of the waterfront. There were pictures on the walls of old Oslo as well as crusty old seafearers. There were also some genuine old whale harpoons. Pretty heavy-duty stuff. The bar had draught Guinness and it was just what I fancied, so I ordered a pint and, to my surprise, it was the best pint of Guinness I’ve had in or out of Ireland. Everyone was ordering dinner, but I’d eaten so I stuck to the drink apart from an ice-cream sundae with eggnog. Different.. Roderick ordered smoked whale-meat which arrived garnished with sour cream, red onions and accompanied by strange popadom-like things. I had a taste and it was delicious. Chatted with Erik, Quinner, Roderick, and the Gazpacho family and drank Guinness til midnight, when we thought we should really call it a day before it all got out of hand.. Jan-Henrik wouldn’t let us pay for anything and despite much discussion, I couldn’t get him even to accept money for the return journey in the cab. When we arrived at the hotel, Erik suggested a last beer in his room, so I went upstairs with him, and Jan and Anelie came too. Had one last beer and talked drunkenese for an hour before returning to “The Zone” and to bed. 11.mai Woke around 11.00 to a txt from Dizzi and spent most of the morning txting her. Checked out at 1.00 and found Mosley the cat and TM Quinner sitting in hotel reception. We walked over
to the gig, “Rockefeller” which was only a few streets away. Hung around for a while and tried to see if Lars, who did monitors for us last time, was around. He wasn’t – the locals said he was working in his own studio. I’m not surprised. It was obvious last time that he knew what he was doing. They have a wireless internet thing going here at the gig so I connected to it and enjoyed using the “Mac Airport” thing for the first time. You either know about this or you don’t. If you don’t, then I won’t bore you to tears by explaining it, but it’s the kind of thing that comes in really handy if you’re on the road, and it works like magic! My customary “Oh my God! I’ve lost..” panic of the day came about as I realized I’d left my laptop charger plugged into the hotel room wall, so I hightailed back over there in the rain to see if I could find it. I made my way back up to room 323 and it had gone. I then asked the Chinese cleaners if they spoke English. They didn’t, but through a process of sign language I saw eyes light up in recognition of my desperate mimes, and one of the girls found the power supply carefully wrapped in a bag on one of the trolleys. Naturally I thanked her profusely in my best ChineseNorwegian and returned to the streets of Oslo. I decided to wander round the town for a bit, get a flavour of the place and see if I could make my way to the main square where we had stayed last time at the Grand Hotel. Eventually found it and returned to a café-bar which called itself “Woodstock” and was playing live concert footage of Lenny Kravitz on the TV’s. Seemed like a reasonably vibey place to write the diary so I wandered in and was politely told by a pretty waitress that I could only sit there if I was eating. If I only wanted coffee, there was a coffee bar attached through in the next room. Fair enough.. I wandered through into a less vibey coffee bar and hid around the corner out of sight. It wasn’t waitress-service so I never actually got round to ordering a drink – I just opened up the laptop and got on with it for an hour, and no-one seemed bothered. After a while I looked up and recognized a familiar tee shirt coming toward me. It was one of our Carlsberg spoof tee shirts. “Marillion - Probably the best band in the World” proudly nicked from Carlsbergs own design and slogan. It was a fan from Trondheim in the north of Norway – 500km from Oslo. He and his friends had driven the 5 hour drive to see us tonight. He asked if I’d mind if they joined me, and I said sure. Two more people – a boy and a girl – joined me. I can’t remember their names as I write this in Stockholm, so apologies. Forgive, I’m a cabbage. He noticed I didn’t have a drink and insisted on buying me a beer. We chatted
about why we hadn’t played Trondheim and I tried to explain the economics of routing a tour – we’d need a day-off either side of the show to make it possible. We chatted til I realized it was past 5.00 and I should be soundchecking, so I said bye-bye and made my way back to the gig, getting lost for a while, before ending up back at the hotel we’d stayed at. It was a bit of a circular route to the gig but I arrived back in time. Soundcheck was peculiar. Nothing sounded quite right and no one was admitting to anything having changed. My Kurzweil (one of the machines I use for piano sounds) seemed quiet in the in-ears so I had it turned up quite a lot. Now whenever you do things like this, you’re asking for trouble.. More often than not, the fault sorts itself out during the show.. and blows your head off. So it’s always with a scared reluctance that you change anything radically at this point in a tour. Anyway, there’s not much choice if you can’t hear something. Mark K was having problems with his in-ears and it was decided that the transmission mast should be moved to a place more centre-stage so that he could get a better signal. While the crew were sorting this out, the band dispersed and soundcheck was never really finished properly. This was to prove a mistake. I suggested we return to the stage to play the beginning of “The Invisible Man” but no one felt it necessary. (I really hate being proved right.) I returned to the bus and descended into a deep sleep until I awoke automatically at 9.00. Tonight we were on stage at 10.00pm. I was met at the door by Quinner, who reminded me of a “meet and greet” arranged for competition winners before the show. Still waking up I was ushered into a dozen or so Norwegians, some of whom had no concept of shyness and got straight into my face telling me about their lives and asking me searching questions about mine. One of them burst into some kind of deafening Jewish-sounding lament at one point and insisted that I sing along in order to warm up my voice. I politely declined whilst casting around the room for an escape route, but there wasn’t one. Another fan began rounding us up for a band photograph while barking instructions at us about where and how to stand. By this time I was almost awake.. The “Meet and Greet” was eventually disbanded so that we could get ready for the show. “Shock and Rock” or maybe “Stun and Run” would be a more fitting expression for it. Gazpacho were coming off stage having played to their home-crowd and gone down extremely well, so I congratulated them. They’re a pleasant and generous bunch and deserve good things. Then we hit the stage and my earlier instinctive worst fears all materialized in sequence as the keyboard sample sounds for “The Invisible Man” were all mixed up with sounds which should be in other songs. The guitar sounds were too loud in my monitors, and as the show wore in, the Kurzweil returned to it’s former level and, as predicted, blew my and everyone elses heads off. This phases us all no small amount, and we all played like idiots, queuing up to drop clangers. Oh shit. The first half of the set couldn’t end too soon and we went backstage to regroup and try not to perform a post-mortem. We duly performed a postmortem and generally complained and squabbled. Sense prevailed in the end and we decided to return to the stage with teeth gritted to salvage what we could of our reputations. The second set went much better and although getting into “the zone” wasn’t really on the cards, I think we repaired whatever damage we’d done in the first set. Afterwards John (Gazpacho’s guitarist) declared it was the most enthusiastic response he’d ever seen from an Oslo audience, so that cheered us all up a lot. Showered and then chatted to Jan Henrik’s girlfriend, Anelie, for a while. Returned to the bus and was sitting in the back lounge when a girl popped her head round the door and said “Hello! Who are you, then?” All the boys lit up (as boys do when pretty blonde Norwegian girls suddenly say hello) and duly started a conversation. They’ve got a lot of front these Norwegian girls.. I was too tired to talk to people I don’t know so I slid upstairs and into bed. Slept fully clothed. Again. Really must get round to getting undressed.
12. mai Pulled back my little curtain and recoiled as the white light of a sunny day blasted my retinas through my wide-open irises. As the blurs cleared and the white calmed down to colours and shapes, I could see that we were parked on the Stockholm waterfront in the centre of the poshest part of town. Tonight we play the Chinese Theatre which is situated next to (and coowned by) the fabulous Berns Hotel (“The” place to currently hang out and be seen in Stockholm). I love this city. All Ingmar Bergmann’s ghosts are here. The old town and the waterfront are so beautiful and haunting. I have sometimes walked alone through the old town late at night to discover it almost completely deserted, and I’ve felt like a time-traveller wandering through an empty city during the 15th century. It’s another world entirely from England. And yet, during the day, it’s bustling and as glamorous as Mayfair.It had been arranged for us to have lunch in the café of the Berns hotel. I threw some clothes on (no underwear – I seem to have run out.. ) and wandered into the conservatory where most of our scruffy band and crew were already assembled – bleary eyed and decompressing from yet another night on the bus. The interior of the adjoining room is among the most ornate interiors I’ve seen anywhere – a rococo frenzy of amazing plasterwork, paintings, frescoes and chandeliers. It could be the interior of a palace. Two immaculately uniformed and beautiful waiters (one female, one male) were coming and going, taking orders and providing desperately needed coffee to band and crew. The waiter was young, blond, tall, elegant and never stopped smiling. Can’t imagine why.. Having grown up here, tall and goodlooking and surrounded by a seemingly endless supply of the most beautiful girls on earth, it must have been a struggle to stop grinning even in the most worrying of situations. Quinner had asked us all yesterday what we’d like to eat here today and it had all been ordered in advance. I thought I was ordering dinner so I’d opted for the roast pork and mashed potato. Bizarre then to watch it arrive in front of me so soon after rolling out of bed. Pork for breakfast? Oh well.. no different to bacon and egg really. It’s all in the mind. The food was lovely but I couldn’t relax as there were interviews to do. Quinner took me to a room in the hotel where I had a couple of radio phone interviews – one to Goteborg and another to Greece. Managed to squeeze in a lightning shower before the phone rang and there was a DJ from Goteborg on the other end of the line. “Can you hold on please for 2 minutes?”, she said.“Sure! I’ll go and put some clothes on.” I said. She probably thought I was joking.After that I had to hang around til 2.00 for the Greek phoner. Shame really, as it was a gorgeous day out and I wouldn’t have minded a wander round the old town.. True to form, the phone never rang at 2.oo so I let the TM know and he managed to sort things out - the phone rang at 2.10 and I spoke to a guy from the Greek radio station who told me there was a power cut at the moment and maybe they could do the interview at 2.30 when the power was restored. There goes another precious hour out of the day then.. Bugger. How the hell are they going to organize the Olympics?! It’ll run about as smoothly as a nativity play in an infants school.. (sorry Greece. As I read this now from the vantage point of November 2004, I couldn’t have been more wrong. It was one of the best-organised and most impressive Olympics ever.) “I’ll give em til 2.30 and then I’m off!” I thought. The phone rang at exactly 2.30 (!) and it was the
Greeks saying that power was restored and they could now do the interview. The radio station is in Thessaloniki (I think) on the Greek mainland and our single, “You’re Gone” is currently no.3 on their playlist. We had a pleasant chat – I think the DJ’s were fans. They said they were, but you never know with media people.. Seemed like nice enough chaps, though. Whoopee, it’s 3.00pm and I am now FREE til 4.30! Went München Backstage 22. mai 2004 © Terje Embla outside to discover that the sun had gone in and the temperature had dropped ten degrees – it was now pretty damned chilly. Apparently at this time of year, if the wind comes in off the sea, the temperature drops like a stone because there’s still a lot of ice out on the Baltic, so it’s like having a huge refrigerator waiting off the coast. I hurried back into the Berns Hotel to write the diary in the café. Bumped straight into Ian and nattered to him for a while instead.. Managed to write a few words before I was needed at the gig. Wandered over the road to the Chinese theatre where soundcheck was already getting underway. The Chinese theatre is a lovely old art-deco place, designed for drama and musicals rather than rock n’roll, but Marillion’s live show works as well in this environment as it does in a rock club. The sit-down audience situation, combined with the natural reserve of the Swedes was going to make for a pretty low-energy audience vibe, so I adjusted my psyche accordingly for the show ahead. Sometimes you need a reaction, and sometimes you can decide it’s art and forget about the crowd completely. This was to be one such night. Soundcheck went by without incident and I returned to the room at the Berns to relax for one whole, blissful hour before wandering down to the bar where I walked straight into our ex- personal assistant, Smick Hardgrave who emigrated to Sweden after falling in love with his (now) wife, Helen who used to work at Stanbridge Farm where we wrote “Holidays In Eden”. I haven’t seen Helen for many years. Another Stanbridge girl, Ulrike had also come along. No one had aged even a day in the 10 years that have passed (must be the fresh air and Swedish water) and it was great to see them and catch up and reminisce about drunken japes in fancy dress etc.. all those years ago. Showtime arrived and off we went. I remained well and truly inside the music throughout and this was to be one of my favourite shows of the tour to date. By the end of the show, the audience gave us an ovation. This is equivalent to full-blown hysteria for the Swedes, so I knew we’d hit the spot. Afterwards I had a drink in the Berns with my old chum Per Thorreson, who works for the UN in Sweden and once showed me round the UN building in New York. He’s now based back here in Stockholm and it was good to see him. His meteoric rise up the diplomatic ranks hasn’t altered him at all. We eventually said bye-bye to our chums who were, by now, the right side of several sodas, and returned to the bus where I climbed into bed for the relatively short trip to Malmö in the south of Sweden. (Alle bildene til dagboka er hentet fra videoen til ‘Don’t Hurt Yourself, hvis ikke annet er angitt)
Foto: © Terje Embla
London Forum 12. september 2004 © Terje Embla
...og hva skjer ellers? …Debut-albumet til Kino, Pete’s nye side-prosjekt, utgis i februar/mars av InsideOut. Bandet gjorde nylig to konserter ihhv. Utrecht og Köln, hvorav den sistnevnte ble filmet av det tyske tv-selskapet WDR. Et fire minutter langt lydklipp fra det kommende albumet er nå tilgjengelig på marillion.com… Onsdag 9.mars spiller Marillion en oppvarmings-konsert til MarillionWeekend. Sted for konserten er ikke offentliggjort ennå, men billettene, som for øvrig kun vil være tilgjengelig for medlemmer av The Web, blir lagt ut for salg i januar… Følgende utgivelser fra Racket Records er planlagt i 2005: Marbles World Tour Documentary DVD, MarillionWeekend Collection DVD, Top Ten CD, Making Of Anoraknophobia CD… Liveversjonen av The Damage ble sluppet som en ‘mp3-single’ i England i september, og oppnådde en meget sterk 2.plass på den offisielle lista… Arena slipper sitt sjette studioalbum i januar. Tittel: ”Pepper’s Ghost”. Bandet ga også nylig ut et dobbelt live-album, ”Live And Life”…vokalist, skuespiller, og nå også forfatter: Fish skal visstnok ha startet med å skrive sin første bok ”Living With Dick”… På utgivelsplanen til Front Row Club for 2005 er foreløpig flg. utgivelser satt opp: Januar: ’Radiation’/Paris 1998, Mars: ’.com’/Mannheim 1999, Mai: ’Afraid Of Sunlight’/1995, Juli: ’Holidays In Eden’/1991. Det er pr. dags dato ikke offentliggjort noen planer for en oppfølger av ’Curtain Call’…
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Bildet over er hentet fra den den limiterte dobbel-utgaven av ’Marbles’, og er også inkludert som en plakat i 2005-kalenderen fra Marillion. Du har nå mulighet til å vinne en slik kalender. Det eneste du trenger å svare på er flg. spørsmål: Hvilken by er motivet på bildet over hentet fra? Svar sendes på e-post til konkurranse@web-scandinavia.com. Svarfrist: 5.januar 2005
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