I have many obsessions hobbies. They come and go, ebb and flow like the tide. Some months I’m knitting like I have to clothe the entire population of Edinburgh in stylish Noro beanies, the next I am watching entirely too much TV. I’m always reading. I go on music binges. I live a life of excess. *g*
But my longest and strongest obsession hobby has been the band, a-ha. What can I say? I love the music, I love the guys, and even after being soured on the fan community by a spiteful minority, most of all I still love the fans. Some of my best friends are a-ha fans. I might not see them every day. I might not talk to them every day or even for months on end, but I know they will always be there when I call, when they’re needed just as I would be for them. I’m lucky. I could travel to almost any country in the world and have a bed or floor I could kip on for the night.
Some of my most fond memories, memories that I’ll still remember in my dotage are what I class as ‘a-ha’ memories. Travelling to New York on my own to see them play the Irving Plaza. Queuing all day long in heat, in rain, in snow. Running a German assault course to get front row at an arena gig. Playing ‘Private Eye’ and tailing the tour bus only to lose them at 3 in the morning, on a deserted stretch on motorway. I suck at tailing people. Going to the Wembley Crowne Plaza to discover it’s infested with fleas. The running joke that I watch every concert through a camera lens (I have around 200 pictures per concert. With nearly 40 concerts attended that’s a lot of piccies.) The excitement of finding out the band were using two of my pictures in their ‘Analogue’ tour programme. Four of us, sleeping in my tiny car, at a motorway services ioutside Cardiff, in the middle of winter cause we hadn’t booked a hotel for that night. Going to Oslo for the first time and discovering what a insanely amazing city it is. Working on the website with an amazing bunch of fellow fans, each one a star. And the joy of just hearing the music I love, live. Sharing it with people who have the same connection with it that I do. It’s humbling.
I haven’t really blogged about my boys though since I left the community. I needed some time away. To gain perspective. I still love the music and my peeps.
What set off my wee ramble about my boys? Three years ago we decided as fans to produce a calendar for the fans, made from fans concert piccies. It was a massive success and it was purdy. They did another one last year and it was so successful again that the band have decided to produce one themselves this year. They were asking for submissions on flickr, so I flooded them with all my concert pics and they are going to use some. YAY.
And it got me to thinking and looking through old photos and I realized something. Two years is too long not to hear ‘The Sun Always Shines On TV’ live. I think I need a concert. Like yesterday.
See! Stiff nips!
Twenty years on and they’re still pretty.
Hello mama! How’s that for a crotch shot. Heh.
BTW Morten just became a dad again for the fifth time at age 49! Oh yes… Hmmmmmmmmm Morten!