I don’t know what this summer’ll bring…


… but I do sure as hell know, what this winter’s gonna be like: It’ll rock!

While still waiting on any news concerning this years Plage Noire (last year’s one was ingenious as I’ve already told you!), I’ve already bought two tickets to the this years tour of Asp, as well as their revival tour of “Von Zaubererbrüdern”. I’m really looking forward to this, especially the second one. It was so great the last time (nearly three years ago), and now, it’ll finally be revived.

Tickets for two different Asp shows this year

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10 Jahre Schandmaul…


… und ich bin war dabei! – that was the sentence of the cool shirt you where able to buy over a year ago. Sadly I couldn’t get one for us (I always wanted to have one but looked for it in the shop much too late). Anyway, we where there and, to say it right away: It was… enormously great! It feels hard to put those feelings I had during the concert into words, which is why I even thought of writing an entry in German for the first time. But hey, that wouldn’t be a challenge would it? So let’s try how good it can get in English.
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Faun


This post I want to dedicate to a still quiet unknown band from the medieval music subculture.
The band itself is called Faun, after the mythological creature Faunus, that is also known as Satyr (one of the band members pseudonym), or Pan.
They call their music style “pagan folk”. Paganus is Latin and originally meant villager, but was used by the church during the middle ages for all heathen people. Heathenism is a group of old religions from Central Europe, where the people believed in many gods, mostly as forces of nature, as well as many mystical creatures (elves, dwarfs, forest ghosts, etc.). All in all those religions where very close to nature.
The band itself founded the name to describe their music. It is folk music, most of the songs are historical songs, in all different kind of old, medieval languages, which are not spoken anymore.
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