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In just about a week and a half, I will be attending the Heilung ceremony passing through our neck of the woods. It seems surreal after all this time — it was in December that I purchased my ticket and so much has happened that it seems impossible that it is less than two weeks away.
I’m looking forward to it, but not with fan-goggles worn. I definitely like Heilung’s music, but I couldn’t tell you what will play next on an album. It’s never seemed all that important to be able to sing along or know what to expect. I’m not a “fan” of the music or the band so much as I am a “fan” of the conceptual elements behind what they are doing. They are trying to recreate an experience, which usually sit well with me even if I hate a band’s music. And I like Heilung’s music quite a bit.
Take, for example, my experience watching Meat Beat Manifesto open up for MLwtTKK (Thrill Kill Kult). I knew none of their music at the time, but MBM put on an amazing dance performance while the musicians did their Kraftwerk thing. Or Ohgr’s performances for Skinny Puppy — even if I didn’t care for the music (which I loved), I would have enjoyed the theatrics because they were trying to create an experience, not just perform songs that, frankly, could have be sequenced and started with the press of a single button (I accused New Order of doing just that for their tour headlining with Sugar Cubes and PIL; was it Live or was it Memorex?).
While I know a few people from my past who are also attending, no one has seemed terribly keen on meeting up beforehand, although there has been jibber-jabber to that effect. Which is fine, if you ask me. Like the ceremony we are all attending, I think I’ll stick to the whole “keep it organic” approach. If something happens, great (probably). If not, that’s fine too.
The only decision I should make soon is if I should give a shit about my hair and give it a decent trim. I’ve let it grow out as an act of laziness and it finally hit that stage where it annoys me because it isn’t quite long enough to stay out of my face, too short to tie back, and a curly horrorshow.
I should decide today.