In this First Concert Ever segment, Sondre Skollevoll, frontman of the indie rock band, Moron Police, talks about the story of his first experience with live music. You can check out the story, after the break.
My first concert experience was in my small hometown of Farsund—a coastal city about as south as you can get in this elongated, cold country (Norway). I must have been around 13, I think, maybe younger, and all my friends and enemies would gather at this very hip (though in hindsight, maybe not so much) youth club called West Side (see?). There was a “hang-out” lounge on the top floor where you could shoot pool and buy drinks (Coca-Cola), while the lower floor had a dancefloor and a bike/moped workshop. The older kids would stand around looking as cool as humanly possible, flirting with the girls and occasionally roughing us up a bit when no-one was looking. It wasn’t necessarily hard to fit in, but for us younger kids you needed to find an angle that worked. Something that wouldn’t get you TOO much attention, but also didn’t make you look like a complete doofus. We usually opted for some sort of chameleonic approach.
Well, unbeknownst to our little group of fledgling lizards, this night was special—there was a rock show happening, somehow, on the second floor! To this day I have no idea what that band was called.
It was three dudes on guitar, bass, and drums and I’d never heard anything like it. Something just clicked inside my formative little skull when the first fuzz-induced chords echoed off that amp, it felt like I was being sonically murdered while my soul was being gleefully ripped away by a flock of Valkyries. I was just in slack-jawed awe of the power emanating from these three scruffy looking fuzz-herders.
As the first song ended, I remember looking tentatively at the cool kids to see how they would respond. Thankfully they were really into it so our chameleon façade could evaporate without fear of being singled out later.
There was something in that. Seeing the power of this music, and especially the guitar, carve what felt like a damn earthquake through the whole building while simultaneously wiping out the boundaries of whatever social norms our ages imposed on us, just lit a fire somewhere inside.
And that was it for me.