Howlin’ Pelle Almqvist killed my relationship.

“Who’s this guy holding your hand?” -D-Bag
“It’s Pelle Almvqvist from The Hives.” -Me
“Well did you go backstage with him?” -D-Bag
“I could only wish.”-Me

I’ll explain this conversation in a minute.
You’re curious now, aren’t ya?
So as a continuation of that one trip where I went to Europe alone a.k.a. my first solo trip, I’m going to talk today about The Hives concert I attended.  After venturing through Moldova and Ukraine, and a short stint in Latvia I arrived in Sweden, to do what I initially came to do.  See The Hives in concert.
So I will save you all the blapping on about what I did in Stockholm, or what other things I did in Piteå, or even the Dansar Och Ler Festival I went to in this post.  I’m here to tell you about The Hives concert.
*I will post an article at some point about Sweden. 
Ok, so fast forward to the night of the concert, I was drinking wine with Camilla, the girl I was couchsurfing with, and her friend My (Yes her name is My and you pronounce it as Me). Then we head to the festival.

Dansar Och Ler is a festival held in Piteå, Sweden every year.  The Hives were headlining this year (2012).  More than any other band in the world, I’d wanted to see the Hives for years.
My knew this so she immediately drug me to the front row.  Camilla had seen them a few times in past so she was hanging out towards the back with some friends.  
And they started.  It was even more amazing than I could have imagined!  I mean you may not be a fan of them, but just imagine how excited you would be if you were at a concert of your favorite, musician/band/group… whatever.  
I couldn’t believe it, I traveled almost halfway across the globe to see my favorite band and there I was.  Just a few feet away from them. We were screaming along to the songs, well everyone was.  Pelle was jumping around the stage and scaling the scaffolding and jumping off, diving off the stage into the crowd and running around like the mad man he’s known to be.

And then one of the top 10 moments of my life would come and go before I knew it.
So there My and me are standing right in front of the gate (as close as humanly possible you could be to the stage unless you were some photographer or security there).  We’re minding our own business and they start playing I Want More.

And then Pelle, Pelle. Almqvist. Jumped down off the stage scaled the gate right in front of me, looked down at me and reached down and grabbed MY FUCKING HAND!  My hand.  Of all hands in that audience, MINE.

Naturally the only thing I could instinctively do, because I no longer had coherent thoughts left in my head, was take my camera and click a picture of Howlin’ Pelle and my hand.

And then it was over.  Before I knew it, it was over. But I couldn’t stop smiling like a deranged lunatic.
Then to make this day even better I caught Nicolaus Arson’s guitar pick.  Double Win.

Ok, I’m done reminiscing about one of my finest moments.  So let’s fast forward to about two months later and I’m back home.  D-Bag (who if you don’t remember me mocking him in a previous post, is my ex-boyfriend)… D-Bag finally went through my photos from the trip on my Facebook account when he stumbled up on that gem commemorating that night that Howlin’ Pelle grabbed my hand.
D-Bag immediately called me to hastily interrogate me on as to why I had a photo of me holding another man’s hand.

“But, why are you holding his hand?”-D-Bag.
“Because he walked up and grabbed it and sang to me, fucking duh.” -Me

Then D-Bag went on to demand to know if I went backstage with them.

“Did they take you backstage?” -D-Bag
“No.” -Me
“Would you have gone back there?” -D-Bag
“To meet my favourite band?  Of fucking course!” -Me

D-Bag could never be happy for me, my travels, or my accomplishments.
So what I am here to say is THANK YOU.

Thank you, The Hives.  I cannot express how glad I am that Howlin’ Pelle Almvqvist killed my relationship.

You made a guy end a relationship with me because he on top of numerous other reasons including: him not believing that I didn’t have an affair with a rockstar, the need to go ‘find’ himself by moving back in with his Mommy at 28 years old, and that I traveled too much.  Someone who was dragging me down and hated that I traveled and hated that I traveled that far to go see a band.

And that is fucking awesome.

 
 

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