Concert & Session: The Lyricist’s Gig Is Destined To Accompany Your Winter Depression
It is around 5 years ago, that we established Sound of Aarhus, after moving to Aarhus and enrolling as students at Aarhus University. I had just left a job in my hometown, Silkeborg, where I, at a very young age, all of a sudden pictured myself being at that same desk for the rest of my life; a panicking thought, when you have just ended your teenage-years. I did leave that desk, and I moved to Aarhus with the idea that you want to – and should – take chances while you are studying. So I did, when Steffen, this guy I almost knew from the university, had started some music-thingy that I wanted to be a part of.
All of a sudden, discotheques became bodegas and the high, pointy elbows turned into discussions about concerts, that we had just witnessed. And the morning after, with a headache and dead eyes, you would find your notes from that discussion and turn it into a review. That has sort of been the way of things ever since – until recently. We’re full. Not from beers, bodegas, and having fun. From the music; we’re bored. Or at least that feeling hit us recently, and with that feeling circling around your work, you start to think that it all sounds the same. That most bands are striving for that specific sound that someone else has already made, or at least look like they’re able to produce the same expression. It’s not at all fun to work with music when looks make up such a big part of the expression – when visuals become more important than audio or songwriting.
Festivals used to impress me and make me feel alive. I loved to enter that bobble of escapism and explore all sorts of artists and concerts. Aside from a few bands this year, I couldn’t care less. It’s sort of like that feeling you get after three or four days of Roskilde, where beers can’t do it for you anymore. You need something else. A Tom Collins, a Long Island Ice Tea or something pure and effective. Well, Peter Sommer turned out to be my Long Island Iced Tea, that made a burst on that beer-bobble and allowed me to continue drinking sweet, sweet alcohol at a festival.
The rebirth of my interest in music happened at the ‘En Sommerdag På Bellahøj’ event. That’s right. I happened to be in Copenhagen that weekend, and a friend of mine could grant us access to the festival. The beautiful amphitheater was wrapped in beautiful surroundings and a cheap bar. Nearly a fifth of the capacity had turned up, with a third of them being children running around. There we were, witnessing Fugleflugten and Mads Beldring before it got dark and the headlining act entered the stage. Peter Sommer and his companion Palle Hjort in an unpolished duo setup. These two guys had the three of us absolutely mesmerized. Spellbound. Not only did every song make sense, but so did every single word in between songs. I was laughing, almost crying, and feeling both frustrated and light simultaneously.
Throughout the summer, I had been studying ‘Skønne Spildte Kræfter’ closely. Listening to the song over and over again. It is that song, which proves that Peter Sommer has cracked the code to the Danish language, and writes better lyrics than most poets. Hearing it that day at Bellahøj was something special. A couple of days after, I started looking back at the concert at NorthSide with ‘Peter Sommer & Tiggerne’. A truly different concert with Peter Sommer, but one that makes just as much sense.
They’ve really taken on a raw expression, that goes well with the lyrics circling around the lives of those born with, well, a dark cloud hanging over them. As the stories about Bo Ark Rasmussen, the deceased poet from Skanderborg, who was a great inspiration to Peter Sommer, but lived a rather different life than most people from Skanderborg do. Like the story in ‘Hvad sker der i dit hoved?’, about Bo and his friends having read The Dice Man, and afterward letting the dices decide their lives, and ending up, blindfolded, leaving the apartment and crossing the main street in Skanderborg.
Peter Sommer “leaving” Simon Kvamm is the best thing that has happened to Danish music. Not a single bad word on Kvamm, but Peter Sommer has really found himself – again. At least that’s what I think, after having rediscovered him and he – all of a sudden – gave new life to the idea of working with music.
With all this, I’m extremely proud to say, that Peter Sommer & Tiggerne will be joining us at Tapetown for the next installment of our ‘Live at Tapetown’-sessions, before their concert at Train – which might be the perfect way of warming up and getting psyched. We hope you’ll join us at both places, the Facebook-page of Tapetown and Train. A must-see gig in town with support from Kippenberger, the former frontman of The Floor is Made of Lava. In short: we promise you that this night will he concert equivalent to glögg and dark hours.