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The long lasting journey towards a clear picture of Bergen’s culture continued. After three weeks of exploring mainly the choices of the Norwegian students around me, either going to parties at Klubben or the student-like bars downtown, the evening felt right to focus on my own initiative. Eventually the initiative was again not mine, for which a big applause should be directed to my new German friend.
Getting on the bus during a quite sober Friday felt like a good idea, not in the last place for the clouds above us that had warned us several times to bring an umbrella. Since that idea was not honoured, the walk between the bus stop and Hulen (our eventual destination) was filled with a high ‘I told you so’-content.
Once there we arrived at a cliff with a small door in front of it. The innovative location, completely carved out of rock, was unique for somebody who is seldom confronted with hills or valleys.
As we entered, the memories of my walks through the caves in the south of The Netherlands popped back into my mind. The path to the main area was lighted with little tea lights, with a somewhat stoical guy taking part of the content in my wallet completing a magical atmosphere.
When we got in Hulen the first band of the evening just started. Paul Bernard & The Family Values played a combination of different styles and triggered the attention of everybody present in the room. Personally, not all the songs applied to my musical preferences, but it was nice to see the compassion with which they played each of their songs. As they played a Linkin Park-like track, my mind took off to the first time I listened to Hybrid Theory in 5th grade. With that idea still buzzing through my head, the rest of the music was hard to follow. The reason for this was mainly created by the lack of background information I had from the lead singer of the band. Especially the English spoken songs gave me a light depressive feeling, which I didn’t really understand. The mixed feelings the band created made me crave for some more light in the room, and all my hopes were set on JKD & The Bastards.
Although the band name foretold not much help for my slight depression, the bittersweet scent of Paul Bernard & The Family Values was quickly washed away. As real bandits, in the most playful sense of the word, the band got the complete crowd swinging. Including a lead singer with an amazing beard and perfectly fitting hat, and a mesmerizingly beautiful feminine appearance (don’t even get me started on her voice), the band was a joy to look at. With my still brief knowledge of the Norwegian language I could only pick up the few words said after each song. But the way in which he kept shouting ‘tusen takk’ made me realize we weren’t the only ones having a good time.
After JKD & The Bastards’ performance the band took place at the stand where they gave everybody the opportunity to talk with them to get convinced to buy their music. With no ability to play vinyl here in Norway, and the fact that the band is present on Spotify, I am really happy that besides the vinyl I also got the autographs of two of the members on their newest record.
After some short words with the man who I assumed to be JKD and the almost awkwardly beautiful girl responsible for the smooth flow off the tracks, which moreover let to the arrangement of an exclusive interview, I found myself walking through the rainy streets of Bergen. With a piece of vinyl covered under my jacket, the way home made me realize I just discovered one of the many pearls Bergen has to offer me.
