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This is the end…

So with this being my last day as a member of the infamous DNL- crew, I figured I would use this last chance for some shameless self-promotion. Historically speaking, that is afterall what a lot of the past articles in this magazine have been about. And I don’t mean that in a negative way. As a member of the DNL crew we embraced that particular trend years ago, which resulted in DNL Bars, rather silly articles, lots of pictures, for some reason mostly of people who were somehow were connected to the DNL gang, or people who just looked funny. Okay, maybe an unfair generalization, but you get the picture. But anyhow, we have had our fair share of fun doing the magazine.

I joined the crew in April 2002 with the firm belief I could somehow reinvent myself as a reincarnation of Spike from Press Gang, and maybe meet some chicks. Which is really why guys do anything. And you might say “No I like to do things because I feel a social responsibility”, and I might say “yeah, right…”. Imagine my dissapointment when I realized the gang consisted of Erik Arent, Kasper Thaarup and Anders O. While they were all a bunch of strapping young lads, none of them possesed the devilish good looks of Lynda Day from Press Gang or even Andrea Zuckermann from 90210. Later these guys were replaced by Christopher and Kristian, but still the babe-ratio was at a dissapointing big, fat, lonely ZERO. It was soon realised that I was not quite the prolific writer I had hoped, so instead of writing features on student politics or anything relevant, my job was primarily to edit and layout the stuff other people wrote, help make whatever sillyness there was to be in the magazine, come up with ideas that never materialized, try (unsuccesfully, I might add) to blackmail Marianne into writing something about the Fagudvalg, bitch and moan about people who didn’t submit articles to our otherwise VERY flexible deadlines, try to impose a bit of cencorship on whatever ideas or pictures people came up with (only because I thought I could, being senior editor an’ all…) and finally just hang out and be groovy in a John Kalodner kind of way. (Yes, there may be ONE Aerosmith fan laughing at that joke.)

Anyhoo, before I get way too selfindulgent, I better get to the point of all this. Now that I will hopefully soon go on to my sidefag at the Department of Goofing Around and Eating Sandwiches, I hope that some of YOU will step in and continue making this magazine. Kristian isn’t getting any younger either, so I hereby take in on me to pass the torch on to new generation of DNL editors, so the magazine will still be around when we’re dead or unemployed. And as you may have noticed, there haven’t been any girls in the DNL crew, which I think is a mistake since it would at least offer some sense of variation to the magazine. Even if you’re an angry feminist, there should still be a place for you at the Department magazine. But a magazine of only editors and no journalists is also bound to suck, so I also hope people will start writing more stuff. I’m very much looking at you people from the Fagudvalg. If nobody cares about what’s going on at the Department, I could be because people don’t know what you’re doing? Just a thought…
So, that’s basically it from me. I’ve heard that it’s a good idea to finish by quoting somebody else, so let me just end with a quote from Jim Morrison: “I don't know what's gonna happen maaan, but I'm gonna have my kicks before the whole shithole goes up in flames....All Right, All right!!!!!” There you go, couldn’t have put it better myself.

Keep on truckin’

Roy Fogde
(2002-2004)
posted by Roy at 16:21

 
Don't forget to pick up your copy of the new DNL at Anglia.

And don't forget the DNL-Friday Bar on November 21.

If you do, we know where you live....
posted by Roy at 15:10

 
We received this piece of rather dubious rock-journalism from our corrospondent in the University Park:

The Day The Torment Was Real

I remember it as if it was yesterday. I was down on my luck, I had lost my faith in rock. The last week had claimed the lives of great rock icons such as Johnny Cash, Warren Zevon and, ehhh, John Ritter. I remember thinking “Only the good die young”, like that old Iron Maiden song. Then I thought about “Bring Your Daughter to the Slaughter” which cheered me up a bit. Then I thought about the band Slaughter, and I was as depressed as before. Maybe even more. I myself was on the rebound from a nasty cold, coupled with a near fatal hangover. I looked out of my window to see if I could catch a glimpse of what was going on in the park, I hadn’t seen or heard anybody, but there was an eerie electricty in the air. Like a silence before a storm. Seing as how my window faced the wrong way, I had to make way out to the bathroom to take a look at the park, but all I could see was some ducks making an exodus from the park. The ducks, like most dolphins, can sense danger and had decided to flee before the TV*2 show later that night. But because of the duck’s airborne nature, as opposed to the dolphins, not many of them end up in tuna-salads . As exciting as it was watching these mighty creatures being hounded out of their natural habitat by Steffen Brandt, I knew that I would have to make my way out of my fortress of solitude and into the University Park to examine what was going on and experience what the buzz was all about.
There was a buzz in the park. People where whispering things to each other, and some of them were just making weird buzzing noises. “What is this?” I asked myself, surely it was not only the 75th anniversary of the university causing this commotion. I was also rather sure it couldn’t have too much to do the band playing on stage 1, Red Garnet, who was, ahem, there playing. I went up to the bar where girls were dressed like space-age playboy bunnies in order to get some answers. “But haven’t you heard? Insidious Torment are going to play in 30 minutes!” Their second show following their re-debut in Aalborg. The questions were many, “Is the torment for real?”, “Will heavy metal float?”, and of course, “will they suck?”
The moment of truth soon came, and Killer took the stage and burst into a 30 minute guitar solo. Some people called it equilibristic, some people called it sublime, and others yet again called it soundcheck. The crowd went wild, and was increasing fast. The rest of the band, who that day was performing as a quartet, entered the stage and lunged into both timeles classics and new songs as Moon Trooper – Trooper of the Moon (Part II of the Space Trillogy). A fellow journalist noted that they had a very intellectual expression in their lyrics, and right she was. Classic tales were covered in the lyrics, ranging from Promtheus giving fire to the humans in the brand new song Heathen, to The Great Cocks of Rock N’ Roll . Not only was it a great concert, it was also a learning experience. Many a mind was expanded, and before the concert was over every head had been banged, every stage had been dived, every Johnny Cash had been saluted, every beer had been emptied and our collective faith in rock music had been restored.
Oh, and I guess TV*2 also played later….

posted by Roy at 22:23

 
Yessir, another issue of DNL is currently in the making. Actually it is in the preparation stage og the initial part of the beginning of the making, and as always we would VERY much like YOU, or one of YOUR FRIENDS, to write something interesting, inspiring, insipid, insidious og indisguisably clever for the magazine. It could be your way to the short-cut to the stars. I'm sure we all agree that DNL is always pullitzer-material, and with YOUR help THIS year can turn out to be the year of DNL!!!



Love, Spike...
posted by Roy at 15:05

 
WOW Again

Not only is the new issue out, it's also rather brilliant! Apart from the usual shameless self-promotion, it also features the first article written by a female since, basically, the dawning of ages. If you read the editorial you will notice that we are looking for a new member of the DNL family (and any member of the Hanson family). You too could be a self-promoter! So just get cracking and go to the next editorial meeting (in the new semester), or contact any of the DNL crew members.
posted by Roy at 13:06

 
More Pics

Pictures from the highly succesful DNL Bar have been uploaded - have a peek!

Thanx to all the people who showed up - you rawk, but not as much as the lo-ve-ly bartenders though!
posted by Roy at 11:07