Snow White in the front rows

I don’t remember the first time I heard Rammstein — I know it was in school, in secondary, when that “devil’s music” slipped in among everything else I was already listening to in metal (heavy, thrash, black, death, glam). Those industrial and electro undercurrents hooked me instantly. I couldn’t tell you whether “Du Hast” was the first song I heard, but by now I can barely stand it anymore.

I went to the 2010 concert in Colombia. I wish I’d had the money for the Fire Zone, but I was paying for university and made the best effort I could with what I had — dressed, of course, as Snow White. I found it funny how many people asked me about the costume; I didn’t get what the surprise was about. In 2022, after the pandemic pushed the tour dates back, I managed to buy a ticket to see them in Mexico with my family — carrying the musical inheritance one step further — and, of course, dressed as Snow White again, costume hauled all the way from Bogotá.

I don’t consider myself much of a collector: a couple of T-shirts from the Rammstein Shop, the odd CD, and that’s about it. What I do want from the official club is the obvious stuff — first-hand information, releases, meet-and-greets, learning more about the band — but mostly the exclusivity of sharing this with people who understand exactly why you’d dress as Snow White to go see Rammstein.