Autumn showed it had come to stay - temperatures dropped from 21C to 14C in a matter of hours. It was Friday night and I arrived early to the church thinking that Danes were as punctual as their southern neighbours, in the hope to get one of the beanbags advertised on the Facebook event. It's not every day you come across a free 4-hour concert in a church, especially not with beanbags.
Through the arched windows that surrounded the building, I could see red lights shining inside; they warmed me up enough to hang in there for another 10 minutes, underdressed for the Copenhagen weather, shivering with every gust of wind. Once the tall, engraved wooden doors swung open, the numerous crowd waiting outside rushed in Northern European-style: with eyes displaying urgency but feet containing themselves. We walked along the hallway towards the altar, as if on our way to eat the wafer, inhaling the scent of candles and old church benches.
Two people stood to the right of the softly lit stage, instruments in hand, the music already resonating from the speakers - a kind of alternative pop with touches of psychedelic rock, where the twee-ping-wong of the synthesizer filled the background while a guitar gently wept. A blond, mid-20s girl with distinctive Scandinavian features projected her voice as a soft scream, singing in Danish with eyes closed. An equally blond, probably also mid-20s guy - as tall as they come - jiggled the stringed instrument, vocalizing the lyrics every now and then. The acoustics were idyllic.
I dare say there were more people on that Friday night concert than on a Sunday mass - but then again I didn't wake up early on Sunday to check. Being a church, no one knew whether clapping was "permitted", so we telepathically chose not to. The well-polished human sculptures that surrounded the base of the main dome took a much more human-like aura as their shadows danced, reflected by the flickering candle lights. God almighty - sitting far at the back, as usual, his arms half spread on an embrace - didn't seem at all bothered with the live concert taking place in his home. Then again, why should he? - each one of us was there to pray in