Part IV of my Fortress Festival diary: I panic through my first-ever live interview, barely survive, and descend straight into ritual chaos and fire-breathing black metal. Also, I walked home in socks. As one does.
A year ago, I took a borrowed camera to a metal gig, failed at concert photography, and had an awkward but unforgettable moment with Jón Geir. Here’s what happened—and why it still matters.