Video taken from Nightwish Showtime-Storytime Bluray (resampled to 25 fps) and audio from DVD. End part is taken from album. I think I was the one who first started to do this extended version (not my idea thou), but someone was quicker, and I abandoned the idea. But now, after Ann passed away, I listened one of those extended versions, and it had pretty horrible audio at the end part, so I decided to do it better. So, I'm sorry if this hurts someone's feelings, but I hope some can enjoy this one too.
Thank you so much for this, Nightwish Arena. Ann Wychoff will be missed by so many of us. Especially those of us who are newbies to Nightwish. She taught us so much about the band's history and members! R.I.P. dear Ann💖 We miss you terribly....😥
Thanks. This version and it's quality is great. Simply One Ov the best. Also many other friends Ov mine wishes to thank you. Best wishes for you faithfully.
Sadly, I never got to converse with Ann. It was something I deeply wish I could have done but at the time of her passing I had never listened to Nightwish. Now, Nightwish are by far my favourite band. Their catalogue is the most beautiful perpetual work of art that has ever graced this planet. It´s a privilege to be alive at the same time. Forever grateful :)
I don‘t think there is anyone who can. Tuomas Holopainen is one of a kind and we have the possibility to witness the magic he is casting within his music. This man has changed my life.
The nightingale is still locked in the cage The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs An old oak sheltering me from the blue Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves A catnap in the ghost town of my heart She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the Ride Raving harlequins, gigantic toys A song of me a song in need Of a courageous symphony A verse of me a verse in need Of a pure-heart singing me to peace All that great heart lying still and slowly dying All that great heart lying still on an angelwing All that great heart lying still In silent suffering Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end What is left for encore Is the same old Dead Boy's song Sung in silence All that great heart lying still and slowly dying All that great heart lying still on an angelwing A midnight flight into Covington Woods A princess and a panther by my side These are Territories I live for I'd still give my everything to love you more A song of me a song in need Of a courageous symphony A verse of me a verse in need Of a pure-heart singing me to peace All that great heart lying still and slowly dying All that great heart lying still on an angelwing All that great heart lying still In silent suffering Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end What is left for encore Is the same old Dead Boy's song Sung in silence All that great heart lying still and slowly dying All that great heart lying still on an angelwing A silent symphony A hollow opus one, two, three Sometimes the sky is piano black Piano black over cleansing waters Resting pipes, verse of bore Rusting keys without a door Sometimes the within is piano black Piano black over cleansing waters All that great heart lying still and slowly dying All that great heart lying still on an angelwing All that great heart lying still and slowly dying All that great heart lying still on an angelwing I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street With a begging bowl in his shaking hand Trying to smile but hurting infinitely Nobody notices I do, but walk by An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic It's half-light and he's in tears When he finally comes his eyes are cascading I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley He tries to bite me All pride has left his wild drooling eyes I wish I had my leg to spare A mother visits her son, Smiles to him through the bars She's never loved him more An obese girl enters an elevator with me All dressed up fancy A green butterfly on her neck Terribly sweet perfume deafens me She's going to dinner alone That makes her even more beautiful I see a model's face on a brick wall A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill A city that worships flesh The first thing I ever heard Was a wandering man telling his story It was you, the grass under my bare feet The campfire in the dead of the night The heavenly black of sky and sea It was us Roaming the rainy roads Combing the gilded beaches Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn Bathing in places no-one's seen before Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island Clad in nothing but the surf Beauty's finest robe Beyond all mortality we are Swinging in the breath of nature In early air of the dawn of life A sight to silence the heavens I want to travel where life travels Following its permanent lead Where the air tastes like snow music Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture I would bathe in a world of sensation Love, Goodness, and Simplicity (While violated and imprisoned by technology) The thought of my family's graves was the only moment I used to experience true love That love remains infinite As I'll never be the man my father is How can you "just be yourself" When you don't know who you are? Stop saying "I know how you feel" How could anyone know how another feels? Who am I to judge a priest, beggar, whore, politician, wrongdoer? I am, you are, all of them already Dear child, stop working, go play Forget every rule There's no fear in a dream "Is there a village inside this snowflake?" A child asked me "What's the color of our lullaby?" I've never been so close to truth as then I touched its silver lining Death is the winner in any war Nothing noble in dying for your religion For your country For ideology, for faith For another man, yes Paper is dead without words Ink idle without a poem All the world dead without stories Without love and disarming beauty Careless realism costs souls Ever seen the Lord smile? All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man? Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks? Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground I see all those empty cradles and wonder If man will ever change I, too, wish to be a decent manboy But all I am Is smoke and mirrors Still given everything, may I be deserving And there forever remains ❤nightwish~floor❤
Ocky!!! Te nešto mogu zamoliti ?-vjerojatno mogu-Sve songove prevedene na Cro jezik -pošto to nigdje i nikako nitko nije htio,,ne znam razlog ali znam da bi to napokon bilo vrlo zanimljivo ,Hvala-Piše ti gdje i kako
As a new fan of Nightwish I appreciate the effort you put into this. Although I did not have the pleasure to converse with Ann, I feel the love and respect this community has for her and the band. As they say, I’m in the army now!
A great tribute to Ann... We miss you... Be thankful for the ones still around and love them more than ever... It could be all gone in a blink of an eye... Love you all
The god I just found this version with the poem. Wonderful gift. Reminds me of the poem at the end of Nights In White Satin (Moody Blues) Breathe deep the gathering gloom Watch lights fade from every room Bedsitter people look back and lament Another day's useless energy spent Impassioned lovers wrestle as one Lonely man cries for love and has none New mother picks up and suckles her son Senior citizens wish they were young Cold-hearted orb that rules the night Removes the colors from our sight Red is gray and yellow white But we decide which is right And which is an illusion
We can always comment on what amazing voices and music this band has and what versatility Floor has in her voice but can I take a moment to talk about all her facial expressions she makes while performing? She is having such a great time there! And throws in silly/playful expressions once in a while and I love that! It shows she is having the time of he rlife and is completely in her comfort zone!
Her voice (Floor Jansen _ My Queen of Rock and Symphony Metal) in this concert is her real pure voice compares to other concerts . In other concerts we dont hear her voice clear and pure. Or i could be wrong. !!
Lyrically and musically one of the bands greatest achievements but what is it about? I looked long and hard at this song at this is what i think is going on. First you have to understand that the Imaginaerum album is a story and this is its last chapter. The story is of a man on his death bed reminiscing over his life. To add to the layers of meaning the old man is Tuomas (Composer/Keys)as he imagines himself moments before he takes his last breath. The song is actually two songs in one. It is however split into 4 parts. Part 4 'Love' is a song to itself and the easiest to deconstruct and then we work backwards. It is based on the Walt Wittman poem of the same name but as far as i can tell all of the thoughts are unique to Tuomas. It borrows the style rather than the substance of the Wittman piece. It is in essence the summation of the old mans life. The things that really matter. The moments worth pondering as he is taken 'on an Angel wing' to the next world. Parts 1,2 and 3 (the opus 123 in the lyrics) are two themes entwined in one. This is the song about writing the song. The main theme is Tuomas struggle to write a fitting end to the journey. Last ride of the day was the end of the journey and this last song is the 'encore' as all shows need an encore. The second theme is of the old man awaiting his death as perhaps foreshadowed in the song 'Turn loose the Mermaids' which was about Tuomas Grandfathers death. Part 1 From a dusty book shelf The ' dusty book shelf' (part 1) are the discarded or redundant ideas of the 'same old dead boys song'. A new adventure awaits (death) and something more substantial needs to be said to prepare for the journey and say a fitting good by to the past. Part 2 All that great heart. The 'Nightingale' is the song itself and the song is trapped within the 'cage' of his imagination or lack of imagination. The Nightingale is also a 'She' (second verse) which may reference the singer that awaits his words (Anette). Part 3 Piano black. Musically the tone of this part is doom laden as are the lyrics. Sometimes the sky is piano black in contrast to the 'Blue' sky in the first verse where he sat under an 'old oak' trying to write the song. While the end is near and the old man lays 'slowly dying' the inspiration to finish the song just will not come. Resting pipes (Musical reference), verse of bore (lyrical reference), rusting keys (Musical keys) without a door (Voice, lyrical reference) ... and then it comes part 4 'Love' and we get some of the most haunting pieces Tuomas has ever written.
this song definitely helps to showcase this band and what complex music compositions that these guys come up with damn musical geniuses. when i hear this kind of music and i hope its getting airplay because hot damn ladies & gentlemen talk about killing it softly holy smokes that breakdown and that outro "sometimes the sky is piano black" what a line and how the fuck do you crowd surf while this is playing but i don't crowd surf so seen too many bloody shirts and bloody faces cause folks get way too carried away
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Forgive me for being hella confused but which Ann are you referring to as no longer with us? Anette Olzon is still alive, and as far as I can tell so is the woman who played the older Ann in Imaginaerum.
Ann Waychoff, the "mother" of the Nightwish army. Sadly she passed away a few years ago. A great fan who was always helping reactors with the history and details of this band, same as Gabriel Bardac is doing now.
Дъяяволщина,так сказать.Хотя хороший тяж Маш(положительный во имя Света,чего тут не увидел)очень уважаю.Таланнтливо и многобаблосово,гитара -мастерглавный из дъявалюка.(((
"Najbolji su ovi "mudraci -prije toliko i toliko mjeseci ,godina itd"opet kuham sladoled kao juhu,juhuhuhuuu,ma nije valjda da živite u to doba?-ne bi rekao,može li malo noviteta ili tamo ostajete kao i "ovi koji su to napisali"?
That is unfortunate. Everyone has different taste, wheter it is food, drink, art, music, women, men, and that is wonderful thing, because that is why we have bands like Nightwish, who wanted to separate from masses. As long as there is respect to each other, there is nothing wrong to like someone more than other. I didn't like Anette with NW, but I have grown to like her more, and I still think she is a great singer. Contrast was just too big for me after Tarja.
So why feel the need to comment on a performance which highlights Floor? Typical comment from one of the trolls. Go and listen to who you prefer 🙄. I can’t abide Tarja at all so I avoid any performance which has her in it. Shame her fanboys don’t do the same
@@Mind-your-own-beeswax bold of you to assume my favourite is Tarja. I’m not insulting her nor saying anything wrong about her. Just that as amazing her voice is, I don’t like her. I’m not even comparing her 🤣 go start a fight somewhere else.
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Video taken from Nightwish Showtime-Storytime Bluray (resampled to 25 fps) and audio from DVD. End part is taken from album. I think I was the one who first started to do this extended version (not my idea thou), but someone was quicker, and I abandoned the idea. But now, after Ann passed away, I listened one of those extended versions, and it had pretty horrible audio at the end part, so I decided to do it better. So, I'm sorry if this hurts someone's feelings, but I hope some can enjoy this one too.
Thank you so much for this, Nightwish Arena. Ann Wychoff will be missed by so many of us. Especially those of us who are newbies to Nightwish. She taught us so much about the band's history and members! R.I.P. dear Ann💖 We miss you terribly....😥
Thanks for your effort! It is definitely appreciated.
For Ann,r.i.p.
Thanks. This version and it's quality is great. Simply One Ov the best.
Also many other friends Ov mine wishes to thank you.
Best wishes for you faithfully.
Sadly, I never got to converse with Ann. It was something I deeply wish I could have done but at the time of her passing I had never listened to Nightwish. Now, Nightwish are by far my favourite band. Their catalogue is the most beautiful perpetual work of art that has ever graced this planet. It´s a privilege to be alive at the same time. Forever grateful :)
47 years old...and Just Now Discovering NIGHTWISH...I'm Absolutely "FLOORED"!!!
I learned of them for the first time, three years ago ( at 56 ), wish I had been at wacken at this concert....
Warm welcome !
I am 65, so what?
3 years ago, i was exactly same, yes, yes and yes...
Sorry, but you lost the best Tarja.
Who else always cries after this song? Due to the text after the song?😢❤
The guitar solo in the last parts gets me every time I hear it
Tuomas is a genius ... who else can write this kind of an art piece?!
I don‘t think there is anyone who can. Tuomas Holopainen is one of a kind and we have the possibility to witness the magic he is casting within his music. This man has changed my life.
Some could just saying
As Forrest Gump would say: A Nightwish song is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.
Floor looks great with the wind blowing throu her hair belting out great songs!
Jukka is really killing those drums and Marco is as attractive as always, even despite his age, hot damn!
Right speed, right song, right band, right resolution! just right
Floor Jansen The Best Vocalist
Com certeza
The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves
A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the Ride
Raving harlequins, gigantic toys
A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need
Of a pure-heart singing me to peace
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old Dead Boy's song
Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
A midnight flight into Covington Woods
A princess and a panther by my side
These are Territories I live for
I'd still give my everything to love you more
A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need
Of a pure-heart singing me to peace
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old Dead Boy's song
Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
A silent symphony
A hollow opus one, two, three
Sometimes the sky is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters
Resting pipes, verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door
Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street
With a begging bowl in his shaking hand
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely
Nobody notices
I do, but walk by
An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
It's half-light and he's in tears
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading
I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley
He tries to bite me
All pride has left his wild drooling eyes
I wish I had my leg to spare
A mother visits her son,
Smiles to him through the bars
She's never loved him more
An obese girl enters an elevator with me
All dressed up fancy
A green butterfly on her neck
Terribly sweet perfume deafens me
She's going to dinner alone
That makes her even more beautiful
I see a model's face on a brick wall
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill
A city that worships flesh
The first thing I ever heard
Was a wandering man telling his story
It was you, the grass under my bare feet
The campfire in the dead of the night
The heavenly black of sky and sea
It was us
Roaming the rainy roads
Combing the gilded beaches
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no-one's seen before
Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
Clad in nothing but the surf
Beauty's finest robe
Beyond all mortality we are
Swinging in the breath of nature
In early air of the dawn of life
A sight to silence the heavens
I want to travel where life travels
Following its permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love, Goodness, and Simplicity
(While violated and imprisoned by technology)
The thought of my family's graves was the only moment
I used to experience true love
That love remains infinite
As I'll never be the man my father is
How can you "just be yourself"
When you don't know who you are?
Stop saying "I know how you feel"
How could anyone know how another feels?
Who am I to judge a priest, beggar, whore, politician, wrongdoer?
I am, you are, all of them already
Dear child, stop working, go play
Forget every rule
There's no fear in a dream
"Is there a village inside this snowflake?"
A child asked me
"What's the color of our lullaby?"
I've never been so close to truth as then
I touched its silver lining
Death is the winner in any war
Nothing noble in dying for your religion
For your country
For ideology, for faith
For another man, yes
Paper is dead without words
Ink idle without a poem
All the world dead without stories
Without love and disarming beauty
Careless realism costs souls
Ever seen the Lord smile?
All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground
I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will ever change
I, too, wish to be a decent manboy
But all I am
Is smoke and mirrors
Still given everything, may I be deserving
And there forever remains
❤nightwish~floor❤
Ocky!!! Te nešto mogu zamoliti ?-vjerojatno mogu-Sve songove prevedene na Cro jezik -pošto to nigdje i nikako nitko nije htio,,ne znam razlog ali znam da bi to napokon bilo vrlo zanimljivo ,Hvala-Piše ti gdje i kako
My favorite version of floor. And this song too..
As a new fan of Nightwish I appreciate the effort you put into this. Although I did not have the pleasure to converse with Ann, I feel the love and respect this community has for her and the band. As they say, I’m in the army now!
Who was Ann?
A great tribute to Ann... We miss you... Be thankful for the ones still around and love them more than ever... It could be all gone in a blink of an eye... Love you all
This is my favorite from Nightwish. Could listen a dozen times a day. Floor Fantastic.
Beautiful tribute to Ann, a lady I never met but had the great pleasure of hearing from or talked about.
Miss you so much, Ann. 🙏🥺 My dear friend. It's been so long....
The god I just found this version with the poem. Wonderful gift. Reminds me of the poem at the end of Nights In White Satin (Moody Blues)
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young
Cold-hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is gray and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion
We can always comment on what amazing voices and music this band has and what versatility Floor has in her voice but can I take a moment to talk about all her facial expressions she makes while performing? She is having such a great time there! And throws in silly/playful expressions once in a while and I love that! It shows she is having the time of he rlife and is completely in her comfort zone!
6:35 THAT high note, in live situation, is a real challenge ! Really awesome !
Yess! one of my favourites!! Thanks!!
and a beautiful tribute to Ann ❤️
Im so sad for missing this great show.I was fishing in Patagonia.
Superb concert. Probely the best for decades
Suomi
Salmi
Would be interesting to reimagine "Imaginaerum" with Floor ;)
there's no better trio than Floor, Tuomas & Marco!
I want this masterpiece to be played full volume on my funeral!!! 🤘🤘🤘
Nightwish...yesterday....today.... and forever
Jukka man...!!!!! holy moly...!!!!
Her voice (Floor Jansen _ My Queen of Rock and Symphony Metal) in this concert is her real pure voice compares to other concerts . In other concerts we dont hear her voice clear and pure. Or i could be wrong. !!
Lyrically and musically one of the bands greatest achievements but what is it about?
I looked long and hard at this song at this is what i think is going on.
First you have to understand that the Imaginaerum album is a story and this is its last chapter.
The story is of a man on his death bed reminiscing over his life. To add to the layers of meaning the old man is Tuomas (Composer/Keys)as he imagines himself moments before he takes his last breath.
The song is actually two songs in one. It is however split into 4 parts.
Part 4 'Love' is a song to itself and the easiest to deconstruct and then we work backwards.
It is based on the Walt Wittman poem of the same name but as far as i can tell all of the thoughts are unique to Tuomas. It borrows the style rather than the substance of the Wittman piece.
It is in essence the summation of the old mans life. The things that really matter. The moments worth pondering as he is taken 'on an Angel wing' to the next world.
Parts 1,2 and 3 (the opus 123 in the lyrics) are two themes entwined in one. This is the song about writing the song.
The main theme is Tuomas struggle to write a fitting end to the journey. Last ride of the day was the end of the journey and this last song is the 'encore' as all shows need an encore.
The second theme is of the old man awaiting his death as perhaps foreshadowed in the song 'Turn loose the Mermaids' which was about Tuomas Grandfathers death.
Part 1 From a dusty book shelf
The ' dusty book shelf' (part 1) are the discarded or redundant ideas of the 'same old dead boys song'. A new adventure awaits (death) and something more substantial needs to be said to prepare for the journey and say a fitting good by to the past.
Part 2 All that great heart.
The 'Nightingale' is the song itself and the song is trapped within the 'cage' of his imagination or lack of imagination. The Nightingale is also a 'She' (second verse) which may reference the singer that awaits his words (Anette).
Part 3 Piano black.
Musically the tone of this part is doom laden as are the lyrics. Sometimes the sky is piano black in contrast to the 'Blue' sky in the first verse where he sat under an 'old oak' trying to write the song.
While the end is near and the old man lays 'slowly dying' the inspiration to finish the song just will not come. Resting pipes (Musical reference), verse of bore (lyrical reference), rusting keys (Musical keys) without a door (Voice, lyrical reference)
... and then it comes part 4 'Love' and we get some of the most haunting pieces Tuomas has ever written.
Probably my favorite Nighwish's Song, thanks for adding the lyrics at the end
Great audio! That trademark Warwick growl comes through very well!
Marko is a great musician and vocal
Uwielbiam 🤘Floor jest kapitalna🤘pozdrawiam🙂
This demonstrates just what is missing from Nightwish now..... Marko's powerful vocals..... Troy's voice a'int in the same league...
Thanks for putting this together. Amazing!
How many epic songs can you think of that start with 7/4 time? I can't think of one.
Immediate favorite. Love your work!
They are sheer magic ! (I'm 76 OAP too)
ty a lot for extended version!!
Love love love love love love love love this
If you’ll pardon me, this has given me much to think on.
Amazing 😍
Amazing!
This band Live.Are not from this World🤘🤘🤘🤘🤘 My fav Song.
Amazing
Perfection
I love this channel. Thank you for taking the time to do this!
My fave 😍 thank you so much
this song definitely helps to showcase this band and what complex music compositions that these guys come up with damn musical geniuses. when i hear this kind of music and i hope its getting airplay because hot damn ladies & gentlemen talk about killing it softly holy smokes that breakdown and that outro "sometimes the sky is piano black" what a line and how the fuck do you crowd surf while this is playing but i don't crowd surf so seen too many bloody shirts and bloody faces cause folks get way too carried away
I
Love to see Floor Jansen and Lzzy Hale do a song together
Thank you so very much.
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@@reeilona Truly incredible song !!!
Feels weird looking at this in 2021, i mean, WHERE ARE YOUR MASKS
Generation Milly Zoomed.
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Oh. So that's why the song in concert sounds cut off in the middle and what the projected text is.
Forgive me for being hella confused but which Ann are you referring to as no longer with us? Anette Olzon is still alive, and as far as I can tell so is the woman who played the older Ann in Imaginaerum.
Ann Waychoff, the "mother" of the Nightwish army. Sadly she passed away a few years ago. A great fan who was always helping reactors with the history and details of this band, same as Gabriel Bardac is doing now.
Дъяяволщина,так сказать.Хотя хороший тяж Маш(положительный во имя Света,чего тут не увидел)очень уважаю.Таланнтливо и многобаблосово,гитара -мастерглавный из дъявалюка.(((
"Najbolji su ovi "mudraci -prije toliko i toliko mjeseci ,godina itd"opet kuham sladoled kao juhu,juhuhuhuuu,ma nije valjda da živite u to doba?-ne bi rekao,može li malo noviteta ili tamo ostajete kao i "ovi koji su to napisali"?
,ㅣㆍㅣㅡ😅너주연ㆍ어너😅ㆍㅢㅆ😅ㅢㅣㅗ
Tre.woods.
Jukka Nevalainen or Mike Portnoy?
Both !
Jukka will be always my first choice, but Portnoy is probably the best drummer ever.
@@NightwishArena I agree. Kai is also technically better drummer but Jukka's drumming has magical feel and power.
@@MikkoRantalainen yeah, Jukka's style and sound was perfect to Nightwish, and so was his stage presence.
Corona
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Better than Annette. 🤷🏼♂️
Floor is the best Nightwish singer. Fact.
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Floor has an amazing beautiful voice but she gives me nothing 😢 can’t bring me to like her
That is unfortunate. Everyone has different taste, wheter it is food, drink, art, music, women, men, and that is wonderful thing, because that is why we have bands like Nightwish, who wanted to separate from masses. As long as there is respect to each other, there is nothing wrong to like someone more than other. I didn't like Anette with NW, but I have grown to like her more, and I still think she is a great singer. Contrast was just too big for me after Tarja.
yours is an empty bottle XD
yours is an empty life.
So why feel the need to comment on a performance which highlights Floor? Typical comment from one of the trolls. Go and listen to who you prefer 🙄. I can’t abide Tarja at all so I avoid any performance which has her in it. Shame her fanboys don’t do the same
@@Mind-your-own-beeswax bold of you to assume my favourite is Tarja. I’m not insulting her nor saying anything wrong about her. Just that as amazing her voice is, I don’t like her. I’m not even comparing her 🤣 go start a fight somewhere else.
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