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| Photo courtesy of Dana Gorab |
I’m not the type who cries easily, though I’m not made of stone either. I’ve definitely shed a few tears at funerals, and I’ll admit, a good film can get to me too. The movie Lion, for example, had me absolutely sobbing long after the credits rolled - my girlfriend was genuinely worried I’d completely lost it.
But a rock concert? That was new territory. A few years ago, I found myself standing in the middle of Olavshallen in Trondheim, tears streaming down my face as Dream Theater played one of the most important albums of my life.
They were in my hometown for the Images & Words 25th anniversary tour, performing the album in full. For anyone who doesn’t know me, this is the record that got me into progressive rock. It shaped my teenage years, my guitar playing and my entire way of thinking about music. I can safely say I’ve listened to that album thousands of times - no exaggeration. It was on constant rotation in my room, and I learned most of the songs by heart, guitar parts and all. It was my musical education, my escape and my obsession all rolled into one.
It also became the soundtrack to my late teenage years; the background music to my first relationships, my first heartbreaks and those long nights of trying to make sense of life. I even remember listening to it a lot during my military service, where I was lucky enough to end up in the same room as some of my best friends from high school. One of them brought his stereo system, and we’d spend countless hours in that small room, surrounded by uniforms and gear, blasting Images & Words. It felt like our little refuge; a world of melody, complexity and emotion tucked away inside military barracks.
So when Dream Theater came to Trondheim to play Images & Words from start to finish, it felt almost surreal. As the lights dimmed and the familiar intro of “Pull Me Under” filled the hall, something inside me just… gave way. By the time they got to “Another Day”, I could feel the lump in my throat forming, and when “Learning to Live” began - my all-time favourite - that was it. The floodgates opened.
I was there with my girlfriend, who enjoys the band’s music but isn’t as sold on James LaBrie’s voice. I’ve heard that before - his voice is definitely an acquired taste. Some people love the music but can’t quite get past the vocals. For me, though, LaBrie’s voice is one of the things that makes Dream Theater so powerful. I love how he can shift between emotional vulnerability and full-on aggression, often in the space of a single song. Hearing him deliver those lines live - the same ones I’d sung along to countless times as a teenager - hit me harder than I expected.
It wasn’t just nostalgia, though. It was the realisation that this album had been there for me through everything: growing up, learning guitar, figuring out who I was. And now, decades later, I was standing there as an adult, hearing those same songs performed by the band that made me fall in love with music in the first place. It was like my entire musical journey had come full circle at that moment.
What struck me most that night was how tight the band still was; how even after all these years, John Petrucci’s precision, Mike Mangini’s drumming and Jordan Rudess’ keys carried that same intensity and technical brilliance I’d admired in my youth. Dream Theater has evolved a lot since Images & Words - their newer material is more intricate and experimental - but for me, there’s something special about those early records. The songwriting had a certain magic that connected both the heart and the mind.
Walking out of Olavshallen that night, my girlfriend gave me a look somewhere between amusement and affection - maybe half surprised to see me in tears. I just smiled and said, “That album means more to me than I can explain.”
It reminded me why I make music myself. That night wasn’t just a concert - it was a reminder of why music matters, why it endures and how a record can stay with you for a lifetime. Dream Theater’s Images & Words did that for me. And for one night in Trondheim, it gave me permission to let it all out.
That same love for storytelling, dynamics and emotional connection still drives what I do with holon today. If my music can give someone even a fraction of what Images & Words gave me, then I know I’m on the right path.
- Ronny Pedersen, holon










