Friday, back lounge of the bus aka Auschwitz, the smoking room. It's afternoon and I am drunk. I already promised earlier that I'll stop writing about the audiences, but I just can't. Last night in Barcelona the audience was singing all the melodies and lyrics and everything so loud that it almost made me cry. There still are moments when this business surprises you. The band was tight as fuck as well. It's always the same on tours. The first few shows are an on/off thing, but from day 3 or 5 on we just kick ass every night. One of the best signs of that you are doing something right is that you see the local crew enjoying the show. Last night the people working behind the bar were doing the polka dance during the show so I guess we were on to something good.
During the day we did do something else as well. We took the subway to the city centre with some of us and Rinksa of KmD and went to see for example the cathedral they can't finish. I can't spell the name correctly now so I won't do that. You'll know it anyway.
When we were back at the venue the FOH dude for Battlis and KmD was asking the directions and subway stations to go to the city as well. I guess he went, since when KmD was about to go on the stage they rushed back to the backstage asking for him. They call him and he says "Now already?" He was already on the subway on his way back so our FOH dude got them started and he arrived just as the intro was playing. I guess he did get some shit from that.
Anyway, back to the present. Guys are having a Playstation game of ice-hockey, Finland vs. Germany and I'm playing Kiss from the laptop to the bus speakers. Sun is shining and all is good. I'll continue later.
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