Hannover

Sunday morning at the dressing room. I think this is Sunday. Last night I watched the entire In Extremo show. They were really good. I'd love to see them in Finland one day as well. Not at Tuska on a crappy afternoon slot but indoor somewhere headlining with their full production. They even said some really nice things about us on the stage which felt quite nice. Ok, honestly, it felt really good. I got that warm feeling that we're doing something right.

Our own show was better than the day before. Since we're only playing 45-minute sets we first decided to drop some of the harder stuff since we were thinking that maybe that'll suite better the In Extremo audience but we realized that the first set wasn't working that well after all, so yesterday we did the opposite and dropped the slower, softer ones and replaced them with the hard stuff. And we even opened with Journey Man. Yesterday's show was a good one. I guess we'll stick to that set list. It even was exactly 45 minutes.

I didn't buy any ABBA yesterday. And now while I am writing this I am listening to Frank Sinatra. His old albums were probably put together and recorded in a day or something but they are still brilliant. I am a big fan of big band swing and Frank did a lot of that stuff. Anyway, I went to the music store to get some strings since there wasn't any in my bass case. Don't know where they all went on the last tour. I got two sets and while I was changing them I realized that the ball in the end was too big and they didn't fit my bass. Bollocks. Jonne found himself a new guitar strap that matches his cow-like boots and Matson got himself a new double bass drum pedal thing whatever.

And now I'll head for breakfast.