Shittier banks

Ok, I now officially hate Deutsche Bank. Yesterday in Hamburg:
- "Hello! I need to open an account in your bank."
- "You have to have a German address to do that."
- "No, I don't. I already confirmed that from you earlier."
- "Ok. But you can not open an account today anyway."
- "No on vittu aika touhua teillä!"

Yesterday was a pretty good day. We were playing at Markthalle, Hamburg. We've been there twice before but never in the big hall. We actually started our first ever European tour there in August 2005. Yesterday the guys from Unleashed told that they also started their first ever tour there. However, they did it in 1991! For example Mike from Swashbuckle was 4 at the time and our Juho was 5. Generations man, generations.

Earlier during the day Jonne, Matson and myself took a subway to St. Pauli. We were not really looking for anything special but we just wanted to check the familiar neighbourhood of Reeperbahn and the surrounding streets... I ended up buying new leather pants.

The show was decent at least. The audience was a bit strange though. They were like in Japan. Completely silent between the songs. That feels really strange on stage. Apart from the encore we did the same set as the night before. We were too lazy to do a new set list. Today is different. The venue is brilliant. I love these places in Belgium and the Netherlands. These new ugly concrete cubes that are built for hosting concerts like this. You can drive your bus in the venue. Really. Two buses with trailers are in the venue right now! You just get off the bus and take an elevator up to the catering and dressing rooms. Tomorrow it's going to be back to the basics again though. The venue is crap. But I now have an appointment with Deutsche Bank at 15.00.

Oh, yes. Today we're in Haarlem, Netherlands. The venue is called Patronaat. I am writing this in the dressing room that we're sharing with Swashbuckle. It's good to have them here since they don't complain about our musical theme days. It's now 15.30. We already went to the town centre and found a flea market with lots of vinyl albums for sale. I ended up bying 7 Saxon LPs...