8.00 in the bus in a car wash. I stayed up until 3.15 or so last night and today I am up again at 8. Fuck. And the bus is turning into a sauna again. Fuck.
San Francisco last night was a good show. Jonne said that it was his best of the tour, I on the other hand didn't feel that well about the show, so I guess it's safe to say it was ok. The venue was packed and the audience was probably the loudest of the tour. The city is known as the hippie and gay capitol of the world so I was afraid that there really isn't much audience for our kind of music but San Francisco managed to surprise me. The venue was basically decent. A huge backstage area with a toilet is always a plus. It didn't have a shower, so it was a shithole. I didn't really mind that since the toilet was big and clean and had a big sink as well. On this tour I've learned to wash my hair and other parts in the sink and was prepared to do that last night as well. While I was going there with my towel Markus asked me where did I think I was going.
- "I'm going to take a bath in the sink."
- "Good luck. There's no warm water."
No hair washing. Just have to wear the cowboy hat. Which by the way smells like a hay barn now.
My boob picture project was continued last night as well. After the show on the street next to our bus was this woman in a Korpiklaani shirt with a huge rack. She was actually talking with some Primordial guys but I went there and explained her the thing about the pictures for girlfriend and she was totally up to it. So I took a couple of pictures of those huge knockers. I mean like really huge. Definitely not my girlfriend's type but she didn't really complain last night when I sent them to her. I have a brilliant girlfriend by the way.
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Sunday, 17 May 2009
Saturday, 16 May 2009
Boobs and cowboy hats
8.15 in the bus in Weed, CA. Yep, Weed, high on the Californian mountains. They even sell shirts with a mountain and a text "I'm high on Weed, California".
I stayed up relatively late last night, was a bit drunk as well and I still woke up exactly at 7.29. What the hell is wrong with me? Ok, it's a good thing to be up at these hours since we're still on our way from Portland, WA to San Francisco, CA and the scenery is just amazing. Justin from Swashbuckle is also up. Nice guy, doesn't talk much though.
Yesterday was a really nice day. Apparently that area of Portland was called Hawthorne that is known for it's hippie communes and weed consumption. It was reall nice neighbourhood. I wouldn't mind living there. The venue was on Hawthorne Bldv and you found basically everything you needed from the same street. We for example found the best record shop of the tour. Ok, the place was mess but the enormous selection of old vinyl and really cheap prices made up for it. I've basically decided that I won't buy 12" vinyl from the tours since they are really difficult to get home safe. Yesterday I had to make an exception since they had Jethro Tull's "Living In The Past" 2LP from 1972 with the hard book-like covers, inserts and everything in near mint condition and they only asked $8 for it! That's like 5€! Nothing. And I also got the Skynyrd's "Street Survivors" from 1977 with the original cover art where the guys are in flames. You all of course know that quickly after it's release it was drawn back from the stores since a few members of the band died in a plane crash and apparently burned. That was $8 as well. A bargain.
Now I am alone again, Justin went back to bed. I am sitting in a tour bus through sunny California and listening to Skynyrd's live album "One More From The Road" wearing a cowboy hat. Now I am going to go and see if there's any cold beer in the fridge. C'mon, you're all jealous!
Yes, there was. Yeehaa! I'll be back soon.
So, the first beer of the day is gone. I wrote a few days ago about the privileged position we're in. This moment right now right here is just so unbelievably beautiful that I can't even describe the feeling. Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Gimme Three Steps", sunshine, Californian mountains, ice cold beer.
Back to the business. Yesterday was a good show. For some reason the audience ignored Swashbuckle entirely and entered the venue just before Blackguard. Maybe they just wanted to spend more time outside and since the venue had this "No return" -policy Swashbuckle had to suffer. We on the other hand had a full house so we can't complain. Except that my shower was again bottled water at the backyard. You know the policy already: the venue was really nice with good bar with good cider and everything, but they had no decent backstage or showers, so it was a shithole.
Last night I also did what I was asked. I asked politely this girl if I can take pictures of her boobs for my girlfriend at home and she was up to it immediately! So I now have nice pictures of her pierced twins as well. Why the fuck didn't I start this earlier?
I stayed up relatively late last night, was a bit drunk as well and I still woke up exactly at 7.29. What the hell is wrong with me? Ok, it's a good thing to be up at these hours since we're still on our way from Portland, WA to San Francisco, CA and the scenery is just amazing. Justin from Swashbuckle is also up. Nice guy, doesn't talk much though.
Yesterday was a really nice day. Apparently that area of Portland was called Hawthorne that is known for it's hippie communes and weed consumption. It was reall nice neighbourhood. I wouldn't mind living there. The venue was on Hawthorne Bldv and you found basically everything you needed from the same street. We for example found the best record shop of the tour. Ok, the place was mess but the enormous selection of old vinyl and really cheap prices made up for it. I've basically decided that I won't buy 12" vinyl from the tours since they are really difficult to get home safe. Yesterday I had to make an exception since they had Jethro Tull's "Living In The Past" 2LP from 1972 with the hard book-like covers, inserts and everything in near mint condition and they only asked $8 for it! That's like 5€! Nothing. And I also got the Skynyrd's "Street Survivors" from 1977 with the original cover art where the guys are in flames. You all of course know that quickly after it's release it was drawn back from the stores since a few members of the band died in a plane crash and apparently burned. That was $8 as well. A bargain.
Now I am alone again, Justin went back to bed. I am sitting in a tour bus through sunny California and listening to Skynyrd's live album "One More From The Road" wearing a cowboy hat. Now I am going to go and see if there's any cold beer in the fridge. C'mon, you're all jealous!
Yes, there was. Yeehaa! I'll be back soon.
So, the first beer of the day is gone. I wrote a few days ago about the privileged position we're in. This moment right now right here is just so unbelievably beautiful that I can't even describe the feeling. Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Gimme Three Steps", sunshine, Californian mountains, ice cold beer.
Back to the business. Yesterday was a good show. For some reason the audience ignored Swashbuckle entirely and entered the venue just before Blackguard. Maybe they just wanted to spend more time outside and since the venue had this "No return" -policy Swashbuckle had to suffer. We on the other hand had a full house so we can't complain. Except that my shower was again bottled water at the backyard. You know the policy already: the venue was really nice with good bar with good cider and everything, but they had no decent backstage or showers, so it was a shithole.
Last night I also did what I was asked. I asked politely this girl if I can take pictures of her boobs for my girlfriend at home and she was up to it immediately! So I now have nice pictures of her pierced twins as well. Why the fuck didn't I start this earlier?
Friday, 15 May 2009
Sleepless in Seattle
7.30 in Portland, OR. Why the hell can't I sleep on this tour? Why am I once again up at 7 in the morning? Why is my sleeping average something like 5 hours a night?
Yesterday we were in Seattle, WA at the venue called Studio Seven. Many of us called it a shithole, but since it had a shower AND warm water I think it was a nice venue. Although there was also a mouse. I guess it was more scared of us though. Well, except maybe Juho was more scared of the mouse. As I wrote earlier the venue was really far away from the city centre but Matson and myself walked there and back anyway. That was like 11-12 kilometres all together. I actually did two phone interviews to Belgium while we were walking. The city centre was basically nice. It was a bit different than many others since it was not so flat. We went to the local market area as well (terrible fish smell, which I hate, by the way) but couldn't really find anything that interesting. Except when we were walking back along the 1st Avenue and saw that all the strip clubs are there. So we knew exactly where to go after the show.
The show itself was a really good one. We played well, stage sound was at least decent and the audience was really good. Really good movement and once again surprising sing-alongs. We really had no idea what to expect from this tour and to our big surprise in every city we've met people who know the songs by heart, sing along and after the show come to tell us how they had been waiting this to happen for 6 years and had already lost their hope of ever seeing us live. Heartwarming.
After the show we drank a few beers in the bar. I got quite easily people convinced that we really should take a cab to the strip joint but then came the strip joint expert Nick the Merchandiser and told us that in Washington it's forbidden to sell alcohol at the strip joints but you can always buy a can of Coke for 5 bucks. We didn't go. Alcohol 1, boobs 0.
Today, Portland, Oregon. The venue is again in the middle of nowhere. Well, not really nowhere, just really far from the city. This one doesn't have showers or even a backstage, so it's a shithole, but I'll still give it a few extra points since it's called Hawthorne Theatre. Yep, theatRE.
Today I will try to get more pictures of boobs. Lady at home liked the previous pair so much that she wants to get more. And who am I to argue. I like a good pair of knockers as well.
Yesterday we were in Seattle, WA at the venue called Studio Seven. Many of us called it a shithole, but since it had a shower AND warm water I think it was a nice venue. Although there was also a mouse. I guess it was more scared of us though. Well, except maybe Juho was more scared of the mouse. As I wrote earlier the venue was really far away from the city centre but Matson and myself walked there and back anyway. That was like 11-12 kilometres all together. I actually did two phone interviews to Belgium while we were walking. The city centre was basically nice. It was a bit different than many others since it was not so flat. We went to the local market area as well (terrible fish smell, which I hate, by the way) but couldn't really find anything that interesting. Except when we were walking back along the 1st Avenue and saw that all the strip clubs are there. So we knew exactly where to go after the show.
The show itself was a really good one. We played well, stage sound was at least decent and the audience was really good. Really good movement and once again surprising sing-alongs. We really had no idea what to expect from this tour and to our big surprise in every city we've met people who know the songs by heart, sing along and after the show come to tell us how they had been waiting this to happen for 6 years and had already lost their hope of ever seeing us live. Heartwarming.
After the show we drank a few beers in the bar. I got quite easily people convinced that we really should take a cab to the strip joint but then came the strip joint expert Nick the Merchandiser and told us that in Washington it's forbidden to sell alcohol at the strip joints but you can always buy a can of Coke for 5 bucks. We didn't go. Alcohol 1, boobs 0.
Today, Portland, Oregon. The venue is again in the middle of nowhere. Well, not really nowhere, just really far from the city. This one doesn't have showers or even a backstage, so it's a shithole, but I'll still give it a few extra points since it's called Hawthorne Theatre. Yep, theatRE.
Today I will try to get more pictures of boobs. Lady at home liked the previous pair so much that she wants to get more. And who am I to argue. I like a good pair of knockers as well.
Thursday, 14 May 2009
Boobs
10.00. An industrial area on the outskirts of Seattle, WA. The weather sucks and the area pretty much sucks as well. At least we're in the US again and the internet connection on the bus works again. I can see the city skyline quite nicely but it's probably too far to walk there. So I guess I'm stuck here.
Yesterday's venue was the best of the tour. Commodore Ballroom in the heart of Vancouver. The venue was huge. Presale was 350 so I'd say there was 500 people max. Way too little for a barn like that but otherwise a good amount. During all the sets, including ours, there was a girl in the front row with her boobs out. That was nice sight. A bit disturbing perhaps, but still. C'mon. Boobs. The best thing since the sliced bread.
We did a bit different show than usual. We forgot to play Happy Little Boozer and when we came off from the stage before the encore there were a couple of Primordial members asking why we didn't do that and Jonne said: "We didn't? I thought we did. Well, we'll do it now then." So we started the encore with Happy Little Boozer and they came to the stage to dance and sing the chorus. Then we did the "normal" encore opener Let's Drink and after that when everyone was prepared to finish with Ii Lea Voibmi Jonne said to the audience that "The next song is called Palovana!" so we did that too and after that we finally finished with Ii Lea Voibmi.
Afterwards I noticed the boob girl from the front row with some members of a certain opening band and thought that since she wasn't that shy about them earlier she probably won't mind if i take a picture of the twins. She didn't, so I now have pictures of her boobs. Nice.
Yesterday's venue was the best of the tour. Commodore Ballroom in the heart of Vancouver. The venue was huge. Presale was 350 so I'd say there was 500 people max. Way too little for a barn like that but otherwise a good amount. During all the sets, including ours, there was a girl in the front row with her boobs out. That was nice sight. A bit disturbing perhaps, but still. C'mon. Boobs. The best thing since the sliced bread.
We did a bit different show than usual. We forgot to play Happy Little Boozer and when we came off from the stage before the encore there were a couple of Primordial members asking why we didn't do that and Jonne said: "We didn't? I thought we did. Well, we'll do it now then." So we started the encore with Happy Little Boozer and they came to the stage to dance and sing the chorus. Then we did the "normal" encore opener Let's Drink and after that when everyone was prepared to finish with Ii Lea Voibmi Jonne said to the audience that "The next song is called Palovana!" so we did that too and after that we finally finished with Ii Lea Voibmi.
Afterwards I noticed the boob girl from the front row with some members of a certain opening band and thought that since she wasn't that shy about them earlier she probably won't mind if i take a picture of the twins. She didn't, so I now have pictures of her boobs. Nice.
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