Rolling On The Rocks

@ On The Rocks, Helsinki

Woke up at home yesterday for a change. Load in at On The Rocks went well, soundcheck went well, gig went well. The sound guy was in a very pissy mood at first at DiAnnos band, but we tried to get everything running smoothly, so he was pretty calm with us. Nice to have Toni with us again, he was with Bibelblack and some other bands while we were in Sweden.

Plää plöö. 

Drove to Porvoo after the gig, Elmeri and I crashed at Tuukkas palce. Other than that I can't actually come up with anything. Total blackout. Writers block. Nothing. Kiitos ja anteeksi.

"Uh."

Elmeri forced me to enter this word, "kuk". He's been repeating that since Sweden. Tuukka started it, and Elmeri carried the torch of "kuk" with Pete trough scandinavia.

Wow. It's amazing what drinking beer for breakfast and calmly watching Saturday Night Fever in your undies at Tuukkas place does to you. The fart polluted air in Tuukkas apartment, the week of waiting and this current city should be enough to numb anyones senses, then add this, and all in all it's like a neutron bomb to your mind. 

Yet again, it makes me wonder, how this is a very peculiar profession one has chosen for oneself. There's only beer to drink at venues, if you want something else you'd probably got to buy it. End result, beer beer beer all the time. But at the same time it's not the "friday night let's get let's get let's get fuuuucked"-drinkin. At the same time this touring it's as real as work as anything, moving the backline, working the tech, performing, sweating like a pig. The only difference to a 9-5 job is the working hours and circumbstances, they're just really fucked up in the music business. But still, it somehow is all worth it, atleast more than a 9-5 job. The 30-45 minutes per night is what we live for.

But in the end, beer and good company makes the endless waiting tolerable. And with a small buzz, makes moving around with crutches a lot easier since it dampens my fear of falling down = I don't fall down so often. Heh. So fuck it, I'll stop this pseudo philosophy crap, it's twelve o' clock somewhere...?

Tonight Porvoo. 

To quote a wise man:
Those of us that had been up all night were in no mood for coffee and donuts, we wanted strong drink. We were, after all, the absolute cream of the national sporting press.
-Raoul Duke

/Jonas Priest