This is my brave attempt to catch up to date with this blog (which starts to feel more like a confession booth) before next week-end, so I'll spill my guts on last weekends visits to Lappeenranta and Alabush.
Last saturday was ofcourse the day when school ended, and for us that was good and bad at the same time. Good in the sense that on saturday the place would be packed no matter what, and bad in the sense that friday the place would be empty no matter what. So friday at Lappeenranta we had a lovely, happy, beautyful, clean, 82egetarian and stunningly sweet smelling fistfull of people who danced and were great. The gig was between relatively ok and somewhat enjoyable mainly because Ristos (our drummer hero) monitor system went bezerk during "little note" and totally fucked up the rest of the song. Things like that can really piss you off... damn you Logan! (kudos to Ridge Forrester for that immortal line, my favourite phrase at the moment)
A little hint to people who ever happen to find themselves in Lappeenranta: At the market they have about ten little booths or "kiosks" where they sell a local delicasy called "vety". I'll tell you people, there is not one single thing that i have put in my mouth in eating purposes, that has made me more happy than one of them vetys. I really should add vety to our backstage rider. Vety and peanutbutter. And a jacuzzi.
Anyway, it was off to Alabush. It was a six hour drive and is there is something other than vety I'd like to suggest to you peopple, is doing some "where ever tutuksi", then jumping on a bus-a-bus and driving through Finland on a sunny day with some David Gilmour singing on the radio. The beauty of that experience will drive you to happy tears in an instant. We also had a great party on the bus for Pasu the Light dude who had his birthday. He bought cake and shampagne and we all wore stupid partyhats and sang stupid partysongs at the back of the bus. The rest of the crew and Mariko had allready woken pasu up singing and brought him some breakfast in bead. The rest of the band got him a dirty magazine. What a lame excuse for buing a dirty magazine.
The tears would soon turn to different kind of tears when the legendary Puustelli appeared in front of us. Puustelli is the closest thing to the Riott Hyatt we have in Finland. The cradle of everything suspicious in the universe. I truly believe that leather pants, for example, were first invented in Puustelli in Alavus.
Inspite of its controversial reputation we had a great time. The house was packed with partying people, we rocked and everyone had a great time. Plus we had the whole crowd singing for Pasu. (which resulted in half the crowd bringing Pasu some drinks so Pasu really did Alabush tutuksi that night...)

This week its Helsinki -Jyvaskyla-Helsinki. I'll be back.
-tatu/KWAN