01.04.04

Off day in Reggio Emilia where the nice people at Transilvania offer us a band-flat with showers and all. It's sunny and warm and I wander the streets for hours. Raldo, Johnny and I get a shave at the local barbershop. We hook up with Poon, Thomas and Danny for a splendid dinner and cold Lambrusco. They know food in this country.

31.03.04

Early arrival in Rome where I haven't been in ages. We have a day-room at Hotel Arse, which actually is a nice arse. I spend about half an eon in the shower and put on my best Carlo Ponti clothing. You know when in Wome etc. Johnny, Thomas and I take a bus into the city centre, and the sky just opens. It rains cats, dogs and a couple of goats. We buy some umbrellas from a street vendor and wade trough the eternal city spotting the Trevi fountain and the Pantheon.

What was meant to be a pit-stop at at bar turns into a full engine tune up before we head back to the club. Dave W does a spasmodic dance in the front row as we start our set. MM cancels tomorrow's show two minutes after they go off stage. I hang out with Tim Cronin and co at the MM crew bus and get served some very nice cognac. A girl that wants to party with people after the show turns out to be a she-male. Dolce Drita.

30.03.04

Transilvania club is close to San Siro stadium so I go there and pay ridiculous money for a guided tour that takes me through the main stand and a couple of locker rooms. Then I watch old memorabilia in the "museum". Transilvania club is decked out in a gothic theme. The milanesios or whatever they call themselves show up in decent numbers anb seem to dig the Glue show. Wyndorf is not impressed with the crowd and cuts his set short. Chicken legs and free drinks in a VIP-area afterwards. Meet our sweet friends Ruggero and Camilla et al.

29.03.04

On the planes again, back to Munich. Picked up by bus at the airport and overnight drive to Milano. This day is about as exciting as a dry t-shirt contest.

28.03.04

I spend the day naked in bed watching norwegian TV and reading. Get dressed at eight for a gastro feast at Markens Grøde where Leif Arne cooks us straight into heaven. Will never forget the italian chardonnay. Nightcaps at Blå Rock with Egon, the best man to ever walk the earth north of the polar circle.

27.03.04

And so the day starts at 5 o'clock in the morning at Munich airport where it's all aboard the red-eye-express to Tromsø, Norway. I fall asleep on all three flights, on the airports and in the car into town. The only thing I notice is the beautiful approach to Tromsø airport where the winds are throwing the plane around like a tennis ball in a tumble dryer and the mountains are drenched in blinding sun. The show is the opening party for snowboard legend Terje Haakonsen's end-of-season extravaganza competition The Arctic Challenge. When we get into the backstage a plethora of snowboarders have "challenged" the entire rider, but who cares. We do our best, and it's good enough. The night ends at the local biker clubhouse and when I get out the sunshine has been replaced by sleet and snow.

26.03.04

And Bayern it is still, but today Munich at the Georg Elser Halle. Fifth "halle" on this tour actually. Big time! Georg Elser was a guy from Munich who tried to assasinate Adolf H at some point. I'll give you a halle for that Georgie. Right next to the venue is an area called "Kultzentrum" or something. Basically an industrial area with a lot of different clubs/bars/dönershops etc inside the old warehouses. It sounds cool, but it is actually pretty creepy/boring/scheisse, especially at daytime. Guess the idea is to get all the people who want to party gathered at one place so they won't disturb the gute börgerliche schlafzeit for the BMW-driving Munich middle-class.

My refuge is the Nachtkantine where the coffee is good and they have free internet. Meet Ed Mundell around lunchtime, his face is very red after an 18-hour drinking binge yesterday. The crowd is absolutely great tonight, one of the best nights on stage I've ever had. Then it's on to watch a scorching Monstermagnet show from the side of the stage. Then drinks, hugs and big smiles all around. Goodbye Germany, you have been great to us, and we have been great to you, like Paal from backstreet Girls put it once.

25.03.04

From the eerie memories of Nürnberg straight to the Bavariancountryside. We have a show at the Silo1 in Töging. We were here oncebefore, and it was great. There are plans to rent bikes and do alittle hike in the afternoon, but when I wake up and look out the buswindow it is snowing. Fantastic, here I am in the south of Europe and it's snow, and then they tell me that back in Oslo it is nice and warm. Bummer. Spend the day sleeping in a beautiful bed at our friend Rudi's family hotel. Show is real fun, wild kids and two great opening acts. Back to the hotel for a nice party in the restaurant.We drink dunkel weissbier (dark brown ale made from wheat) and Rudi serves platters of cured meat with dark bread and fresh horseradish. Yes please!

24.03.04

I wake up quite early today. We are in Nürnberg and the club is rightnext to a zoo. I get out of the bus in a hurry while everyone else is asleep and head for the zoo. It is very quiet, seems like the wholeplace is waking up. There's a light drizzle and pretty cold. I walkpast some very deadpan baboons that stare me down. There's some signs that says "raubtiere" and I follow them until I see some lions doing what looks like predator yoga. There's a hole in the mountain and I walk in. I am all alone in in a circular room, the walls are lined with caged-in feeding pens for animals. In one of the pens a huge siberian tiger is pacing restlessly around. I have not had breakfast, and the tiger has not has breakfast. The tiger slowly looks me up and down, and I get the distinct feeling that I am being considered as apotential snack. I walk up to the cage and we have a little stare-me-down contest that I lose. I can't help looking over my shoulder as I walk out, they say you will never hear if a tiger sneaks up on you from behind. The rest of the zoo is depressing stuff, the animals have empty stares and look dirty. When I come back to the club, people are waking up. I tell everybody my tiger-story, might have overdone it ever so slightly actually, but hey, things like that doesn't happen every day do they? After lunch, soundcheck and theeverydayjesuschristthisboringroutinecrapstuffthatyoudoontour, Poon,Raldo, Johnny and I take a cab to the Reichsparteitaggelände. You say what? OK, the stadium where Hitler and co held their big rallies in the thirties. You probably saw the pictures in your history book inschool, hope you didn't buy the t-shirt. The main stand is pretty intact, and the proportions are insanely huge. We take the obligatory pictures at the podium where herr Schickelgruber used to whip the 200000+ crowd into a nazi-frenzy back in the days. All I can think about is Manowar.

23.03.04

We mess up the drive from Prague to Stuttgart and come to the Longhorn halfway into The Quill's set. The MM crew and the local crew helps us out and MM's tourmanager gives us some extra time to get ready. We feel like schmucks, but the show turns out great. It is sold out again. Thanks to everyone who gave us a hand tonight so we could do our thing, we appreciate it deeply. We stand at a gallery after our set and watch as Wyndorf and the rest turns the 1500+people into a frenzy of sweat and slackjawed astonishment.

21-22.03.04

We are in Prague with our girlfriends/wives. Ain't gonna tell you nothing about this, you nosy people. I can say though that Prague is a very beautiful place, and that Slivovitz is a nice drink. And yeah,they have the coolest TV-tower I have ever seen.

20.03.04

So we are stuck three hours on the border between Germany and Poland.Then we hit a low-way that is so bumpy that my kidneys almost turn into a urine smoothie. Then it starts to rain, then I fall asleep. I wake up about an hour outside Warsawa. We see a highway hooker on the side of the street. Pretty bizarre, a girl in a miniskirt and high leatherboots standing on a dirt road under an umbrella, smoking a cigarette. A friend of mine once saw one of these girls holding a cardboard sign saying "Puzi, 50 zloty!" Nice people at the club, although they don't smile too much. When we ask for beer, they carry in about 100 full pint glasses on trays. The Quill has to go on a bit early, the promoter says the crowd is getting aggressive. Quill nails it tonight, we are a little bit off centre, MM goes down good as usual. Quick load after the show, our girls are in Prague and we are in a hurry to get there.

19.03.04

No you can't, because you are in Dresden with a hangover and you have a show to play. I try my amateur german on some people at the club when I can't find coffee, and they make fun of me. Very rude on a day like this. We play in an old slaughterhouse, it's fine. Have to leave right after the show as we are going to Poland. It's a shame, we miss the Church bar where the nice people from Flying Revolverblatt has invited us to a party after the show. Next time friends.

18.03.04

Berlin. Berlin! And what a day it is. Second hand shopping in the street a couple of blocks down from Tempelhof, meet two guys from VGnewspaper that takes us to the East Side Gallery for a photoshoot, doing outdoor interviews in the parking lot behind Columbia Halle. A pack of dogs hang out in the same parking lot, one of them has been observed eating human feces. Maybe we should film it and get into the Hundenkaviar business. Two thousand people show up for the concert, it is a rush, a great rush. Meet friends afterwards, go to Wild at Heart, meet more friends, go to Franken bar, even more friends. Beer, saure, more beer, more saure. Daylight-shock when we finally get out and head back for some sleep. Can I do this again tomorrow?

17.03.04

If yesterday was spring, today is pretty close to summer. I spend allday sitting in the sun outside the Schlachthof in Wiesbaden, reading newspapers and magazines. We do a headline show again tonight. 18songs! The old bus comes back to us, and we doze off to the sounds of Professionals and Dr John. Tomorrow is Berlin.

16.03.04

First day of spring hits us in Cologne, and it is beautiful. Monstermagnet and us are being filmed by german TV tonight. Rockpalast! We get to play an hour instead of the usual 45 minutes, and I think we pull it off pretty good. At the end of the show there are raised arms all the way to the back of the room. I think a lot about Rocco Klein today. This was his hometown and it is very sad that he is not around here anymore. We dedicate the show to his memory, and at the Underground club afterwards, one of his friends come up to me and say that she appreciated that. It was the least we could do. Poon and I are getting severely beaten by some germans at the fussball table in the Sonic Ballroom at 2 o'clock in the night. Bob from Monstermagnet are showing off his Jersey dancing skills at the floor afterwards. Pretty impressing actually.

15.03.04

So we wake up at Hotel Monopol at the Reeperbahn in various states of disarray. We have no bus and all our gear is inside the Grosse Freiheit club where we left after yelling at everybody last night. Thomas comes to the rescue as he have arranged transport to Hannover with some rental cars. He has also fixed so a new bus will come tonight and drive us around until ours get fixed. We play one of our best shows on the tour tonight. After the show SPV president Manfred Schütze comes to our dressing room. He seems pretty happy with his norwegian kids. Manfred wears the best shoes I have seen on this tour, slick black leather loafers decorated with a massive metalring. SPV has an aftershow party at the club afterwards and Rudolf Schenker is in the building. We miss the photo-op, sad. The new bus arrives, and it is incredibly big and new. A redheaded girl is in our dressing room. She has a thousand-yard stare and is telling everybody that she needs some "kokaiiin" When she knocks a glass over and spill the contents over someone's bag I've had enough and I ask her in a very uncivilised way to vacate the premises. Moron!

14.03.04

I really don't wanna write about this day, but I will give a short report. Drive from Lingen, gearbox in the bus is a little funky. Hit the worst traffic jam I have ever witnessed outside Bremen. Gearbox Schmearbox even funkier. After standing virtually still for 90 minutes, shitbox decides to call it quits. Stuck on the side of the autobahn for four hours. All the backline, luggage etc taken out of the bus, bus towed away, we are stuck on the side with all the gear for another hour. We haven't eaten for nine hours. We finally get picked up by some cars and race to Hamburg just in time for the show. Our guys work like hell and gets the gear up in record time. The local crew fucks everything up for us, at the end of the show there'stons of feedback everywhere on stage. Our set is pure aggro. After the show we go the sauna at Scandia bar to be interviewed. It works wonders on us, and we end this asshole of a day on a high note.

13.03.04

Another day where we play our own show. Today in Lingen. Don't ask me where that is, all I can say is that it's close to Osnabrück. Everyone at the club is nice and treats us like family. I take a walk on the graveyard behind the club. Strange to see all the tombstones for young men that died in Russia. Next to it is an old jewish cemetery. I get thoughtful. The show is sold out and the crowd is out of control. Roars, stagediving, moshpit and smiles. Nice. Oskari tries to turn all his clothes into Marlboro Classics by putting apack of cigarettes in with the laundry in the washing machine. The result is dubious.

12.03.04

Slow day spent on the streets of Åarhus together with Thomas tourmanager. I find a nasty black trenchcoat that I buy right away. It's awesome. Raldo finds a nice little guitarstore that says they can fix Stu's broken bass head. When we get it back it dies the second he plugs in. Parties on all three buses afterwards, great fun.

11.03.04

Copenhagen. Rock City? No. Good food? Yes. Aftershow party at the worst rockbar I have ever been to. A nightmarish cross between tyrolean afterski, postapocalyptic genesplicing and softrock. Tons of Jack Daniels regalia everywhere. A guy with a Joey Di Maio complex, dressed in leather strips and a skirt, eats his girl in front of Dave
Wyndorf. It looks like he wants Dave to join some kind of weird threesome. Dave does the right thing and ignores him.

10.03.04

Raldo and I stroll around in Vasastaden in the daytime, buying records and drinking coffee. Stockholm is bathed in sunshine and looks great. Robban Hellacopter invites us over for pre-show drinks. He and Kajsa has a beautiful flat close to where we play. He makes some mean caipirinhas and we have a good time with him, the rest of the Hellacopters plus Scott Morgan and some other friends who are in town. When we enter the stage the hall is a fridge, when we leave it is an oven. One of the best shows we have done on this tour. We go the O-bar afterwards, Boba Fett is playing records, and Sony is buying the drinks.

09.03.04

We have half a day to kill before we gotta go back on that damn boat. Poon and I put our day in the trembling hands of Oskari. He takes us to finnish sauna in Kallio, a working class neighborhood in Helsinki. It is beautiful. A big wood-fired oven and terraced seating. Plus old naked finnish men. The head saunaiste is an albino with a shaved
crotch and red nailpolish on his toes. He tells us that it can be up to 140 degrees in this sauna. I get my entire body scrubbed with eucalyptus soap by a 55 year old woman. She also washes my hear with a tar shampoo. Inbetween the turns in the sauna, we sit on a bench out in the street with towels around our waists. We leave feeling compeletely refreshed. I recommend this to everyone who visits Helsinki.
When we meet up to leave for the boat, the gearbox on the bus is fucked up. Driver Theo does some stunt mechanics as the clock ticks toward departure time. Theo saves the day when he fixes the stuff and we hit the harbor on time. I eat a terrible and expensive meal at the boat. Afterwards we check out the old finns dancing tango untill the
wee hours.

08.03.04

I had my honeymoon in Helsinki. That was slightly more romantic than this stay. People hit the city in the daytime, returning with records, shoes, clothes and pharmaceuticals. I meet Jarkko, Milla and other Flaming Sideburns/Bimboos people for a couple of beers at Bar
Loose before the show. Tavastia is packed and the night rocks. We play Tim Cronin's band Gallery of Mites in the backstage after the show and it is great. The night ends in the lobby of the Presidentii hotel where lamps are flying and tables smashed.

07.03.04

No show today as we have to travel to Finland by boat. Oskari the Finn is exited about hearing finnish language in the ferry terminal. He goes to the bathroom to relieve himself, listening to the suomi conversation outside the stall as he does his thing. He wipes and then accidentally drops the sheet of paper. With disbelief he watches the paper getting caught in a draft, sailing under the door out to where the finns are congregating. Finnish shouts of disbelief and discontent resonate between the tile walls as the people see the stained tissue on the floor, and icy stares nail our man Oskari down as he humbly exits from the toilet, picks up his "business card" and drops it in the can. We get hilarously drunk on the boat.

06.03.04

MM play in Oslo tonight. Lucky bastards. I miss home and everyone in the band still have their girls here. We are in Ørebro, it is saturday night and people are wasted. They are always wasted in Ørebro it seems. Poon and I eat scheisse-pizza before the show. We play at midnight. Have to take an elevator from the dressing room down to the stage and it reeks in there. Like the garbage room in
Star Wars. Peepshows come up after the show, and Adde cracks us up as always. Some a-hole kids have a noisy party in the hotel at night, Danny is inches away from punching a 19 year old girl when she is knocking on his door for the third time.

05.03.04

Monstermagnet calls Gothenburg the rock capital of the world tonight. I think they are pointing to the fact that Union Carbide Productions were from to this city. I back MM on this, Union Carbide was one of my biggest influences when I started playing in bands, and they still have a big place in my heart. Girlfriends/wives from Oslo come tovisit some of the gang today, nice touch. The lucky ones goes to a hotel across the street with their loved ones. They all return in the morning looking pretty refreshed. I am knocked out with a cold and go to bed in the bus right after the show. I wake up around 5 am, a drunk girl is knocking on our window and asks me where Bob from
Monstermagnet is. "He promised that we should party" I point out the general direction to Bob to her. I notice that the parking lot outside the club is almost compeletely covered in urine. Some of it has frozen. It is a full moon. Oskari, Johnny and I sit up till sunrise listening to Dr John, Gene Clarke and Bob Dylan's Desire album.

04.04.04

Malmö, Sweden. I talk to my wife on the phone today and it feels weird knowing that I am so close to home, but still so far away. We get some rooms in a very nice hotel, and it is great as some of us are feeling a little beat at this point. Raldo and I have Swedish husmanskost for lunch, meatballs and isterband sausage with mased potatoes and all. I get the feeling that our show is a little sloppy, but we pick up at the end. We have made a new ending for Reversed, and it turns out it is an excact replica of Monstermagnet's ending for the song "Right Stuff". Sorry about that, but hey Dave you told me that you wouldn't hesitate to steal any trick from anyone. As usual when we have hotel rooms I wake up at 06.30 and can't sleep anymore. I have a weird dream about german fans rubbing their hands in my face. Yikes!

03.03.04

We have decided to do our own shows on some of Monstermagnet's off-days. Today is the first one. In Kiel. Pretty slow day as everyone's recovering from yesterday's shenanigans. Come nighttime and over 500 kielers show up for the rock. They are mental from the first chord and it is messy fun until the finale. Thank you Kiel. We go to a spooky barcomplex in the city afterwards, Think like a cineplex, only there's not eight different movie theaters, but eight different bars. Everyone showing the same German B-movie. The first thing we see as we come into the place is some poor drunk kid being systematically beaten up by three beefy bouncers. I get depressed and can not shake that feeling for the rest of the night. Fucking scumbags.

02.03.04

Dortmund. First German show on this tour. I get a ride with Maria from SPV from Amsterdam to the club. We drive through the massive industrial complex that makes up the Ruhr. It is grey and rusty and more smokestacks than I have ever seen. Something tells me that this is the quintessential post-war Germany. Shows in this area are usually pretty rowdy, and tonight is no exception. We even do an encore. Our dressing room is crowded after the show, and we are all very happy.

01.03.04

I have never understood the hype of Amsterdam. To be honest I have bored myself to death there several times. Maybe it's because I have never been to fond of hash and stoned teenagers in designer running-shoes. Sure it's a pleasant place and all, but people seem so godamned reserved. My lack of enthusiasm might be rooted in the fact that we never have done especially good in this city. Tonight feels like a rerun, come to the Melkweg club, get some food and something to read in the shops around Leidseplein, play the show, get drunk afterwards and fall asleep. We meet our friends Mike and Tony Slug, and we also meet the guy with tha camper-van that has a painting of Cpt Poon on the side. We get the best reception in Amsterdam that we have ever had, but it's still pretty civilised. We'll come back, I know that, something's gotta give someday.

29.04.02

Big businessclass club in Brüssel. Lots of space everywhere, great catering, great hall, great big stage. We pull it off pretty good and groove to the boogie- and pubrock compilation that Nicke Andersson has made for Poon afterwards. Oskari visits the dark side of the city and comes back to us in shambles.

28.02.04

Back at Trabendo where Oskari once burnt a woolen sweater thatsomeone on that tour had with him. He said he needed a release after being daylight robbed at some strip club on Pigalle the day before. The venue is in the Villette park, a futuristic affair that looks interesting. Oskari and I go to an exhibition featuring spatialmusic. Far-out stuff. Inside a room there's a surround speaker systemwith eight speakers blaring out electronic noise. I lay down on a couch there, and after a while I feel pretty dizzy. Great show, we play with a lot of heart and not too much head. Lots of friendly people afterwards. We end up in a bar that's so crowded that you could get a handjob without anyone noticing it. Well, almost noone....

27.02.04

Off-day in Paris. Johnny and I go to the Orsay museum and see the vanGoghs. Four hour meal at Bofinger brasserie in the evening, oysters,foie gras, sauerkraut, veal, steak tartare, apple sorbets, crèmebrulee, calvados, vieille prune, coffees, hotel room, weird dreams.

26.02.04

Stuck for hours in a dressing room where they have turned the heatoff. We and The Quill get three baguettes and some ham that we have to share. Cramped stage. At dinner time some softspoken assholepromoter asks if he can show me the room where dinner is served. When he finds out I'm from Gluecifer he says quickly that there is no food for us. Oskari kicks a chair right across the hall, and promises that he will knock the guy out if we don't get fed. Monstermagnet finds out about the bullshit and takes us to the dinner table where we get what is left. We look like animals when we eat. After the show there's a farewell party for the house cook. Pretty ironic. We scrounge all the beer and pizza we can find and manage to get a little buzz going. Jim from MM decks a bristish drunkard with one punch. In the bathroom someone has taken a big crap and not flushed. Next time I'm in there someone has taken a dump on top of the whole mess. Nice one Northampton!

25.02.04

Wake up in Glasgow. Breakfast at an italian café. Very good. Everything is a rush at the club, no time for anything, no room for anything, we have to set up with Danny at the side of the stage and it looks stupid. We're pissed off and play an aggro and loud show. MM's tour manager buys us a case of beer and says he's sorry for the mess. Nice touch. Meet a couple of scottish friends afterwards and I'll be damned, there's even norwegians in the house. One of them is a Backstreet Girls fan from Åndalsnes. Danny and Johnny go to see David Lee Roth who also plays in Glasgow tonight. I think I saw Danny put on some rouge and wash his balls before he went. Monstermagnet's dressingroom looks like Sodom, Gomorra, Dresden anno 1945 and Detroit after their aftershow party. The nights ends with topnotch Indian takeout food and stained clothes.

24.04.04

After the noisy morning we eat a late great breakfast down the road from the hotel. We head for the venue, which is a beautiful old theatre called the Ambassador. Inside it is so cold that you can see your breath. I have Irish stew for dinner. The show is our best so far on this tour. Tim Cronin does lights for us, and it looks killer. Monstermagnet end their show with Dave W setting fire to a guitar and smashing it during Spine of God. Wagner!!! Afterparty with skanky girls after this show too. We get in the bus and head for Belfast where we will take a ferry over to Scotland. Our soundthech Johnny plays the new Black Debbath record for us. Very funny stuff. After that we watch a Slayer dvd and I fall asleep with Reign in Blood ringing in my ears.

23.04.04

Off day in Dublin, Oskari gets in the mood by starting the day at 08.30 with two pints of Guiness, "the black milk of Ireland" as he calls it. Nice stroll through the city at daytime, Irish drinking from late afternoon and into the small hours. I pick up a copy of "Electric Mud" by Muddy Waters. Some of us decide to get rooms at a hotel on Temple Bar. The hotel is a "boutique" affair, read: small rooms with weird furniture and designer wear for the staff. The rest heads back for a night on the bus, they are not a pretty sight after copious amounts of Guiness, Irish coffees, lager and vodka tonics. We eat some average food together with parts of Monstermagnet, and get to hear some war stories. I share a room with Raldo and construction work outside our window keeps us awake from 0730 in the morning. I wanna kill somebody, but have to settle for a discount on the room price.

22.02.04

British weather is merciless. The cold sucks all the heat out of your body. The hall in Manchester feels like big cold prison cell. We get an English buffet in our dresing room; four brown bananas, 25 small bags of crisps and two bags of mini candy bars. We eat breakfast in a museum café, shitty omelettes and good coffee. Monstermagnet plays an excellent show, the hall is packed, we are rewarded with strong drinks in MM's dressing room after the show.

21.02.04

The first thing that meets us as we get into the club in Nottingham is an overpowering smell of vomit. We head for the city pretty quick, Raldo buys a foot of records, I pick up two dvds, one with Peter Cook and Dudley Moore and Christopher Guest's "Best in Show" Rock City is an old school rock club with three separate rooms, one main hall where a rock disco takes over after the show, one punk room and one classic metal room. A great rowdy crowd and nice club staff makes for a good night. Afterwards there is a plethora of skanky girls backstage, some of them with very active jaws.

20.02.04

Last time we played Wolverhampton 15 people came to see us. At the end of the show we were down to 12. Tonight is better. We arrive after taking the ferry from Kristiansand to Newcastle. We get aboard the boat with intentions of taking it easy, early to bed with a book etc. We end up pretty drunk trying to fight the intense boredom you only can experience on these shitty boats. A bartender comes to our table with some orange peel he has cut out to look like a man. And yes, the stem of the orange is the orange-man-penis. He insists that we turn it around so we can see that the man has a sphincter too. The bartender comes to our table a couple of more times and everytime he "accidentally" touches Poon. Tender sailor-man.

The Wolverhampton crowd looks very nu-metal. They enjoy the rock though. I get my picture taken with a fifty-year old guy that sports a beautiful silver mullet. Our merchman Oskari almost sells a Gluecifer shirt to a blind man that wanted to buy a monstermagnet shirt. Raldo rants abour German prog-rock with Dave Wyndorf, and Phil Caivano tells us about his plan to make a record that sounds like Def Leppard's "Pyromania". Plenty of lukewarm beer keeps the night flowing.

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