Listening to the first Drugstore album on the way. Almost forgot how good it is. And Dortmund lost. 1:2 against Hoffenheim. Homegame. Embarrassing. To say the least. Don't know if it was comforting enough to have Mäkkelä playing that evening for the football crazy people in that town but they seemed to like it anyway. Wasn't too bad for a first tour gig I'd say. Particularly as this one was the first one solo after mostly playing in duo lineup with Isi on double bass. Didn't stay for the party later on even though Martini the promoter did a fantastic DJ job. The jellyfish keeper wasn't home so I was allowed to stay at her flat. Almost like home. Missed the videos of the baby jellyfish though. Wise decision to skip the party as the drive to Lübeck the following day turned out to be exhausting enough without a hangover.
19/05/13
No bigger incidents in Lübeck. Listened to Turner Cody on the way there. Had a nice chat with Bobo, a small beer (well that's remarkable) and had a good night's sleep at one of the friendliest hostels for touring musicians, the Rucksack Hotel.
20/03/13
Leaving Lübeck early morning with Martin Newell's "Greatest Living Englishman" album guiding me along Denmark's Syd Motorvej. In case you start a psychedelic rock band and need a name this might be an appropriate one.
First really interesting moment was crossing Oresund bridge first time ever. Well, it's a bridge. Ok - it's a very big bridge. They charge you at the end of it something like 325 Danish crowns or the equivalent in Swedish crowns. I should have checked the content of my litztle beg with foreign currency. They do not accept Czech crowns. They made that very clear. Driving through Sweden is in fact quite nice. You are not allowed to go faster then 110 k most of the time so there is a lot of time to watch the landscape. But be cautious with their service stations. Stopped somewhere to get me a cuppa and couldn't get out. The waitress was sorry but slightly overchallenged with the technical
details of the situation. Had to wait for the next customer to join us staring through the door into the Swedish rain.
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| No... it was the left one |
Good eight hours after leaving Lübeck/Germany I wound up in something pretty close to a kennel on a quiet little campsite near Gränna on the shore of lake Vättern. Lots of time here for running through some of the songs to be recorded next weekend, watch the varying qualities of Swedish rainfall and read James Ellroy. An excellent tour read by the way.
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| A close to perfect survival kit for Swedish campsites |
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