The bookings hailed down over the band in the spring and Myran, our booker, pieced tightly to satisfy as many as possible.
When you go into a weekend with many performances in different places, experience tells us that it must be right in the opening. When it is so tight and so much, you need to nurture the start of the hurricane to make it to the end. This weekend’s publicity started 9 am on Saturday.
At 9 am on Saturday, I was surrounded by the crowd as emcee on Mekonomen US Car Day . Opened the hatch on the bus. A 25 pound weight fell two feet down on my foot.
– Well opsidaisy I mumbled with a smile that sat glued to three o’clock when the event was over and I got into the bus for myself.
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d around and finally got to yell “but-aaah-ooooh-uhhhh-åhhh- eeeej what uäähh- paiiin. Each step was pounding and foot had blown up the boot to a calzone.
The band jumped into the bus. Jacob Bylund had window table.
Laid me on the bed and wanted to faint. Myran pulled the boot and sock and screamed. I fell asleep while the bus rocked four hours to Alfta Rockabilly Summer Rock.
Then came the rain
The band carried the backline and I hobbled out to soundcheck in clogs.
Chiseled in me boots to show and pulsed up to the stage, smiled and slammed off riffs on autopilot.
Tried to move on stage. Felt like having a garage jack hanging on the end of the leg. Cold, little people. The fan heater broke down. Ake Tjernell in the middle of the night.
Home in bed four am at night.
Up eight Sunday morning.
New rigging in Härnösand. Inauguration of Swedens largest automobile museum with our band playing starting at noon and ceremonies.
Rain and icy but 500 hard core came in the cold.
Amazing audience that longed to see Calle Lundkvist great achievement, Härnösands Car Museum with 40 000 square feet show room and 150 cars.
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rr14Albin Åström, Älandsbro guested on stage with a Doug Seegers song. Great guitar player great rock voice.
Home stretch in 120 m/h. We have a job to do regardless of 38 F and murderous rain.
One and a half days nonstop are over.
Tog my sock off on Sunday night when the weekend dialed out 6 pm in my small Gussjö.
The swelling had gone down. Everything looked like an economic map of Asia with yellow patches of low inflation, the red areas with torrid rates, blue sea and black touches of exchange infarction.
The bus is dirty up to the windows, heat fan has died and the compressed air system to the brakes leaks. Then this rain
Towards Staffanstorp, Skåne, 600 miles south in five days.
