What the fuck my article didn't come out today and I don't know what's up wid dat.
I asked the writer and he said that Nyt loved the article, so they must be holding it off until next week for some reason. But that doesn't help me. If the article came out today, then I would (I hoped) have a delightful boost in customers during my last week here. But now it's coming out next Friday, right before Flow Festival, which I will be attending. So I probably won't be busking that weekend anyway. And then I leave back to New York on the following Monday or Tuesday.
Or the article might not come out at all. Maybe they cut the story? Shit.
I'm not going busking today, for several reasons. 1) Because it's my mother's last day in Helsinki before she heads home to Los Angeles, so I'm going to spend time (i.e. drink & dine) with her. 2) The weather is nuts. Keeps switching on and off from sweaty, hot sunny to sweaty, hot rainy. Weird. 3) I just don't feel like it.
P.S. Madonna played in Helsinki last night (first time ever?) and the city was craaaaazy!
P.P.S. I forgot to mention in my last post that one of the dudes from Dead Combo walked by my busking spot and told me he likes typewriters. I like typewriters, too. What a co-ink-e-dink.
Showing posts with label Dead Combo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dead Combo. Show all posts
07 August 2009
02 August 2009
No Busking Because...
I haven't been busking the past two days, and for very good reasons. On Friday it was pissing rain, as I noted in my last post, so it wasn't worth trying. Saturday was a beautiful day for busking – warm, sunny, brilliant. But I didn't go. Why not?
Because I had the worst hangover I have had this summer to date. As I also mentioned, I went to see A Place To Bury Strangers play at Tavastia on Friday night. I was going to go to the Helsinki10 Concept Store for that pre-concert party, and I did walk by a few times, but I never once went in. At Tavastia, I said hello to Oliver from APTBS while Dead Combo was playing. Then, after APTBS had played, I sneaked backstage to say hello again.
Oliver, A Place To Bury Strangers at Tavastia
A few beers and a shot of whiskey later, we moved the party to Bar Loose, where there were more whiskey shots and beer. I got wasted, thanks to Oliver.
Oliver with a Finnish tranny
Because I had the worst hangover I have had this summer to date. As I also mentioned, I went to see A Place To Bury Strangers play at Tavastia on Friday night. I was going to go to the Helsinki10 Concept Store for that pre-concert party, and I did walk by a few times, but I never once went in. At Tavastia, I said hello to Oliver from APTBS while Dead Combo was playing. Then, after APTBS had played, I sneaked backstage to say hello again.
Oliver, A Place To Bury Strangers at TavastiaA few beers and a shot of whiskey later, we moved the party to Bar Loose, where there were more whiskey shots and beer. I got wasted, thanks to Oliver.
Oliver with a Finnish trannyThe next morning, I woke up still drunk and as the booze wore off, the hangover took over. I met my mother at her hotel and, while she used the last of her free internet there, I curled up on the floor of the hotel behind her. I was in bad shape. There was no way I could honestly put together intelligent pieces of writing; I could barely stand up. I spent all day sprawled out in my bed, while my mother took care of me. I'm sure she's very proud.
Today, I have to go busking at Ravintola Tori because I am being interviewed for an article in Nyt, the cool insert mag of the major Helsingin Sanomat newspaper. The writer will come to observe me busking and then interview me. Tomorrow, they'll send the photographers for my own personal busking photo shoot. Hahahahahahahahahahaha. I'll link to the article when it comes out, though it will be in Finnish, so good luck translating.
Today, I have to go busking at Ravintola Tori because I am being interviewed for an article in Nyt, the cool insert mag of the major Helsingin Sanomat newspaper. The writer will come to observe me busking and then interview me. Tomorrow, they'll send the photographers for my own personal busking photo shoot. Hahahahahahahahahahaha. I'll link to the article when it comes out, though it will be in Finnish, so good luck translating.
31 July 2009
Rain Crushing
I'm not going busking today because it's PISSING rain. This storm is nuts! It's raining like I haven't seen in a long time, with thunder that lasts a full 20 seconds and blindingly bright lightning. Cleansing the dirty streets of Helsinki...
Since I'm not busking, I don't have much to update on, though I did stop by and meet that dude who ordered the poem a few days back. He said he was at Crush Cocktail and Lounge Bar, across from Tavastia, where I'll be seeing A Place To Bury Strangers play tonight.
When I got there, he came out to meet me. "Man, I've been here since 10 a.m.," he said.
"Oh? Do you work here?" I asked.
"Well, I own the place."
"Oh, ok."
He tipped me for the poem and offered me a coffee/drink. I hung around for a bit. An older woman turned to me and said, "You must be a native English speaker. Are you?" to which I, of course, answered that I am. She read my poem and said that no Finnish person can write a poem in English like that unless they did really, really well in school. She and I started talking and she was pretty cool. Turns out she's an English teacher (and her accent indicates that she's originally from the UK). She's also the mother of the guy who ordered the poem from me...I think.
Robert, the dude who ordered the poem, said that I am welcome to come back for a drink at Crush anytime. Maybe I'll take him up on that offer.
It's my dad's last night in Finland, so I'm going to brave the rain and go meet him for a bit. Then I'm going to some event called "A Contract With The Devil," presented by Helsinki10 Concept Store and Anti Sweden. Jeans launch party/swaparoo? The after party is the concert at Tavastia, also featuring Dead Combo.
Christ. Going out in Helsinki is so damn expensive!
Since I'm not busking, I don't have much to update on, though I did stop by and meet that dude who ordered the poem a few days back. He said he was at Crush Cocktail and Lounge Bar, across from Tavastia, where I'll be seeing A Place To Bury Strangers play tonight.
When I got there, he came out to meet me. "Man, I've been here since 10 a.m.," he said.
"Oh? Do you work here?" I asked.
"Well, I own the place."
"Oh, ok."
He tipped me for the poem and offered me a coffee/drink. I hung around for a bit. An older woman turned to me and said, "You must be a native English speaker. Are you?" to which I, of course, answered that I am. She read my poem and said that no Finnish person can write a poem in English like that unless they did really, really well in school. She and I started talking and she was pretty cool. Turns out she's an English teacher (and her accent indicates that she's originally from the UK). She's also the mother of the guy who ordered the poem from me...I think.
Robert, the dude who ordered the poem, said that I am welcome to come back for a drink at Crush anytime. Maybe I'll take him up on that offer.
It's my dad's last night in Finland, so I'm going to brave the rain and go meet him for a bit. Then I'm going to some event called "A Contract With The Devil," presented by Helsinki10 Concept Store and Anti Sweden. Jeans launch party/swaparoo? The after party is the concert at Tavastia, also featuring Dead Combo.
Christ. Going out in Helsinki is so damn expensive!
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