Saturday really kickstarted. Jyrki asked me if I wanted to come and meet Pipas and I went. I felt priviledged when I got to hang out which Lupe and Mark. And they were incredibly nice, too! We went to Solrosen for a late lunch, which could have been a dinner. Jörgen had joined us by then. Soon enough, after discussions about housing politics and public transport, everybody gave their perspective on recent indie music business developments. I was completely captured by all this knowledge and my few anecdotes felt rather pale.
Later, at Underjorden, I was surprised to see Hanna Fahl. I instantly recollected the lame answers we gave her on the Emmaboda festival. Somehow, I could still look her in the eyes and even talk to her.
I was kind of looking forward to seeing Sibiria, since I can’t really make up my mind about them. One thing was for sure though: the sound at Underjorden was terrible once again, and pretty much spoiled Sibiria for me. Plus, there were no lights, since they had stopped working. So, I still don't really know what to think.
Henrik Bromander read a short story, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I wish he chooses to publish it somehow, on the internet perhaps.
Pipas were really good and I felt sorry they had to play without monitors, since it must have been a pain to hear the backing tape. But they were professional enough to manage with the spartan backline.
Afterwards, Hanna, Renée, Jyrki, Jörgen and me tried to get into this strange, big party at Valands Konsthögsskola, but we failed miserably. I wasn't desperate to get in, but it wasn’t fun to stand there, so close to Avenyn, in a queue to a party. At one point, I said maybe Hanna could get us on some fast lane. Jörgen laughed and said that her Stockholm connections wouldn't get us far here. He then said “Maybe you can go, Mattias, tell them you sing in Cats on fire”. Straight to the indie corner with you, Jörgen!
written by Mattias