First I have to give my view on the Moneybrother concert in Jakobstad on Wednesday. In my opinion, it was fantastic.
I went with three people from Vbl, but I didn't write anything. When we arrived, there was a 100 metre long queue up front. Patrik and Patricia went right in, but I had to queue, so I did. I took just about five minutes, and I was amazed at how many people had actually showed up. Almost everyone from the age of 16 to 23 in Vasa seemed to be there, and there was of course a lot of people from Jakobstad there too. 650 people, that's a lot on a Wednesday, in a small town!
And the concert itself, well, I immediately felt that this was going to be some sort of a classic. I fell for him completely this time, not partially as I did in Provinssi. It was just too beautiful to slag off or ignore. But then, why would you in the first place. The group sang and played so well that I could not believe my ears.
The whole event, I have to say, renewed my faith in something. There seemed to be so many decent people there. The speaker said beforehand that “how nice it is to see so many beatiful, TRENDY people here“ and we cringed, because it was a terrible thing to say. But she was wrong, because the people who were there were just young fans of music, not some simple followers of fashion who've heard that Moneybrother is a trendy thing to listen to. Because, come on, he is not. He was just the one good gig in Ostrobothnia this summer and everyone knew that this is the only chance to hear something good. And God, was he good.
In other news, I'm reporting from SÖU-Rock in Molpe this weekend. I expected this was going to be quite fun, not because of the music, but because of the company I was in. And after the first day I can conclude I was right. We observed, wrote our text, sent them in and then just sat and talked. We were very light on the cynicisms, although there was a chance to express one in everyone corner. I have to admit it was kind of irritating that we had to wait for a group of anti-authoritative reggae has-beens, Dreadline, just because the Deep Purple and Rolling Stones cover bands played like, duh, forever. Frippe Wenelius, may the customs never take you!
written by Mattias