Cats on Fire End of the Year Lists

arschlockWhat stains did humanity leave behind on the big canvas of 2012? First up, Ville and his musica:

2012 music stuff top 12:

  • David Byrne – How music works (book)
  • Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti – Mature Themes (LP)
  • Swans – The Seer (LP)
  • Barry Andrewsin Disko – Kuka siellä? (LP)
  • John Maus – A Collection of Rarities and Unreleased Material (LP)
  • Molly Nilsson – History (LP)
  • New Tigers & Top Sound – Top Tigers Play New Sound (7”)
  • Grimes – Visions(LP)
  • Lau Nau – Valohiukkanen(LP)
  • Lightships – Every Blossom (Sonic Boom remix)(song)
  • Neil Young & Crazy Horse – Walk Like A Giant (song)
  • Musette – Little Elvis (song)

Then Mattias with his yearly provincial complaints.

Top Three Strange Places We’ve Visited This Year

 3. Sideria (any of ‘em), Oviedo, Spain
Oviedo has a proud cider tradition. In fact, they seem to be bursting with pride over their fermented apple juice. You can fool me with just about any local curiosity, so I was excited when I heard about it. But during the night, the excitement turned into frustration. It may have been the fact that the monitoring system at the concert didn’t do its job, but when we left the venue, I was cursing the cider and the pompous little men serving it. Because that’s the thing, it can only be drunk after it has been served by a waiter. And it’s not just that. The waiter pours it from a height, which isn’t wrong in itself, of course, but he does it in an ceremonial manner, which started to annoy me after the third serving. You only got half a deciliter or so each serving, which then had to be drunk in one go. That’s not wrong in itself either, but coupled with the fact that it couldn’t be bought from the store and the argument that it somehow loses its potency when it’s transported over the mountains to Madrid or anywhere, it’s clear that this is one juicy gimmick that needs to go. Free the Oviedo apples!


2. Lynch’s Irish Pub, Jülich, Germany
This is not a strange place in itself. Everybody knows that there are Irish pubs all over the world and the one in the small town of Jülich in Westfalen is indeed what could be called a standard Irish pub. Still, it was a strange place for us, being who we were and doing what we were doing. We went there and played a semi-acoustic set in front of a Monday crowd made up mostly by my sister’s colleagues. And yes, there was one drunken Arschloch, who wanted to play a song in the middle of our set. “Open mic night’s on Thursday so piss off mate.” I would have said that, but thought about the grammar until the situation was already overblown. But I digress. My sister was working at the uni research facilities in Jülich and helped us set up the gig. We wanted to play there because we had a day off from the ordinary tour program. I must say I’m delighted to have come up with the idea, since everybody involved benefited from it. The decidedly Irish-sounding bar owner sold a lot of unexpected Monday beer. We got some money – some from the hat that was passed around and some that wasn’t agreed on before, from the bar owner (who also urged the crowd to give some petrol money to the poor lads who had to play there – this is what they live off, so give generously. Cheers, mate, why don’t you go clean the stalls, someone has been krank all over the floor.) Anyway, I got to visit my sister. Her colleagues got some Monday entertainment. My sister may have lost out though – she had to put up with accommodating five people in the living room. We payed her with generous quantities of left-over backstage beer, which we had transported around Germany. We had this idea – 1. Take all alcohol from backstage, it’s ours! 2. Put it in the car and drive. 3. ??? 4. Profit!. In Jülich, we abandoned this plan.


1. An 18th century house in a village near Manresa, Spain.
This was the first of the two rather chilly Catalunyan houses we slept in during our last visit to Spain. You couldn’t really decide if it was the work of a genius or of a madman. It was completely reinvented and renovated, with ultra-modern, cleverly utilized furnishing details. The owner was very kind and obviously a young, creative mastermind. I thought his spartan approach to the Toilet was a bit over-the-top, though – it had no door. You just sat there, out in the open. Jesus, I think one lock is essentially one too few. Kenneth was too friendly with the three-legged dog in the house (yes, it had one of those as well), resulting in a half-hour long attempt at copulation. From the dog, I mean.


This is an extended version of what was originally posted on the Soliti webpage.

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