The Kaisaniemi weekend-report part 2: Biblical Rain and No Free Sausages

The Date: 4.6.2005

The Place: Hämeenlinna, Kesäloma Express

The Album: Signs of Life

When we arrived to Hämeenlinna,it really was pouring cats and dogs. The stage was flooding and there was a guy who tried to sweep the water off, but with limited success. Jaakko was tuning his guitar and connecting the wires and everything like that. Then we just started singing Frere Jaques to him, with some modified lyrics. In finnish version Jaques is Jaakko and then we just replaced the bells with guitar =) We were having difficulties in singing, because we were laughing so hard at the same time!

At first I was in the first row with Anya and LDG, but after my umbrella almost decapitated LDG (sorry about that!) several times, I decided that it was safer to everyone if I was on the second row =)
Other than that, the rain really didn't bother me that much. I kind of like that there were only the people that really really wanted to be there, to listen the music and see the band. That was really the fan-gig, all the way through and probably the best gig so far, to me at least. This time ( as well as earlier today) I didn't photographed at all and I was happy about that. This time I was able to enjoy the gig fully and so I did. I laughed, sang, danced, jumped, clapped and waved my hands, and generally went mad (and was covered in mud from the waist down, it was like in Woodstock there!)

The feeling was just right, the audience wild and the band absolutely fabulous. Mark jumped and climbed and slided and splashed, he had the time of his life on that wet stage!I was a little afraid that he would hurt himself, and he did actually tumble to his knees but was up in a sec, like nothing had happened. The rain finally stopped a few songs before the gig did and I closed my umbrella and moved to the first row. Somewhere along the gig Jaakko whispered something to Mark, but when he was about to told us what it was, Jaakko told him not to. We demanded to know what it was, but they didn't tell us!

After the gig we started to wonder, if there still were those promised free sausages left, but one of the arrangers told that there weren't. We started to complain and told that we had came all this way from Helsinki, Tampere, Germany and God-knows-where-else just because of the free sausages!

The fireworks was just a perfect way to end the show. All the way home I smiled and grinned, so that my face hurt .PotF has really managed to spread out positivity and good spirit and now we are spreading it too, I just can't stop smiling.

One last thought: in the last report I told that being on the PotF gig is a way for me to grasp the moment. But it is also a way out of this dreary reality, a way to celebrate, to separate the workdays and the weekend. Other people might take alcohol or drugs to achieve the same effect,
I just take PotF.