![]() Oh, and the vocalist is my big hairy brother, aka the apple of my eye.We got picked up at our hotel and the ride and driver was very pleasant. Fredrik replaced him, and he is truly an awesome drummer. Unfortunately he ended up doing drugs very eraly on, something for which the band has no tolerance. And no, the Reik Felag would NOT have participated in any way if there was anything right wing about the band (and I would not have attended the gigs). The band also makes no bones about the fact that they do not want to be associated with Nazis. The heavy metal fans simply do not mix with right wingers. Some poor dude went on there and tried it once, and ran head first inte ME.uh-oh, I had an awful lot of fun ripping him apart, which went so waaaay over his head that he made himself look like an idiot, and then he never came back. They like to try every so often to use the band's internet forum to recruit, only to never return again, once they've been told to f-off and then promptly been completely ignored. The band's relationship with right wing extremists is the extremists would get their heads bashed in if they tried to go to a gig. After four hours of sleep, over 2000 audience members entertained and litterally 100's of autographs signed, my baby brother got tucked in on the bus by his big sis, who then drove her husband home and crashed into bed at about 5 AM, too high on adrenaline to sleep for hours! Awesome weekend!! ![]() I made pancake breakfast for them all, then we dropped the kids with the babysitter, drove my bro down to Seattle, where he played for yet another sold out house, and I got to watch again, with my best friends who live down south. My kids, who didn't know Uncle Johan was here, woke up about as thrilled as they are on Christmas morning at "finding" him there. Not sure if I was more proud of my brother or my Vikings just then! Then I got to scoop my brother back home to my house while the rest of the band slept in the tour bus. By the time Saturday started, he'd just got off the stage here in Vancouver, where he and his band had recieved gold DVD's for the Canadian sales of their video DVD (Wrath of the Northmen) from the hands of some of my Viking recreation friends (The Reik Felag). My brother's band is on tour here in North America - luckily for me, since that gives me a chance to see him once a year or so. ![]() On to my dad's place, rousing him & extra mum (who wondered at first if I had been kicked out of my house in a marital spat), and sleeping very soundly in the big guest room.Īll in all an excellent Saturday. Swiftly home, to discover that the ground-floor lock that hasn't worked for eight years had suddenly begun to do so, and that we were locked out of the house. Here we enjoyed various musical and burlesque entertainments (including the fabulous Scotty the Blue Bunny, the delectable Paula the Swedish Housewife and the gleefully transgressive Empress Stah), stared in fascination at beautifully (and rather scantily) clad people, received not inconsiderable admiration ourselves, and shook our beauté to good music into the small hours. In the evening, I dressed in imitation of the sleeve of Kraftwerk's immortal 1978 album The Man-Machine, borrowed some lipstick and went with my stunning wife to the Hootchy Kootchy Club (of which I told you back in February, Dear Reader). The afternoon was spent in the company of our Rundkvist ladies at Swedish Grandma's making Xmas ornaments, while I cleaned out the hard drive of her old computer and napped. I bought mince pies, breakfast-inna-can and Ty.phoo tea. sunkhak) full of grizzled heavy dudes drinking daytime lager, and then went to the English Shop, a bona fide immigrant store full of British foodstuffs & books, complete with a notice board advertising English-speaking party clowns and an on-line forum for expat mothers. We had lunch at a Dovas, an excellent greasy spoon (Sw. Individually, though, Green Dad was the best player. We won! Not very surprising, given that our team was the only one with two dads. Then we entered a blacklit dry-ice-smoking dark labyrinth and spent 20 adrenaline-soaked minutes happily sniping at teams Red, Yellow and Green. Teams Red and Yellow each consisted of five ten-year-olds, and Team Green was a dad and his daughter. Here we paid SEK 60 ($11) per head and donned vests with laser sensors and attached laser guns, forming Team Blue. and went to Cybertown, a laser-game place in central Stockholm. Yesterday myself & Junior met up with Paddy K.
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