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hahaha 90 tal!

Nitad är fan asbra. :-$ de fick mig att börja lyssna på Ebba Grön igen.

aha ok
ballt ändå

nu drar jag till hultan, yo

nä, inte vart inne och läst nitads bloggar, va inne och kolla nu, tänkte om det va nån ny blogg om nån ny edvinfestival

HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! :D

Saturday, July 29, 2006


11th gig, Edvinfestivalen, In the middle of fucking nowhere

If I had known what a fucking helltrip this would turn out to be, I seriously would have stayed at home. No, it's not me beeing old, it was fucking hell.

After a shitload of trouble we finally got in the car and headed out for this festival outside Västerås, and we had no idea what to expect, besides that fact that we wouldn't get paid. Nada. Jack shit. And I got the honours to drive. Hell fucking yeah. Another sober gig. Benke shouted all the way from Stockholm "Turn back the car! We can say that you're ill or that you've been in a megafight with your girlfriend. TURN BACK THE CAR!" Haha. I wish I've done it. So, we got there and it turned out to be a festival for like 16 year olds and retards. A fucking bee-swarm of kids in the middle of nowhere, drunk as hell, dancing to Queen and Scatman John. And there was a stage of course, filled with kids that wanted to participate with the "band" that was on stage. The PA system was burning and "the soundengineer" didn't know a shit about PA systems. Well, I guess I could have coped with it if I was NITAD out of my brains. But i wasn't. I was a 32 year old sad motherfucker in the middle of fucking nowhere with a bunch of morons with zero interest for music. Would have been heaven if I'd been half my age though. Benke was still yacking about us going home, but I reckoned that we could at least do our set, since we we're there... Modde was as usual positive about everything, but he'd be smiling if he'd stepped on a fucking landmine. "Hey, now I only have to buy one shoe instead of a pair" Haha. Viktor was mumbling and watching the kids with discontent. We finally got to hit the stage and by this time Benke was so wasted that he was drooling and saying "I can't play. I don't remember the songs" and so on... Well, all cred to him that he actually did the only sane thing to do at this location. But I was kinda pissed at that time, so I wanted to kick him in the balls. Haha. We did our gig and we we're pretty good, in spite of everything. Like 20 people checked out the show and they seemed to like it... Modde stayed behind, hanging out with his Örebro friends and we hit the pedal to metal right home, cursing the whole experience. Haha. Well, I guess it's how things turn out sometimes...
Fitta - fat - handgranat.

Benjamin/NITAD