grøn koncert 2003

the suede diaries or katja's speeding

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As I’m writing this the adventure is trully drawing to a close. Monica flew home last night and that without a farewell drink. And Yuki is packing. Her flight leaves in 3 hours.

The wild ones is playing on the stereo and breakfast is being consumed in almost total silence. To really set the mood for today the sky is grey and the rain is falling.

11 days ago our little suede adventure started. The skoda Katja and flash_girl had rented looked extremly small for the four of us let alone, when our quintet would be completed with Monica’s arrival for the concert in blokhus.

Day 1… or picnic by the sea

We left Copenhagen a little after one o’clock and I have to admit that I wasn’t convinced we’d make it for the concert at six.
We’d all met at the two concerts in Århus back in April. I’d been out a couple of times with flash_girl and Katja, and emailed with Yuki but these were still strangers to me.
Our first stop of the trip was on the motorway not quite a picnic area but let’s pretend it was…
One large can of beer for flash_girl and a 7up mixer for my whisky a couple of cigarettes smoked and we were on our way again.
The journey went a lot quicker than I expected and that’s even with the couple of times Katja was under the speed limit. We checked into the hostel and after a quick shine up and my camera bag packed, we jumped into a taxi.
The Green Concerts are billed as a travelling one day festival and you can be sure that’s how they were sold to our favourite band. I’d only ever been to one in Copenhagen a few years back and though the music was crap the alkiehol flowed freely and the atmos was top notch.
Esbjerg however was another kettle of fish altogether. Don’t believe any review you read that says the smell of said fish wasn’t hanging over the town that day… it was and I have the nasal trauma to prove it. Luckily the concert was placed up wind.
The enclosed area we entered is a postage stamp compared to Århus and Copenhagen. Even so there doesn’t seem to be many people there, you can see the wood for the trees and between said trees the teddy bears are having a picnic.
For me the true measure of Esbjerg’s indifference is the other photographers. There’s four of them and they are all running around with compact digitals, proud bearers of the press pass whilst I’m lugging 25 kilos of slr’s and assorted accessories.
We meet Thomas and Martin and Tauriel in front of the stage. They’ve been here a while and have secured their place at the front by enduring Junior Senior and Lars H.U.G.. I go into the vip area and do a quick meet and greet with the pr company doing the press liason. Then it’s back outside to the others to finish my smuggled in whisky and a good old fashioned chat. Around five thirty I enter the pit in front of the stage, talk with a few of the faces I recognise in the audience and wait.
Driving, drinking, walking and waiting is gonna be a major part of the next few days. And despite the terrible audience in Esbjerg and my total disregard for photo technique the concert is great!
Afterwards we hang around waiting to see if the band appear. Lo and behold there they are walking through the vip area – I’m up and running, circling to get in front of them. As I pass Brett heading for Alex I hear someone say hello and I turn my head to find out I’ve just snubbed Brett! DOH DOH DOH!
All my attempts to get Alex to have a drink fail… this is an unfortunate turn of events. He tells me their plans for the night and that they are flying back to England between the two weekends. Hmm there goes my chance at dong some offstage photos.
Anyhoo it’s back to the hostel for me and Yuki, I’m dying to get a look at what turn out to be some bad pictures. Katja and flash_girl go looking for ”food” their codename for the nearest and cheapest bar. It’s four in the morning and I’m awake – I won’t tell you which 2 of the girls is snoring but I will tell you they take turns before doing a roof raising duet. So the pictures you see from Esbjerg were done whilst I should have been sleeping. Oh did I mention that whisky is a good substitute for sleep… Nothing like being bright and perky whilst your companions look like George A. Romero is missing a few characters.

Day 2. or when the rain fails to fall…

The journey to Odense was uneventful. We watched the clouds, wondering if they’d beat us there and if they were ready to dump their load during she’s in fashion. We stopped about a half hour outside of Odense at a service station and stretched our legs and emptied various things that need emptying. My whisky supply is severely depleted and flash_girl keeps trying to point out that it won’t last the weekend. Our antique ghetto blaster is entertaining the other motorists with suede’s 1995 performance at the Roskilde festival. There is a weak attempt at dancing and plenty of off key singing. Then the sardines pry themselves back in the tincan and we’re off again.

Our sense of excitement builds the closer we get and after a few minor navigational corrections we find the hostel. Checked in, make up touched up – erm theirs not mine – we’re off to eat some lunch. The only redeeming quality this eatery has is suede on the juke box… oh and guinness on draught so i guess that’s 2 things but apart from that it sucks. The food arrives over a period of 20 minutes and I’m betting it was cold before it hit the plate. After much moaning we consume the offal and get on our way to the concert.

At this point I’m going to forgive Esbjerg, the town may smell and the inhabitants may be inbred moronic cod spawn but at least they provided buses to the concert. Odense on the other hand doesn’t seem to know what a bus is. We pass 1 bus stop outside of the hostel and though it has a detailed timetable, it lacks any information as to where the bus is coming from, going to or where it even stops.
Getting a taxi is no mean feat either when you are five people. When we finally catch a drivers eye he points out there are 5 of us and he can only take 4 - we try to suggest to him that we could split into 2 groups. This only confuses the man who points out there are 5 of us. After much sign language and no progress I consider the damage steel toed doc martens do to headlamps. Finally the man’s brain kicks in, he whisks Katja and flash_girl off – it has to be the wrong direction...
So that leaves yours truly , Yuki and tauriel waiting for a taxi. And we waited forever. Twice verbally abused by passing road users. One on a bicycle who declined to stop when I suggested he came back and repeat himself. And then a car full of a fairly typical species of young male dane known as intelectus interruptus. Okie so I don’t speak latin – blame it on Margeret Thatcher, if any of you remember who she was...
The three of us finally get to the concert pay the driver and go through the ritual of showing our tickets / passes and are inside. Only for Tauriel to discover she’s lost her new T-shirt...
Once again we sit through – Junior Senior and their spectacular stage entrance – backing girls chanting ”go junior – go senior – go junior – go senior”
Not for the first time my voice was heard faintly ”yeah go junior go senior get ta fuck ya talentless...”
After them we get angry man Lars H.U.G and his amazing backing band. I made the mistake of looking toward the stage during a particularly mind numbing guitar solo and realised why firearms are outlawed. Then joy of joys – it’s time. I take my place in the pit cameras loaded and ready and we wait.

Did I mention the theme of the day before. Waiting waiting – walking walking walking – waiting walking drinking waiting SUEDE walking walking walking waiting waiting waiting…

I turn my back to the stage to get a look at the crowd. As to be expected it’s larger than the day before. As I turn around again the band take the stage. Undaunted by the previous days lack lustre crowd they perform with the same energy and enjoyment as if Esbjerg had never happened.

After the concert we are all satisfied and amazed by the brilliant performance. It had been amazing to watch the desperation to touch Brett when he jumped off the stage and approached the barrier. Even more amazing was feeling myself been caught up and almost not taking pictures because HE was so close. Thankfully I remained calm and collected and even managed to get a couple of shots that weren’t out of focus.

We return to the hostel, Katja, Tauriel and flash_girl went off to find ”food”. Yuki and I stayed behind and looked through the pictures I’d got and ofcourse there was whisky for dinner accompanied by Pica Peanuts a lovely little japanese nibble.

Day 3... or the big bad world is calling

Again I hadn’t slept much and the whisky supply was looking rather sad. The girls got up and we set off for Århus. Maybe it was just me but the atmosphere in the car was rather low. I was looking forward to getting back to Copenhagen that night and seeing my 9 month old son and girlfriend but it still felt like something was ending.
We got to Århus around 1 o’ clock and after checking the others into the hostel we split into 2 groups. Yuki and I went to the train station to get a taxi and the others went off for more ”food”. The buses to the concert in Århus ran about every 5 minutes but they were packed before they got to the station. Taxi’s were likewise thin on the ground and we waited for about 20 minutes, when Dan phoned.
Fresh back from London he was just pulling into the station in Århus and ready to swoon ( as he is wont to do ) at the sight of alex, oh and the others ofcourse.
When Dan came out and met us the buses were suddenly looking less packed and no taxi had shown itself. So we jumped on the bus and endured the 15 minute sauna to the concert.
Inside the concert ground we’re heading for the vip area and I spot someone I recognise. Well I recognise the back of their head and carry on not sure if it’s someone I want to talk with… Dan comes running over to me pointing wildly and as he says ”Simon” I see who it is.
We go over and say hi as cooly as we can. Yuki gets her picture taken with Simon and I grill him about their plans for that evening.
Simon says ( hehe ) ”We’re going out to a restaurant.”
I suggest that drinking would be a much better use of their time and Simon looks like he could be swayed. After asking if they were staying at the same hotel as last time and if the bar next door wouldn’t be a good place to partake – Simon is looking swayed. He and Kimble beg farewell and it looks like an evening of fun is in store.
The others arrive, disappointed that drinking got in the way of meeting Simon and more drink was then consumed. As the day wore on the sun got higher and hotter and I got gloomier. This was a foretaste of what the following Sunday was going to be like. An ending of sorts but at least through the gloom I had four more concerts to look forward to. I got the fewest pictures of the whole tour this day. My heart wasn't in it and even though they played well it seemed like the band were feeling the same.
After the concert we trekked through the shrubland and woods next to the concert looking for Martin’s car. We’d said our goodbyes to Katja, Tauriel and flash_girl. Dan, Yuki, Thomas, Martin and I were going to look for the boys and see if drinking was in our futures. By a sad twist of fate we didn’t find them… Dan and I took the train and normality began to press upon us.

Day 4... or Denmark is our playground.

I got up at 7 and checked for the hundredth time that everything was packed and ready. I wasn’t going to play it safe this time and have clothing to suit all possibilities. It was shorts, underwear and 2 t-shirts. I’d added my Hasselblad to the camera bag in anticipation of being on stage on Saturday.
The only problem I had now was lack of money. My girlfriend had lent me 1000dkr for the train whisky and to tide me over til the money for the photos I’d sold went into the bank.
The journey was tedious, yet with every station that flitted by I felt myself gearing up for a party of unknown proportions.
I pulled into Århus at 1 o’ clock and there on the platform was, Katja, flash_girl, Yuki and Monica. Now I’d never met Monica before, not even on any of the suede forums. It has to be said that Monica at first sight is pretty intimidating even for an old whisky swigging retired punk rocker like myself. Shit Monica would scare the angels off their clouds. Anyways I politely shook her hand and said hello.
We walked through the station and when someone asked how the journey had been I replied ”whisky” and just to show Århus I was still alive I burst into a pretty tone deaf rendition of somewhere over the rainbow . Flash_girl pointed out to Monica that this was normal behaviour for me and not to take any notice.
Funnily enough less than an hour later in the car Monica was accompanying me albeit to a completely different melody but in a few short minutes I’d made a new friend, formed a duo and gained a drinking buddy.
We sang our way through the middle of Jutland to the north and right to the door of the hostel. Oh I forgot to mention we drank quite a bit as well. Thankfully I’d bought 2 bottles that morning.
In the vip area once again. We had to be the loudest ”vips” there but dammit if we weren’t enjoying ourselves. Simon came out and said hi then he asked if I wanted to do an interview. Fair enough a few nice quotes to go with the pictures wouldn’t go amiss. Monica and I stood talking whilst Simon was off doing another interview. Suddenly he was back, a microphone in his hand and a cameraman by his side...
S: ”Hi what’s your names and where are you from?”
M: ”Monica from Holland.”
B: ”Bash. Scotland”
S: ”Have you been to all of the concerts so far?”
M: ”No this is my first one.”
B: ”Oh yes indeedy.”
S: ”Have you liked them so far?”
B: ”No!”

Simon looked a bit flustered by this…

B: ”Oh alright… it’s been great.”
S: ”Apart from Esbjerg.”
B: ”No no. Esbjerg was great it was just the audience that was crap.” At this point I think the 3 of us lost track of what we were doing and we had a nice little chat. Simon asked why we hadn’t been at the bar in Århus the previous Sunday. They had all been there and no one had turned up!! DOH!
The concert was brilliant. Everything about it was the complete opposite of Århus, bearing in mind that hadn’t been a bad show. The crowd was a lot smaller but there was an amazing atmosphere.
We left after not speaking to the band but waving to them over the fence to the backstage area. We headed back to the hostel and grabbed some food on the way. At the hostel we filled up a picnic table with alkiehol and mixers. And we sang far into the night. Until that is some grumpy pensioner asked us to be quiet. Katja, flash_girl and Monica headed off to the cemetary to continue their quaffing. Yuki and I somewhat enebriated retired.

Day 5… or have you ever been this low.

Once again I was the first up at around 5.30. I had a shower then went outside to smoke a cigarette and load the previous days pictures into my laptop. At 7 Yuki came out and we talked a little. Considering she knows very little english and I know even less japanese we talked a lot and understood most of what the other was saying. We had to be out of the hostel by 10 and by 9 o’ clock everyone but Monica was up and readying for departure. Monica looked decidedly hungover.
Before getting in the car a plastic bag was produced for Monica. She looked very pale and refused every offer of a hair of the dog. So it was again up to me to lead the way and after purchasing another bottle, 11am confirmed the others suspicions that I have a drinking problem. Tis true I do – damn stuff costs too much. After a little rant about the price of a bad bottle of whisky we were back on the motorway heading back toward Århus.
We stopped for breakfast around lunchtime. Monica was a lot perkier by then and was almost ready to consider drinking again. Yuki and I sat eating our food laughing whilst the other 3 took 15 minutes just to identify the choices on offer. Refried deep fried egg, cremated bacon, runny lettuce, fake caviar and slabs of frozen cucumber you could spear a woolly mammoth with.
Breakfast consumed none of us felt any better. A stomach pump was called for but whisky would have to suffice.
The real fun started when we arrived in Vejle and had to find the hostel. It was rather well hidden, as were the signs to show the way, behind a small forest.
We couldn’t check in as we were too early and received complicated instructions on how to retrieve a key later on. Wasting no time we tanked up on drink and called a taxi to come get us.
Now one of the problems with the green concert planning was the misprint of the dates for each concert. Another was placing the entrance as far away from the road as possible. And the third was naming each day after the town it was in. It had all gone smoothly until the previous day, when Blokhus had actually turned out to be in a town called Hune. And today Børkop turns out to be about 6 kilometers from the town of Børkop. To get to the concert you pass a sign which says Børkop 6, which is all well and good except that the sign is pointing in the wrong direction for the concert. Thankfully our taxi driver knows what he is doing, even if he is playing rammstein on the stereo...
Yet again we are searched at the entrance. Today I seem to have forgotten what I am doing. I let the man search my camera bag certain he won’t find the illicit hooch I’ve stashed there. And I was right, cause the illicit hooch was in plain sight in the bottle in my hand. The man doesn’t notice this and let’s me in.
We sit through the torture that is danish ”music” and lo and behold there’s Kimble. A swiftly offered pint is accepted and Kimble keeps us entertained with stories of insulting the danish band TV2. We have a good laugh before he heads off backstage. Someone spots Simon and off I go to corner him. As I arrive he finishes signing autographs and is about to leave.
”SIMON!”
”Oh hi, I need to redo the interview with you and Monica again, the mic was fucked.”
”Ok when?”
”Tomorrow or Copenhagen.”
”Hey Simon anything happening Sunday night?”
” CENSORED ”
”Cool who do I have to sleep with to get an invite”
”Not me!”

Exit Simon. Fearing I have now alienated 2 band members with my sexual advances I rejoin the others. We have a good laugh about it and for Monica’s sake I run through the Alex and the rose story. And dear reader if you don’t know it then you should spend more time on the forums!!

Yet again suede deliver a great show. Brett really is enjoying himself up there. And we are most definitely enjoy ourselves down here.
Afterwards we know the band aren’t hanging around as they are off to Copenhagen so we head off ourselves. Yuki and I once again go back to the hostel whilst the others go into town for some ”food”. The others return fairly early and the day ends almost as it began. Flash_girl isn’t feeling to good and it has nothing to do with drink…

Day 6…or is your head switched on?

Today is our last day in a hostel and in the car. Flashie is still feeling a bit under the weather. Monica and I manage to keep her conscious with our repetoire of offkey show tunes.
We pass Odense again.
The drive to Næstved is short and uneventful. The mood of the previous Sunday is returning. For a couple of months we’d been counting down to these shows and now we are counting down to tomorrows finale. At the concert there is a light drizzle just to reinforce our mood. Once I get into the vip area I’m a coiled spring. Today I’m going to be on stage taking pictures. I check and re-check my equipment. Clean the lenses, check the films – do constant light meterings.
6 o’ clock comes round.
I’m at the front of the stage totally worked up. I look at all of the gear on stage and worry about knocking into something and ruining the show. The band come out and as per usual I’ve got 3 numbers to try and capture the atmosphere. Richard is really throwing himself into the performance and I stick with him for a bit, letting myself get caught up and dragged along. The security guys make a mistake and throw the photographers out between the second and third number. I don’t protest and run round to the backstage entrance and wait for my escort. The third number finishes and I start to worry – what if they’ve forgotten – what if I’m in the wrong place. I can see the steps at the back of the stage from where I am. I consider vaulting the low fence and making a rush for the stage. I think about going back round front just in case I am in the wrong place. I take a deep breath. And another. I light a cigarette and as I stub it out Charlie as calm as you like comes out and shakes my hand.
After a short discussion with the security guy who refuses to speak english and who would have done well in the gestapo, we are in. Charlie walks me up some steps past a sign that says artists only. I make a remark that I don’t see how the hell some of the bands are allowed up there if it’s for artists.
We pass behind the back cloth, through it I can see the band performing – the audience beyond them a human poppy field. Charlie stops diagonally behind Alex and points out the area I can use and asks me to keep an eye on the guitar changes so I don’t get in the way.
I pull out my Hasselblad ( a rather vintage medium format camera ) and take a few quick shots before returning to swap to the digital camera. I take a pause and look at the scene before me and I’m sorry to say the magic dies.
I’m close enough to touch Alex.
I could run out on stage and grab Brett’s bum as flashie had dared me to do. The sound up here is terrible. It’s smothering me and I’m finding it hard to get into the songs.
I know these songs, I know where each person is on stage, I know what shots I want.
Normally I do.
Everything is wrong.
I’m shooting away but have little idea of what I’m getting. Then – then there’s a guitar change, Alex turns his back to the audience and starts to play.
BANG.
I drop to my knees and get a great silohuette of Alex the audience behind him amost whited out. Brett is jumping, clapping and spinning. First revolution he sees me, second he makes a face for the camera and third he’s facing the audience one foot on the box. I turn to get a picture of Simon and he turns his head and pulls the cheesiest smile you’ve ever seen and he holds it til I give him thumbs up. Sueddenly the smothering sound has been turned down so I can hear the songs again. I run around in the tiny little space I have, knowing if I could just go here here and here I would get better pictures but loving every minute. Being on stage with suede was no fun in itself for me. What was fun is what has always been fun for me, I’m there listening to a band I love doing what I love taking pictures.
Charlie walks me back out front for she’s in fashion and he tells the security guy that I can get into the pit to get pictures of Brett and the audience during Saturday night. Unfortunately they do a shift change and when it comes to Saturday night I’m stuck in a corner and can’t get close to Brett to get the shot I want. Oh well another time.
Katja and flash_girl have this thing they do during she’s in fashion. I vaguely remember it from Train but they’ve been doing it every concert so far. When Brett sings ”the sunshine will blow my mind and the wind blow my brain” there’s a pause and in the middle of this you can hear them shout ”CLAP!”. It’s not until Copenhagen that they notice Brett laughing at this but today I see it. I get a great shot of him smiling head down waiting to sing again.
Again we know they are going to Copenhagen and we head back ourselves. We talk about finding them and dragging them out for a drink but after several navigational errors and a long drive we call it a night.

Day 7 … every Monday morning comes.

Actually this one should be called get a little bit tacky too – for reasons which will become apparent. The day starts out early. My son Noah wakes up at 6.15 and so do the rest of us. At around 12 Yuki and I head off for the concert by way of the band’s hotel. They aren’t there so we get out to Valby. It is so hot. The weather forecast is promising it’ll get over 30 today. The long walk from the road to the entrance shows that this is going to be the biggest crowd too. Even with a press pass I have to queue. It takes a half hour to get in and today my illicit hooch is found. I tell the guy it’s a mixture of surgical spirit, baking soda and vinegar that I use to clean my lenses with. He accepts the explaination and let’s me in. Go figure…
Today I have a whole litre all to myself and discover that even though this is the last gig I’m really on a high. We meet the others waiting for Katja who was in the same queue as me. I head for the vip area hoping to catch Simon or Alex.
It’s 4.30 before there is any sign of the band. They come out so the vips can have a polaroid taken with the band. Part of the smarm that is being a vip at the green concerts. Ofcourse they wouldn’t dream of letting a few fans in for this and I don’t mean the band by they. Luckily there are a few fans inside who get a chance. I’ve already got an agreement to take a picture of Monica and Yuki with them for this and another piece Martin and I were going to do. Monica is the last one let in but thankfully Charlie waves Yuki through. Simon says he has to drop the interviews as he has the flu so maybe at a later date.
The concert is one of the best so far – I still think Odense was the best. They all throw themsleves into the performance and whilst these aren’t my best shots of this little tour there are couple that stand out. Today it seems like I have great contact with Brett and he turns toward where I stand several times. The audience is wild and from where I stand I’d say the majority of them are here to see suede.
The finale has an added twist. Brett jumps down to touch hands with the audience and the security lead him to a sofa. He is carried along the barrier and laughing as he sings. Before returning to the stage Brett gets off the sofa and does touch some of the audience.
The song ends and the band wave to us before exiting. I was sure they’d come back as Alex had hesitated before exiting.
Later Alex said this, ”…when the song finished I was waving to the audience and for the first time I noticed this huge screen opposite me. And there I was waving. So I waved back.”

Earlier in the day Martin and I had compared notes about the different information we’d heard about the after party. I’d got a final answer and we decided our plan of action. The tuborg rep had given Martin invitations to their party for all of us but we already knew the band weren’t going there. I rushed off home to empty my camera and get a few drinks in before the party and we arranged to meet up again later.

We saw a lot of familiar faces at the party minor celebrities, a former colleague of mine who works for a radio station and other suede fans. I went over to talk with Sirje, Elena and Satu the girls from Finland incase you don’t know who they are… A rose was shown and in the middle of the civilised atmosphere i screamed ”ALEX!” and so the tone was set for the rest of the evening. My travelling companions and I were louder than loud and before the band arrived we were pissed and ready to cause trouble.
Mat, Richard and Alex arrived and headed for the bar. We knew Simon had the flu so we hadn’t expected him to be there but it seems Brett did too. Or maybe Brett just didn’t feel like pressing flesh with the likes of the drunken troop at the center table and I don’t blame him either. I went to the bar to get a drink and handed Alex a g&t. Which he started out by refusing then asked what it was then grabbed greedily.
B: ”You remember when I gave you that rose in Århus?”
A: ”That was gay.”
B: ”No no that was funny. But I’m afraid I’ve started a tradition.”
A: ”Oh god.” Alex looks round nervously.
B: ”If you go over to the finnish girls…”
A: ”I’m not going over there they’re filthy!”

The drinks flowed, though Alex never bought a round. We got noisier and noisier and found oursleves by said finnish girls’ car outside. Alex had been given his rose and I was rather annoyed that unlike the one I gave him he was keeping this one. Flash_girl , Katja and the others were standing a little bit away when I had a bright idea. Flashie and I had been having a discussion about Brett and Alex’s bums, as you do and apart from daring me to run on stage and grab Brett’s, there had also been mention of asking Alex if she could touch his. So never the shy retiring type I launched myself at Alex once more.

B: ”Ok the next question is not from me or any other male.”
A: ”Riiiight…”
B: ”What would you say if I said somebody wants to touch your bottom?”
A: Takes a nervous sip of his white wine. ”I would be very scared.”
B: ”That’s a no then.”
A: Nods.
B: Turns round and shouts ”Sorry flashie Alex says you can’t touch his bum.”
At which point flashie says ”I’ll kill you!” and chases me round the car in the best Benny Hill tradition.
Somehow that night I got branded as the gay photographer. Oh well I’ve been called worse.
I thanked Mat and Richard for the concerts and grilled Richard a bit about their studio plans. I would have loved to have thanked Simon and Brett ( if I ever pluck up the courage to talk to him ). This bit despite some of the tacky omissions is called every Monday morning comes because it was Monday morning when Mat and Alex left in a taxi. Alex hiding his face because some moron with a camera was in the middle of the street shouting ”Alex I want to have your baby!”. Richard bought a last round for the flowergirl posse and as the sun lit up the sky colouring the clouds orange, he departed. We said our goodbyes to each other and went our seperate ways.
Monica went home Monday evening and Yuki Tuesday morning. Most of our little gang were strangers when we started and sappy as it may sound all of us are good friends now.
As for suede maybe I spotted them in malmö on Wednesday maybe it was wishful thinking. They did themselves proud with a tough little schedule and at times a tougher audience. And for everytime I seem them perform my respect and liking for the band grows. And for every time I see them with their fans my respect for them as people grows. We loved the opportunity to follow them for 7 days and had a lot of fun doing it despite the often horrendous supporting cast.
Oh to end on a witty and or apt suedesque quote. But it can’t be done. So here is a flowergirl posse quote for you all, be upstanding raise your glasses I give you the toast :

BANZAI – rook n rool SUEDE!!!

Bash aka otsaku aka the flowergirl.

P.s. See you at lowlands guys.

p.p.s. it was the most fun i've ever had with 4 girls that didn't involve sex

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