Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.

Well, we made it to the club in Stockholm after only about an hour of confusion negotiating the streets, with all the bridges and waterways, overpasses, underpasses etc.  It’s a very nice large rock club called Debaser.  There are posters advertising all manner of bands whose names are well known to us, i.e. the Apples In Stereo, Hawksley Workman, Swearing at Motorists, The Faint, Low and even the Rivulets (who opened for John’s band awhile back at the Hideout in Chicago).  Tonight we’re playing with a band called Ep’s Trailer Park; I’m not sure what they’re like.  Might just be one guy playing rather than a full band, I don’t know.  We’ll find out soon enough!  Tonight we’re staying in a hostel, but it’s on a BOAT.  A red boat.  I just hope we can find it.  Tomorrow we have a pretty hellacious drive to Lund, like eight or nine hours.  Ryan will have to do the driving as usual, which is fine by me.

Turns out that Jan does have a mobile phone, but it’s not working.  He only uses it for a clock.  (!?!) He says it would be too expensive to keep the service going on a mobile phone.  Errr… anyway.  We’re here a little early so it doesn’t matter at this point.  The promoter will find us.

There’s no luggage here waiting for Ryan… we’ll have to wait for the promoter to get here to find out what’s up with that.