Alas, Värttinä

When wax and I were walking home from dinner at eleven last night we saw a poster for Värttinä (one of my most-digged groups) playing live at Klubi on Humlegårdsgatan just a few blocks away that night. But it had gotten really cold out and there wasn't a time on the poster, and never having been to a club gig, I wasn't sure what it would be like or if they'd have already started yet or if the crowds would be loathesome, and wax was tired and discouraging, so we didn't go, but I already regretted it bitterly by the time we'd walked four blocks towards home. Hopefully they'll be back sometime. (There was a poster from the same bar that said Zen Café were there earlier in the week, though, so I'm guessing it's not that hard to find a gig to go to if you feel like it, albeit usually not one as exciting as Värttinä.) (When I was here in 2003 I missed a live Gjallarhorn show by like, three days, too.)

Mikey would punch you in the face! That's his brother you're talking about!

wax: Pigs aren't even allowed to be fed bio-engineered food in Finland.
cim: But that's just if you're going to eat them, right?
wax: Why else would you have a pig?
cim: I dunno, like a pet pig?
wax: But the only reason you'd want to give a pig bio-engineered food, which is to make them grow big really fast, would be if they were for food anyway. If it's a pet pig you want -
cim: - it to be small and cuddly, like Gerard Way?
wax: Yes. ...Did you just compare Gerard to a pet pig?
cim: Well...
wax: I think Mikey would have to come punch you in the face, and then go like "Ow! My hand!" And then call Pete Wentz to beat you up for him.