Rotterdam

I spent the weekend in Rotterdam for the Primitive festival, thus completing the month-long rock marathon. I think I overdid it these past few weeks, because I really had a hard time getting into the music. Too much of a good thing; too much of the same thing. Despite seeing bands I've seen fifty times before (even if it was really the first) and hearing the DJs play the same old records, I had a pretty good time, mainly because of the company. Lots of familiar faces from around Europe.
I brought a bunch of records with me to sell and sold quite a few of them. I turned around right away and spent the loot on a few carefully selected stacks of records from neighboring dealers' stands. All of it, to the tune of 140 eucks.
Unfortunately, my bag full of all those records, my bitchin' new (not cheap)sunglasses, and my PDA was stolen out of a friend's car. So I'm headed home to Amsterdam empty-handed, and with a bad taste in my mouth.
It could have been much worse, of course. At least I pulled my jacket and my keys out of there -- as if I knew that I was about to lose that bag -- so I'm not going to be on the street in my t-shirt, locked out of my house. But what a colossal drag that I never get to play those records.
Maybe it's a sign that it's time to focus on doing something entirely different for awhile. Until my old records start moving me again.

Midsommar Day

Drinking gin and juice in a can with Sean and some Fins in a Swedish graveyard

Stockholm

I'm sipping a 10 dollar Fernet (guess I should have asked the price), trying to figure out what the Swedes say instead of 'hello'. It's really cute, sounds something like "hey ho". Let's go...

I flew here from Sardinia. Sunny Sardinia. I just bought an umbrella. Doh...! But I can tell it's gonna be a good time. I got a week here. I'm going to attempt to stay on top of my writing here, and at the same time, digest the amazing two weeks I just passed in Sardinia by recalling it all and recording it here.

I should also reach back into the last few months and pull out the amazing moments and record them here. This winter and spring was probably the dreariest period of my life, but it wasn't all bad.

It would be good if I manage to write it all down...but if I don't, it probably means I'm having too much fun. Let's see what happens.