Saturday, September 5, 2009

Dispatch from Hel

Well, technically I'm in Turku, the oldest city and erstwhile capital of Finland, but that just doesn't have the same ring to it. Last night was the six-band Fullsteam Records showcase at a local three-story venue which the label owns -- lots of belligerently drunk Finnish youth, at least one street fight, and a whole lot of 5 AM pizza. They don't cut pizza here, so you have to rip it apart with your fingers. I suggested rolling it into a tube and eating it from end-to-end; my Finnish companions seemed to like the idea. So if you come here in a decade or so and people up in Lapland are all eating pizza rolls, you can tell them who to thank.

Most Finns speak very good English, and any Finnish band that wants a shot at the international market (or, indeed, any market outside of Finland) sings in English. That said, they banter in Finnish while onstage, and it makes for a very confusing live-music experience. More on that later. For now, let me just say that while I was waiting for our pizza, this dude freestyled for me in both English and Finnish, and it was a very heart-warming experience. I mean, how hospitable of him. Anyway, I can't seem to upload photos on the Holiday Inn computer, so for now I'll leave you with a sample of what I've eaten here, as a before-and-after photo-link series. Alex out.

1 comment:

thatswhatsup said...

i was at peasant in nolita once, and a woman rolled up her steak and ate it.

me and the fashionistas i was with were horrified.

it was the most excited thing of the evening though.