Well, here it is. Our promoting video for the January gigs. I have watched this so many times over that I just can't agree that it's a good one. Well, at least it was a pleasure making it. As always.
Some handmade picks that look just badass.
No it is not nice. It is me! : >
The only "making of" pictures... Apologies for blurry pics.
Bad ass.
Bad ass with a badass.
Badasses.
Dat focus
Hello.. building? Could you please get out of the way please? I'm the one driving an American here, all right?
I've been ill with my bleeding ass (<-What? xD) and in the Condition lately, hence not so interesting life, not so many updates. Anyway some unfunny shit, but they are funny because they are not funny. Nahmean? Selfreb's yo! Gold. The following pictures are from High Levels.
Life is hard
I see shit everywhere already. Is it bad? Anyway, that's a discobear, also one of the discobeats in Fruity Loops and also it sounds like "Karu läks linna". I'm just wondering... if you wanna hear it, then comment. (Probably I'm here alone and nobody gives a fuck just like every other "blogger")
And this should be the album cover of my exquisite solo album.
So, there's gonna be a gig on 5th in Tln and this is my idea of the event.
PS! "Hi was hin the Condishion"
Enlightenment
God was right. Rock never dies. Not even after apocalypse.
On January 5, three rock bands are sent on Earth to start enlightning people what real music sounded in the Old World and what it should keep sounding like. (Why am I writing this? We sound like shit). It's time for the New Age. Or Old Age?
*Reckless - Reckless egoists, who just take what they want. They usually want it big.
*The Lost Highway - Once mapped, currently from unknown parts of desert, heavy drinkers looking for moist.
*Fuzette - Half-dead, soulless, unmotivated junkies from undergrounds' dirty alleys.
Tickets:
FB attend: 1bj
Since 0000h - XXX
Booooooo! So... "BAD.... ASS..." Like, "come and get wasted yo!" *Bang* yo!
Tonight we will have a gig after a million years. I feel good about it, some don't. Anyway, it's good to be back on stage. Porx will have his first gig with us as well. If anybody is reading this, come and check us out! We suck (more) without audience.
Could someone shut Sass the fuck up? We are not fucking glam!
After another night with a couple of beers and a million foosballs in Krooks we returned home. On our way, some TIGHTER hedge blocked the road. Some minutes of scrabbling and the car was parked 3m from my front door. Some hogs and Mait left with a 3AM wake-up-horn. Fucking assholes we are.
By the way. Meu has grown up a little bit. Who hasn't met him, it's about time.
Meu, back in the day.
Brave little bastard.
Hungry little bastard.
Greedy little bastard.
In the morning I found out that Mait got himself a little job. His mission was to clear 10 hectars of field from snow. No, he didn't manage it. In fact, he just got his car out from snow just an hour ago and I highly doubt that he's gonna try it again. WELL... TOO BAD FOR THE FIELD OWNER. MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU WILL ORGANISE YOUR 9 YEAR OLD SOCCER CHAMPIONSHIPS DURING SUMMERTIME. Or a snow plow TRUCK...
As always, our private "rehearsals" at my place end up with getting in the Condition or drunk within < 5 minutes. This time we got in the Condition with Maits' long awaited own stuff and as usual, we didn't play shit and went straight to downtown. With style.
For us when we are 60 years old and we can't remember what Tartu looked like. What we were like. One of few rock'n'rollers left. Especially in Estonia. What our life was like. What nowadays shitty cars looked like. What winter looked like. What the best friendship looked like.
A few beers @ Gen -> Möku, and we met Sam - the British guy who was supposed to apply for our drummer but expectedly never did (twice) - and his lads. Now, it was about to get interesting, because their lads got some more of Good Days. We tripped to Colin's place and saw an actual jar full of fucking Good Days.
Anyway, that was SOME blast. After that we went to long awaited McDonald's (Mait was overblasted, again... But the English lads know how to keep their lads up and going and dragged Mait all the way to Mäc.) Thanks to the overblast, Mait looked so bad again, that his new name is Shitty Sleez.
Sam is hungry
@ Colin's
What can I say? I'm gonna say it again... We don't need to sweat, it always comes to us. Rock'n'roll.
