I think the world has something against our band. First we spent a freakinī year to find a singer and a bass player. When we found the first bassist he turned out to be useless and we waisted months with him. When we found our first singer she turned out to be useless and pathetic as a human being. Now,when we finally had things going smoothly and our third guitar player moved back here in Raahe,guess what happens? His house BURNT TO THE GROUND. Almost all his belongings were in that house. Including guitars. I canīt even imagine how he feels. Thank god I have some clothes he can use. And a spare guitar for him... But seriously? Life really is a bitch...
