As a random time-wasting exercise on Friday night I decided to look at the Mountain Goats' website to see if they're playing any Scandinavian shows this year. And they were. The next day. And yay for me, I made Kristen come to Stockholm with me because I was desperate to see the band and she was desperate to get out of Uppsala, if only for a night, and off we went. Hooray! Mountain Goats: it was fate. FATE I tell you.

The show was really really good, and by some stroke of luck it was at one of the cool clubs in Stockholm (apparently), which just tells you that deep down we are actually cool people. At least in our minds. The night bus back to Uppsala..not so great...nor was the cycle home from the station at 3am but still, you have to pick your battles right.

The whole world over there will always be that one guy somewhere up the back dancing (probably with a backpack) up an ectasy-filled storm who's so happy inside his little happy head that he doesn't notice that nobody's really dancing with him. There is always a couple right in front of you, making out graphically. And there is always a group of two or three guys right up the front who were just sooooo excited to see this band that they had a bit too much to drink and end up in a state such that all they can do for the duration of the show is kinda sway from side to side whilst mouthing the words to every song. And just so you know, there was also at least one power fister.
Ah, it's so comforting to know that some things remain constant no matter where you are.