Beat a Go Go

Destruction, Metal Camp 2004 (photo by Taisija)

So, here we are again in sweaty-red-hot-boiling beautiful  summer - the season of summer festivals and thundering summer storms.  One of the most beautiful places you can find to get all this together is Tolmin - Sotocje where stormy bands will attend the fifth Metal Camp, July 3-9.
The place where the festival happens is between two rivers and you have a feeling like you find yourself in a mystical fairy tale where a turquoise green river rules and all around are high mountains.

Perttu and Taisija in Ljubljana (photo by Jan)

This time I met Perttu Kivilaakso at The Devil's Courtyard, one of the smaller atriums in the festival complex of Križanke, a beautiful summer theater in Ljubljana.  Paavo Lötjönen was giving the interview to one Slovenian radio station on the other side of this interesting place ... Perttu checked my recorder to see if everything is OK, and laughing to me in an ally way remembering what happened in Graz nearly a year ago.  In Graz after a sound check of Apocalyptica (which was in the middle of our interview) my recorder didn't work any more. I couldn't figure out what was wrong -  it was like it was cursed! .....I have to admit that I was »walking a half meter over the floor« leaving the hall where the sound check of Apocalyptica was.  Of course, being alone in the concert hall, with maybe the most unique metal band on the Earth, and to see them playing was like finding myself in a magical dream, with the charismatic Eicca the conductor of the ceremony...Well, I think every lover of great music can understand these feelings.  I was at many soundchecks in my life but this one was very special.  I feel it was a beautiful gift for me.  And of course, it was hard to wake up from this dream ... So, Perttu, as a real gentleman (maybe even a knight),  was taking care of my recorder and somehow bewitched it to start working again. After that, he responded to the rest of my questions and literally recorded it as well.  I am still very grateful to him.

Lemmy - photo by faic

I find myself driving wildly on the highway to Zagreb. From the car's loudspeakers at the back is sounding Lemmy's rattle-husky singing...in no-less-than-beautiful lines of poetry of peace from »We Are Motorhead« album- »One More Fucking Time«. It starts with the lines: All life is a mystery/All things come to he who waits/All things just a twist of fate.....

I love this song - very simply...and then the third verse comes:

All your life is in your head
All your dreams are in your sleep
And if your dreams are hid too deep
They're just a waste of time
When you try to chase your dream
You never seem to know the time
You never recognize the signs
And nothing's what it seems.

Joe Satriani in Opatija, Croatia, Summer 2006

photo by Taisija P. Stupar

On the large steps at the entrance to Villa Angelina is a huge bunch of journalists, TV reporters and photographers. Nervous managers are running everywhere.  We are waiting for the press conference with the legendary guitarist Joe Satriani. He is promoting the European tour of his new album, Super Colossal.

Perttu Kivilaakso

(photo: Taisija P. Štupar)

Apocalyptica has created miraculous, beautiful cello music. It goes from minimalistic repetitions to thundering darkness, heavy metal riffs and drive, to almost classical string parts and rock ballads. Wherever we try to place their music -- in "cello rock" or somewhere in the space where metal and the classical world meet -- they are in a space by themselves.

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

—Carl Sandburg

As I awoke this morning, a diffuse light glowed from the outside. A lovely fog had enveloped the Mercuriosity Shop. Trees could dimly be seen shuffling around, as trees are wont to do when they think they are unseen.

Ismo Alanko (photo by Harri Hinkka)

In a voice like a lion's purr, Ismo Alanko is complaining about how hot it is. He looks dazed and he walks as if the sun is a weight on his shoulders. It's high noon and the midsummer heat is hitting the Finnish countryside with the force of a hammer. Nobody here is used to this kind of weather. And it's a bit early in the day for a rock star who had a big concert the night before.

Stam1na, Tuska 2005 (photo by Toni Välisalo)

Tuska is a lucky bastard when it comes to weather. For all the years I've been there, it's been incredibly hot. If it has rained, it's rained during the night and the metal audience could have happily partied for three whole sweaty days.

No, I'm not whining, I'm happy about that. Summer, sweat, shorts and long days belong together. And if there happens to be a rock festival, it surely is two thumbs up. Festivals are the best - there's nothing like a summer festival. At least there's nothing like it in Finland. But when you combine rock, festival and summer, there is nothing to beat that. Not in Finland anyway.

"Viikate has become a real rock band," was the thought that came to my mind while watching the band playing at the Tuska Open Air Metal Festival at the notorious mellow-out day of any festival, Sunday. Although the band was easily the lightest of the bands performing in Kaisaniemi during the weekend, a couple of things were sure: Viikate connected with its audience the best and the band seemed to enjoy its first ever Tuska performance the most of all the bands I witnessed during the weekend.

(photo: jon r. luini - thanks to www.foreverjoe.com)

What do you think is the answer to your question "Is There Love in Space"?  What about love on earth?

Still looking, still searching...

You are a "guitar god", but from what people say, you don't act like one - you seem very balanced and modest.  What helps you to maintain this attitude?

Family is the most important thing in my life - it keeps me in line.

Aleš Rendla

How did you and Nino start playing music?

When we were very young. I started to play violin when I was six, I think. I’m not sure about Nino, but I think he didn’t go to any music school when he was young. We were friends then and lived in the same house. When I moved out of the house with my family, I was still coming back to the place because my grandmother lived there. So Nino and I would play children’s games. Nino had a boat, and somebody destroyed his boat, and then gave him drums to replace it. So that’s how I got to play my first drums. Nino made his own bass guitar, completely of wood. And then we started playing. We practiced in Nino’s basement, under the café.

Bogo Pečnikar, playing with the Madleys at the Cerkno Jazz Festival

Tell me how you met Bratko for the first time.

How I met Bratko for the first time ... it was a long time ago, of course. Almost thirty years, I would say.

A.W. Yrjänä, Tavastia, 4/30/03

A few years ago, I was needing a break from work and life and thought that a trip to Montréal might be in order. I was surfing the net, hoping that I might find that my favorite Québécois band, Les Colocs, might be playing in Montréal sometime in the near future.

Sadly, instead of tour dates, I found heartfelt messages posted by distraught fans in memory of André Fortin, the lead singer, who had committed suicide a year earlier. I looked to see if my favorite Finnish band, CMX, were playing any gigs soon. And, to my dismay, I found a posting on their website that they were not planning to tour any more. I spent the rest of the day wallowing in thoughts of missed opportunities.

Hidden Sky CD release concert, Seattle 2004 (photo: Nancy Chapin)

In October 2004, the Broadway Performance Hall in Seattle sold out all 300 seats in a special multimedia concert to celebrate Hidden Sky, the most recent CD release from cellist, composer, and singer Jami Sieber. In tribute to the elephants who participated in creating the album, a portion of proceeds from both the concert and the CD have been donated to elephant conservation. Against a backdrop of moving pictures that stretched from stage to ceiling, concertgoers were treated to the music, stories, and images that told the tale of how one woman was inspired to break new ground by jamming with elephants.

Marko Annala (photo: Mikko Hinkkanen)

Mokoma was relatively unknown to the majority of the record-buying audience when they were recording with the multinational EMI, even though the band itself was formed in 1996. Not until they left/were kicked out from EMI and after they had put together their own label, Sakara Records - and after they had recorded the first-ever thrash-metal record sung in Finnish, Kurimus - did the majority of record-buying people, me included, start to notice Mokoma. To me Mokoma was an oddity and their music did not open up to me at all. Maybe it was because of the artsy-fartsy songs they used to perform. Anyhoo, I was wrong, that image I had was based on one record I had heard and a bunch of gigs I had seen Mokoma perform as a warmup to other bands. Everything changed one night at the Tavastia club, right after Kurimus had been released, when I saw Mokoma on stage, opening for Kotiteollisuus. I listened to them with every hair on my body standing up. I was literally awestruck.