Yesterday I recieved photos from the gig at Rockbåten last summer from our friend Peter Malmgren. (A great photographer, check him out)

A happy surprise that really took me back to that extremely hot night in June. I remember it was a great gig even though it was hard to breath in the overwhelming heat. But I guess we kind of thrive on conditions like that, since it only added to the performance. Take a look at the photos, fantastic stuff. (Although some of the very best we’re saving for the album release later this year.. )

This is one of my favourites, taken just seconds after the last song when Stuff went bezerk, knocking over mic-stands and slamming his guitar down on the floor. Something demonic must have taken a hold of him. I’ve seen him go crazy before but that time I was sure he was going to break his guitar. Magically, he didn’t…

“I’m the one they call Karl” he said to us, stating it in such an obvious way that we started scratching our heads, trying to remember something we felt we should remember.

“And I’m Maniac, arm wrestling champion of the world!”, Maniac said in a desperate attempt to win back the crowd’s attention.

“We’ll see about that”, Karl said.

It was in the middle of the night, we were celebrating a successful gig on Rockbåten, some fans had joined us backstage, and Maniac was on top of the world.

The two contenders eyed eachother cautiously, nodded and sat down. A silent agreement to start an epic arm wrestling battle:

I thought it would be nice for you to hear a sane voice among the ramblings which have been going on here on this page the last month. And tell you a little about what’s going on the upcoming weekend.

Well it’s Rockbåten in Helsingborg of course. Sticky Dirt, the furious party rockers, Killer Clan of F.U.N. of course and Dirty Penny.

Dirty Penny came here from the US for the Stockholm Rock Out Festival last weekend, and took the opportunity to make a minitour in Sweden while at it. They wanted to feel the rock temperature in Skåne, and of course, Rockbåten is the place for that. Saturday, September 18, 21.00.

Listen more to Dirty Penny on their Myspace page.

Lastly I just wanted to tell you that the guys are really flying right now. After two tremendous gigs last weekend at Stockholm Rock Out Festival and Halmstad Kulturnatt they are full of energy.

Well some of them are maybe flying a little too high, but there’s not much to do about it. Maniac for example is running around shouting to everyone that his hand hurts. Why? Because he had to write so many autographs. And he claims that all the american rockstars asked for more than five signatures each!

BBB on the other hand stated boldly, when he arrived home, that he obviously is the girl magnet of the band. He refuses to wear a t-shirt anymore. He even had proof he said, and showed me a paper, where a long list of numbers were written. 30, maybe 40 of them.

- These are phone numbers to my chick following I got at Stockholm Rock Out. Hehe, I have my own chick army now, he chuckled.

I had a closer look at the list and asked him:

- And, BBB, why is it that every number starts with 555?

I left him with a puzzled look on his face…

/the Manager

- Bang your head babe!

This is the first part of the chorus in our one day fresh song, which we will carry in the set for Rockbåten as the opening song. You will not be disapointed. As I sit here with a grand beaker of the latin american national drink of Calimucho and feel really lucky to be part of this crazy gang of fucked up nogoods It comes to mind that once there was this very young man called Archibald Daniels going on a short trip abroad to see his favourite artist Rob Zombie.

When the opening act was done they announced that mr Zombie was ill or something and instead the brittish pop band Ash would stand in. This was not great for the already VERY toxic Archibald. He went bezerk. Drank all the beer in a famous bar in the city where it all occured and blacked out like a baby. When he came to his senses (well almost that is) he found himself smoking a joint with two really weird guys at a railway station in the outer rim of that alien city.

From there he took an extremly expensive cab to the harbour just to find out that the last boat was long gone and it would be hours and hours until the first morning boat arrived. Now, this particular winters day there was a heavy snowstorm in this nordic capital and the bloke needed a place to rest. He found himself wandering the empty streets as the high wore off and finally he found a coffeshop to rest his frozen body and heat up the buzzing mind with a couple of beers.

At this little sleazy bar a very unsexy 70-year old eskimo woman without any front teeth asked if she could help him out with a blow job for the humble price of 8$. Archibald went into a chock state and screamed NOOOO! from the top of his loungs.

Soon after this the boat arrived and our hero found his friends, who had lost him after a fight with cops and ambulances involved, and he went home (only to continue the very unhealthy party that was going on).

But the lady from the bar stuck in his mind and jumped up like the man in the box in his nighmares years and years after this and now this event has crawled itself  into a song again. The soon to be finished “Stay-in-bed-day” will be at least partly inspired from theese events. Some of the involved may protest, but this is how the story goes…

Yours faithfully/ Maniac Archibald Daniels

It was a total succes yestarday at ROCKBÅTEN M/S Harmony. Thanks BODIES, Bulletrain, The Clan, the gorgeous women, the fans, the staff, the boat and the ocean for makin the world rock totally. We will come back to the best rocktown in Sweden allready this tuesday at TIVOLI! DO NOT MISS THE CHANCE to see some really rocking crazy people on stage. Love you all/ Maniac