Six angry upstart kids with lots of self-confidence ("All other bands we've heard so far are crap.") from Iceland called Jakobínarína tried to rock the beautiful Jazzhouse yesterday night. Problem was, due to bad tour management/advertising almost no one took notice of it. So these very talented 18 to 21-year olds (although the bass player looked like 14) playing an energetic indie-punk – and who are used to open for the Kaizer Chiefs – had to perform in front of a mini crowd of about 50 or 60 people. You could literally see the disappointment in their faces. They played down their setlist with the lead singer being the only one really trying to entertain by dancing freakishly the whole time. And after about 45 minutes the whole thing was over. It ended with the singer dropping the mic and leaving the stage extremely pissed off through the crowd and the rest of the band disappearing wordlessly backstage. Too bad. Because even though these final flashes of rock star allure and arrogance were quite unnecessary, they would still have deserved a bigger audience.

The guy I went to see them with, Kári – from my class and also from Icealnd, and a very cool guy at that – and I finished the night off with a long and pleasant talk about street art and the likes at the Bo Bi Bar, supposedly one of the oldest bars in Copenhagen.

Shootin' some hoops with an aussie guy, who saw me playing from the hostel across the bay and spontaneously dropped by. I got my ass whooped big time.

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