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SCANDINAVIA – LIVERPOOL SOUNDCITY!

On the morning of my third day in Liverpool I found that I was welcome back to my big room at the Beatles hotel. Before heading out there, I had a huge English breakfast at a coffee shop near the bombed-down church. Then I went shopping at Boots…

I have a weird fascination with family size daily cosmetics, and every time I visit the States or the UK I buy tons of king size bottles of shampoo, shower cream and body lotion; ask me not where this obsession for white trash cosmetics comes from. I chucked my now heavy bag at The Hard Days Night and headed down to the docks for lunch. There was a grand opening of a gigantic shopping mall called Liverpool One (if I'm correct) that connects the city center to the docks, and while strolling through it, I bought some souvenirs from the Liverpool FC store. The docks are the home to the Beatles museum as well as several cafés and all kinds of maritime museums. I had to think that being born and raised in Liverpool, you'd have to be sick of hearing Strawberry Fields Forever or anything Beatles to the point of outright disgust. Maybe that's why the locals prefer football and fighting with people from Manchester.

That night, I went down to Korova to check out We Are Wolves from - you know it - Canada. I think it's cool how all the Canadian bands are called wolves. It's like one big middle finger to trying to invent interesting band names. There were seven people watching them, but they did an OK job anyway. First I even got excited because they were so loud, but then it started to seem a little too forced for my taste. I went to Liverpool Barfly instead to see The Field from Sweden. They were probably my favorite act out of everyone, just these two modest guys from the north working their mixers and creating some amazing sounds. They held me transfixed for longer than 15 minutes, which is more than I can say about most things in life. When I finally decided to leave, I was happy that I had seen them, happy that I was going back to my swanky room, happy that I had come to Liverpool and met some super cool people (or, seen some) and happy that I was going back home the next day.