One of my favourite bands (Herra Ylppö ja Ihmiset, pretty much the only Finnish band I really listen to; I love their lyrics, and somehow all of their albums have come out at very specific times in my life so that the themes in the albums have felt very fitting and relatable, and basically I’m just a gigantic sap and enjoy manly angst, ok) had their quite-possibly-the-last-ever gig on Saturday, at a club owned by one of our family friends. I was supposed to go and I was even invited to go hang out with the dudes after the show, but last week I decided I was too damn tired and not exactly feeling very sociable, and decided not to go. It sucked, but I have seen them play a few times before, so it’s not like I’m never going to see them play live.
A few moments ago, my dad texted me the above picture. And just. I’m really touched, ok. It’s just a stupid name on a stupid paper, and I don’t really even give a crap about autographs, but the fact that the friend of ours actually bothered to get the artist himself sign a stupid piece of paper for me kind of makes me all sorts of emotional.
I’m just going to listen to their entire discography and enjoy the manpain of a weirdly charismatic bald man, who could read me the phonebook with that ridiculous voice of his. and I’d be perfectly happy.