Before we were off to Turku, though, there was the small matter of Xiao Bai, whose now three-day absence was being felt through cab rides and long walks home. But, to our amazement, the good people at VW Helsinki managed to MacGuyver her up (according to the mechanic, he used “nuts and bolts” to fill in the leak in the pipe) and the van we got back was a New Machine, one that didn’t a) stall every time she came near a stop b) cough in and out of life during the brief seconds she didn’t stall at a standstill, making us think she might, actually, make it through this one time, as opposed to the other dozens of times she didn’t c) have a Harley-Davidson-inspired growl that let everyone in a three-mile radius know she was coming ten minutes before she arrived and d) make me wrestle with the gear shift every time I shifted gears. We are now, knocking on all the wood I can find, in Xiao Bai’s second phase. Pray for us.
And then there was Turku, back in the hands of Janne, who last year... To which we made it, sans automotive issues, in good time. Such good time that we spent an inordinate amount of time waiting for the equipment to arrive. In between the waiting -- and the discovery that the club had ordered us Chinese Take-Out (actually, it wasn’t nearly as bad as we thought it’d be; in fact, it was quite good. Just not so much zhongcai as much as a nice fry-up) -- we checked in to and hung out at our first hotel of the tour: The Holiday Inn Turku. Aw yeah, Subs finally touring in style.
Three opening bands that night, and another rare break from the hardcore bands generally booked alongside Subs. It was rock and roll night at Klubi: Two of the three even featured... gasp! Percussionists with congas and bongos! (I missed the first band, Moto, sorry. But they didn’t want to share their backline, resulting in a longer-than-necessary wait, so maybe it’s karma. Or that I was enjoying the tour’s first hotel room.)