The democratic relief is finally arrived. Hillary has decided that she didn't want to be president after all and Barrack Obama is writing history as the first black man running for president. Exciting times. It feels like America is getting back on track, and the people around me are filling up with hope. Change is immenent. But what is the damagereport after eight years of pissing the world off?
May 31st, El Corazon, Seattle. The stage was set for TEITUR. 
I am all alone, abandoned by my friends, who chose to see the premiere of "sex and the city" in stead of this fragile but genius Feroyeisk "an island in the northsea" band. As I'm sitting in the bar, getting drunk as fast as I can to numb the sting of loneliness, I run into the drummer of "Kings of Leon". We have an interesting talk about Scandinavian girls, the backstage drug hounds at international festivals and the fact that when he travel he poses as a Canadian.
I am all alone, abandoned by my friends, who chose to see the premiere of "sex and the city" in stead of this fragile but genius Feroyeisk "an island in the northsea" band. As I'm sitting in the bar, getting drunk as fast as I can to numb the sting of loneliness, I run into the drummer of "Kings of Leon". We have an interesting talk about Scandinavian girls, the backstage drug hounds at international festivals and the fact that when he travel he poses as a Canadian. 
So how bad of a rep can America have abroad when it forces one of their rock stars to pretend that he's from Canada? I mean, he's a rockstar. He has a tourbus for God's sake.
He said he was ashamed of his government, and of how their policies has made the world a more dangerous place. He added that he wouldnt risk turning off some hot blond chick with an political interesst. Fair enough I thought. We both agreed that come November things were going to change. Hopefully for the better.
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