Ok, let's remember that I started writing things down after a couple of years of struggling with the music industry in Scandinavia... With no results.

I'm on a running mat (it's moving pretty fast) and on my left side is my friend Mr. Mikko Virtala. He’s also running, not as fast though. Mikko has had our band's sticker in his car bumper for years. He's also helped us removing backlines and stuff from gig places etc. He's been a real fan. One of the very few. Anyhow, I give him a short brief of how much is needed and how quickly it'll pay off if things turn out fine (To be honest, I had no clue that time). Mikko goes home to think. If he's got any brain cells left, he should definitely not put any money in us. On the other hand, some one with less stuff inside his head would fit in this gang fine.

The next day on the same running mats. Mikko says he doesn't believe much in making money with this kind of shit, but still he offers his hand as a sign of a deal. He had made some calculations (would be much fun to know whatta hell he calculated) and thought: Whatta hell, at least it’s better be fun then. Mikko sells most of his stocks and also puts his house on sale. We can call this guy devoted! Yippee. Now to book the studios....