Bergen

I can't believe I actually agreed to this, but I took a 3 day trip to play ONE HOUR in Bergen, Norway and fly right back home to LA. Ridiculous. Nice town though, and it went well.
From top down:
After 3 planes and a day of traveling, sunglasses hide a multitude of evils. Outside the hotel. The venue (a former sardine packing plant). Another view outside the venue. View flying into Bergen from Oslo. Yet another view of the Bergen hills. I wouldn't have believed it had I not seen these with my own eyes, but straight from the Simpsons it's bacon-wrapped sausages. "Bacon up that sausage, boy!" "But dad, my heart hurts!" Me in all my fried, severe wrinkly-shirted glory in my sunny hotel room. And finally, a shot of us during the gig taken from this blog.

Norwich

Summary: More stressful than usual, due to very poor organization (not ours, theirs) but the concert actually went pretty well. There's something amazing about hearing 100 human voices in unison that is unlike any other sound on earth. And while I hate anything to do with religion, it must be said that the cathedral is an amazing space.