But still I managed to secure cyberhq.eu. Now I only have to wait for three SunRise applications to time out that PriceWaterhouseCoopers fucked up somehow, saying they don’t have the documents even though I sent them on time.

On a happier note, I finally found the artist I had been trying to find for a while now, who has some snazzy cool covers of such songs as Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit. His name is Paul Anka, and he has been sitting right under my nose for half a year now, in the shape of Gilmore Girl Lorelai’s cool new dog. iTunes Link.

Even with just a pianist and (excellent, I might add) violinist accompanying her, she rocked.

Seats Smack-dab in the middle on row 6. Very nice. (Well actually smack-dab in the middle was an aisle of stairs, but the seat next to that? Mine.)

Also apparently neither pepsi stage nor heather’s management mind people bringing their large cameras, at least not to seated events, so I capitalised on that and took some proper pictures.

Dire Straits - Money For Nothing

Not that ‘I want my MTV’ stuff at the beginning, skip to where the drums kick in.