Since I flew to Estonia just for my Mister and his performance at TMW, then I guess it is acceptable, how much I touch the subject.
He performed on Friday both at citystage and later in the night at Bibabo/Wabadus. It was a looooong day, as I tried to avoid alcohol and my Mister played at 3am, which meant I was alone among jungle animals. Luckily I really enjoy his music. I am not saying it for the fact that we may or may not kiss every now and then. Despite it all, I eat his beats.
Due the fact that me and my retarded camera, I borrowed pictures from Johanna Eenma and Betti Säre from TMW flickr.
When he finished a fan came up and gave him flowers.
"Holy, shit. This has never happened before":
Other artist should be jealous, how could they resist such a beautiful fan base?:
Now from the beginning.
Me doing the robot or zombie or someone with really stiff hands:
I am an annoying tourist wandering around Tallinn:
He does not ask much, but give the poor man a higher table.
Dj Crookback, eww, I bet it is already taken. Probably a shitty dubstep artist:
A little ninja:
Omg, my headband! Do you see it? Does not matter, I am famous!:
This should be a functioning club in reality:
Even though Bibabo (Bilbao, Bibaabaa, Bilbab - the name is hard to keep in mind) looks like a brothel, the visuals were saving the day:
Then we headed to EKA to meet hairless Sven and watch one artsy film:
The movie was over, the party was on:
Eeny - weeny - teeny - meeny:
Red District Samuel:
The bold and the beautiful:
We are doing an impression of the last TMW. Only difference was that I cannot remember last time that well. Quite blurry:
Private kind of happiness:
North Korea atom-bomb launch:
Welcome to Estonia - where everybody hates you on daytime, but loves you at night.
To Espirit with love.
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