Taking the metro to the gig tonight, at Stadion station hordes of sweaty Stockholm Marathon runners jammed themselves into my carriage like it was the Tokyo metro. It was a claustrophobic experience and I worried that my newly showered and made-up self would arrive crumpled, sweaty and dishevelled to the venue. As it happened, the ride there was a faint echo of what would follow! When all of us gathered in front of the stage for the sold out gig, packed tightly to get as close as possible, the room quickly turned into a sauna. Once the gig started and we got moving and dancing, it got worse! I got home completely soaked through from top to toe, no make-up left apart from the water-proof kind, and my long hair as wet as it was a few hours earlier when I stepped out of the shower. But it wasn’t just sweat wiped from brows this night. At the beginning of the gig Matt Johnson went to his mic and told us that he’d received bad news earlier in the day after he arrived in Stockholm; his dad had died. He apologized in advance for » Continue Reading.