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Martha, re-strung and ready to go!
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ta ta, Trondheim...
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a field.
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a mountain.
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Dovre. no moskus though...
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it's our train!
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digging the space, man.
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a quick stop to meet and see the mighty Anekdoten.
Rhys Marsh:
a quick stop to meet and see the mighty Anekdoten.
Rhys Marsh:
a quick stop to meet and see the mighty Anekdoten.
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Faust, melting brains since time began.
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soundcheck at Parkteatret. Martha's having a nap.
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soundcheck at Parkteatret.
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soundcheck at Parkteatret. my green box of bouncy-sound.
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soundcheck at Parkteatret.
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soundcheck at Parkteatret.
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soundcheck over. time for some backstage beer...
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Gaute's lapsteel.
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backstage at Parkteatret. Martha's enjoying the beer and fruit
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the desk, man.
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at Parkteatret. Gaute, Ketil, Jo and i. photo by Teresa.
Rhys Marsh:
at Parkteatret. Ketil, Gaute, Jo and i. photo by Teresa.
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the journey to Bergen consisted of this for about four hours.
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Martha in the Bergen hotel.
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having a good hair day.
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waiting...
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unleashing the noise.
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stretching my fingers.
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at The Garage, in case you missed the massive signage.
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more backstage beer with our new friend Espen.
