Sweden, Norway, Owls, Snacks

Hello and welcome back to my shoddy coverage of the Magnetic Fields’ European Jaunt! The band only has a few days left, and from the looks of these pictures, things are getting wackier and wackier.

Maybe on the next tour, they’ll spring for hotels with furniture.

Cheery scenery, care of Stephin. Now I understand why there are so many Swedish comedians.

Certain things need no translation.

Shirley found Jesus. Or maybe it was the other way around?

Now that’s pretty. You know, if I’d gone with them, I would have made damn sure to find these cheekbones. 

Hot tubbin’.


The sky is as blue as Alexander Skarsgard’s eyes. 

As Shirley says, only in Sweden does it rain even when the sun is shining.

Of course, Skarsgard is not the only vampire in town.

Even if I hadn’t just seen ‘The Cabin in the Woods,’ I would still know that this was a place murderers liked to hang out. DON’T GO IN THE BASEMENT, GUYS. (Spoiler alert: they’re already in Germany, so you don’t have to worry.)

This was in the lobby, for free. Goddamn you, Sweden! Every time I was just glad to be home and away from the creepy murderers, you reel me back in.

How do you say owl in Swedish? Or Norwegian? I’ll accept both.

On the move.

Waiting for Godot. To Godot to stage, that is.

Flowers on our dining room table, just because,

Next stop, Germany!