In the far east corner of Helsinki lurked a funky creation deep under the ground.
Sampsa and Juuso, then a two-ful of naive and playful boys, stumbled upon a map. It was a scruffy map of Helsinki - a colorful display of icons refering to sights and shops laying on a bed of flattened-out, two-colored landscape - the kind of fold-up maps you get from a tourist-info-stand. There were three mysterious marks written carefully on the map in the shape of a F, U and N. The deep black ink oozed excitement into the boys' minds when they launched for their spontaneous quest for an unknown treasure.
Susanna, the singer, woke up to a hesitant and slightly stuttering knock on her door. She crawled up from her fluffy hive of bedsheets and went to open the door. She saw these two guys - one with a guitar and the other with a bass - on her doorstep.
"yes?", she asked from the equally surprised boys.
"umm.. hi", they answered with bewilderment.
An awkward silence covered the mood. It was then, that Susanna's computer on a random mode decided to play her demo with a louder than life volume, for she had set it on alarm clock mode.
"Oh shit", she whispered hastily and ran to shut off the sound system.
The boys were left on the doorstep nodding approvingly to this new music like adam and eve of the kakadu's on a mutual branch. When Susanna returned the boys asked for the origin of the just heard good music. It appeared, that it was written by her and that she was looking for a band.
Next these three launched for their mutual spontaneous quest for the letter U on their map.
A wildly filling drummer carrying the name of Joni, with the need for a band was found from Rastila - the grooviest ghetto in Finland.
Next these four launched for their search for the last letter.
Laying his finger on the map covering the letter N, Juuso looked at Sampsa and told him to knock on the last door of their journey. A keyboard player named Inka completed their bunch of musicians longing for a finnish funk-soul-pop -group with a dash of jazz in them.
They gave their last look at the karma's creation that was the map marked by a mysterious puppet-master working in secrecy and raised it into the air for the light but firm spring breeze to take it away. Their eyes concentrated on the sommersaults of the shiny piece of paper they thought about the odds and the gods and smiled absent-mindedly.
Standing in row they set their gaze on the horizon in a very theatrical way seemingly unaware of how ridiculous it looked in real life to do so and set their mutual goal to rule the stage, where ever they might land on their mutual quest for the letter K.
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