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Since the hotel only staged shows once a month - and because we were the first Western performers to ever play there - I felt a sense privilege being wound into the history of the building, and made a mental note to myself to try not to suck.Ī welcome email is on its way. Like most honest taverns, the Jokela had photos hanging on the walls of people drinking there 70 years ago even better, a few of these patrons were still around, having tipped ales from the day the Jokela first opened in 1927 to the moment Al and I showed up to present our pesky CanFolk repertoire.

Not only that, but the setting spoke volumes: dark, creaking floorboards, fat clouds of cigarette smoke, a cranky jukebox, and a television that looked like it had to be hit with a stick to work. Instead of patrons quietly deliberating their own mortality, the men and women of the Hotel Jokela seemed to be arguing and telling jokes. The entire tavern was filled with people, and, for the first time all tour, high and lively with voices.

At first, I thought she was a local woman wearing a shroud, but when we walked up the steps of the old hotel and turned into the bar, I saw her sitting with friends in one of the tavern’s old red leather booths, their table busy with glasses even though it was only late afternoon. Upon arriving in the early springtime of that year, the first person I noticed was an African woman staring out of the window of the bar, a rare sight in small-town Finland. This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below.

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