That is NIGHTWISH, theīand we love, only in private, of course, until now. Such gathering from the unctuous familial ooze into a celebration of how grand life could be. Smoke in your face like it was a blessing, the one that everyone trash talked to each other, the one who elevated every
The one whom nobody knew exactly by what thread he claimed membership, the one who always insisted on payingįor group meals more for ego than generosity, the one with the over the top, larger than life yarns that alwaysĬentered his touted heroics within their solipsistic frame, the one who smoked cigars continuously and blew the Finnish symphonic metal superstars NIGHTWISH are like the uncle we all remember from extended family gatherings,
