The note from June 16, 2015 is both heartbreaking, beautiful and instills hope.
Writing this I realize that that is not a bad way to sum up what 22 Pistepirkko means to me.
The gist is:
22-p will be 35 years young this year.
We tried to make an album to celebrate
with you all:
Made a bunch of tunes, some of them are really
Brothers fell in a fight ring,
this time it ended ugly.
After several bow wow wows =
22-p needs a pause.
Now we are back in peace/calm.
We'll play these summer gigs
and quit for a while.
When we feel the urge to R&R with 22-p we'll
continue, as has been the case from 1980 to 2015.