the first gig of the tour is in Basel (Switserland)
we (me, Eva, Machine, and Hertog)
left very early, since the early bird catches the worm, and left the traffic-jams for what they were, gave them the old we’re-not-in-this-fucking-jam-because-we’re-the-early-birds look
it gave us a warm feeling inside, to which most of the people who weren’t driving closed their eyes and started snoring away
had to wake them up when we arrived at the Swiss border, because this red-haired (I wonder if she’s red all over) police-women needed to check our faces/passports
anyway, we started sweating while she was breathing down our necks, and giving us strange signals via her tiny piercing eyes, Hertog was about to start his classic questions, but before he even made a sound, she sent us away..which was a good thing (so we thought)
so we parked our car here, and started waving goodbye to Germany, in an attempt to kind of draw her attention, because we felt we had so much to say to her, and didn’t get the chance..
nice pic though
anyway, after a while we had the feeling we were being followed..at first I thought it was just the Machine his paranoia that dragged us along, but than, when we went in for a snack at a gass-station..it was clear…the men in blue were following us closely..but Hey, there’s nothing wrong with playing a little cat and mouse, so we acted as if we were very sick, and went to the bathroom, where we sneaked out, and into the van as rapidly as possible..wander when we’ll see them again
so off to Basel, arrived at the hotel, checked in, but they acted a little strange..and said there was no reservation, but gave us the keys anyway, .. It felt a bit fishy, so I called the venue-owner, and he said that that was an old call sheet we received from our agency,..long story short..we had sleeping place in the venue!
so we left those crazy people for what they were, and drove to the venue
apparently Basel had just recovered from a 3-day-Carnaval, so it was awkwardly quiet in the city
arrived at the venue, met up with the owner called Ueli, really cool guy, unloaded, set up, checked the sound, had a lovely amazing dinner, and hit the sack for an hour or so
showtime..had a very good time on stage, it was the so called Première, and it was so nice, that we decided to call every show from now on, Première..it gives us a warm feeling
afterwards we had the usual, and met some lovely cd-lp-buying Basel-people…
we learned a couple of Swiss words..like this one; CHUCHICHÄSCHTLI …pronounced; SCHOESCHISCHESCHTLIE…forgot the meaning of it though..
we (me and E) hit the sack around 1.30 am .. responsible young and what not..
we got awakened by a doorbel that kept going on and on, it was 6.15 am and I had a feeling it wasn’t a stranger that was making all the noise, to which point Machine came walzing through our bedroom naked (apart from his slip) & talking very strange language, some swiss I was guessing
anyway, short story long, he went back to bed
and I woke him up an hour later with a BANG
hahaha got you there
started loading the van, and headed towards the next stop..Schwäbisch Hall…
we had a pit stop on the way (it’s only 340 km drive today) to grab a bite, E took out the garbage from the car, and tossed it in a bin and started screaming..I asked what was wrong, and she’d thrown her wallet in it, along with the trash!!
I didn’t hesitate and dove in, saved the wallet, and became a 2 minute hero
after lunch Hertog started driving, and we became aware of the strangest smell…
Hertog said ‚it smells like Kerosine’ so a tiny panic-rush came over us..but, while following our noses, it became clear that the smell came from the back where Machine was sitting..and it became stronger every time he started laughing..that’s when we realised..it’s his late-night-snack/drink that’s starting to lead a life of it’s own inside the Machine itself!
WINDOW OPEN AT ALL TIME!!
had the afternoon-nap, and went to the venue
cool underground punky place
set up, sound checked, you know how it goes and left for dinner
dinner, lovely, nice warm people
Machine was a bit silent at dinner though..
anyway, had a cool time on stage, nice crowd,
they were happy, as were we, & Paula started dancing
we left earlier than normal back to the hotel, tomorrow’s another day (I think it also had to do with the Jägermeister that the lovely people from the venue kept pouring us..it does strange things with a human)
here it is, today Göttingen..
first stop on the way was kind of weird, Hertog was mumbling craziness all the time, and harassing all the women he ran into…one woman wasn’t all happy..she came in, and Hertog said..Aah ge hebt ook sletsen’ which means, you also have lofers .. the word sletsen, can be interpreted in German as tramp, so she was really REALLY not pleased at all with his remark..so Hertog decided to shut up for a while .. hoping it’ll get better after his next nap (he’s constantly sleeping in the van!) amazing that he didn’t get slapped in the face though..
arrived in Gôttingen, hotel, check, swimming pool!!!!, check
Machine was constantly saying ‚„the state of the circle”, how is the state of the circle, it’s for the state of the circle, followed by ‚it is in the interest of the codes..CODES CODES CODES, followed by a series of codes..I’m not sure what he’s trying to say, but we joined him anyway, full out!
went for dinner @ an african place, which wasn’t quite as african as one can expect (apart from the drawnings of wild African beasts) but nice
lovely bunch those people in Göttingen
we drove off, direction hotel, gass-station on the way for the midnight snack..that’s when we always by something weird local..this time it was UNDERBERG
SUNDAY STYLE.. the machine was still mumbling his codes back and forth
it’s all in the interest of the codes, and we agree on that
so, next stop is Hamburg
see you there