Germany!! Very exciting!!! Our first gig out of the region known as 'Eindhoven'.
we thought of quit soon in our preparation proces was that it would not
to mention the war while on stage in Aachen, so that immediately
the main topic of all our coming rehearsels. We still had about two weeks
the 'big event' so we managed to get the war out of our heads and with
'tabula rasa' we got all our stuff together, pushed ourselves in that little
car mr. Metal
and went on our way to some medievel sounding town in the very south of
monarchy (some people ironically call it 'democracy').
the following course of my little writing this political aspect will become
any reader at this point can probably imagine because it has something to
eah,…. let's say,.. the war. Let me explain,.. In our neighbour country
they also have
least some sort of political apparatus that can said to be democratically
years ago however, things were pretty different. A very typical guy with
leader back then. Now, it was that very guy who liked it very much to
houses with very big walls for his very own safety (a.k.a. 'bunkers').
at a given time that poor little man got in trouble with his own suicidallic
was not able to survive that confrontation.
happened then was that other (mainly German) people took over those big
re-designed them, made some interior-changes and most important: they no
it 'bunkers' but 'musik-bunkers'. Now the problem was that we had to play
in Aachen there were more than one such bunkers given the
and name descibed above
(in whole Germany there are probably a zilion
we had to find the right one.
alow me first to go back to the point where we were able to get ourself
'de luxe' car and
for a camping (can you feel the bad vibes connotated
that word). Ariving
at that evil place we immediately started acting like we were on
called 'pretending' and the nice thing about it is that if you can pretend
whole atmosphere changes and you start to think that it is all for real).
that was more or less the
state of mind we were in that very moment of our lives,
you know, it's the ideal time for doing a
lot of soul-searching so after we all
of that mysterious thing everybody seems
to have, we were able
draw a very dramatic
weeks of preparation, practising, rehearsing and
about a peculiar
happened fifty years ago, we forgot only
looked aroud the hippie-circle
we were siting
in to confirm the awful fact,
so we did;
was the first one to speak:
we actually a
was true. Unable to deny, my heart sank in
were only four
of us, it
was a plain and simple fact.
had left a crucial element in our being-together
is a rockband without a bassplayer??? I felt sick and my ventral voices
me to puke but I fought back and was able to resist the temptation of letting
I think back everything feels more like a dream but photographs don't lie.
don't worry, now I can only be glad that in the end everything worked out
a nice weekend, tnx Germany, see ya,..