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