Oh yeah… at some point we managed to do a gig as well…
So our host Kamil, a man of few words who somehow always seemed to escape the camera’s eye, met us at the train station to greet the circus and get our asses and gear into taxis to the hotel — nice city, Warsaw. It was grey and cold just like they said it would be.
Our hotel was conveniently situated a nasty traffic jam away from the venue as the cab flies — but there was a 24Hour Tesco and Media Markt right next door, where you can buy…..
BABYMEAT! (apologies to Justin)
…or, more foreshadowing, natch…
So after a little rest and refreshment at the hotel…
So aaaaaaaaaannnnnyhoo — after a breif power nap, it was off to work. Met up with our pals the Last Days of Jesus in the Lobby. Didn’t get fotos of both gangs, but it sounds rather biblical: “Frank the Baptist and The Last Days of Jesus waiting for golden taxis in the lobby of a hotel in Warsaw” – kinda like an elegant tabloid headline, dontcha think?
They weren’t too thrilled with hauling a guitarist in the trunk of a taxi through Warsaw, so I went solo in cab number three, thinking i’d be 45 minutes late to soundczech– my cabbie made me over an hour late anyway, & I had to get Frankie to get someone on the phone to guide the driver in. Turns out, the club had the best intentions and the least equipment, so there was no soundczech** for details on the ensuing hours and fiascos of behind the scene workings, visit Jaymo’s account of the day at: twistedwreckage.com/blog
The club had already opened by the time the gear finally arrived, and by then we were already waiting… meeting new folks, running into old friends, etc.
So then we had lotsa time to kill till we were due to play at 11 — which we knew was two hours too ambitious. The hardest part was to remain sober, and not drink too much outta boredom.
But hey, enough o’ my yakkin…… we still had work to do.
…some of the hottest peppers since Mera Luna… Jaymo still contends they only made him blush.
So here ’tis, lads and lasses, my humble yet feeble attempt at keeping a ship’s log of the shenanigans this clumsy crew of classy gents gets into on the road in the great rock’n’roll battlefield has found a gorgeous new dwelling with an amazing view — the windows thrown open wide–
live updates – crappy fotos – serious damage control editing after the fact, so get there early. This is a continuation of an occasional blog theme i began when i joined Frank’s band of merry pranksterz.
This log has been activated on October 14th – about 58 hours before leaving port…
on the Warsaw Express…