A somewhat random inspection had me detained at the airport… they cited questionable liquids, mostly green in color.
By the time they bought the allegation that my ‘great aunt’ in Italy was an avid collector of small liquor bottles & I was breaking no international travel laws, it was too late to board, so I got shuffled onto the flight for tomorrow morning… Gott sei Dank!
There’s no way to tell the stories from Italy without years of reflection & therapy, so Ima post pics in RANDOM order, & will add captions & comments as memory slowly returns… TRANQUILO!
It becomes more difficult being incognito in a French provincial city somewhere just southwest of Paris when a) i speak very poorly when faking it in French, they immediately hear my Louisianian drawl & point their nosehairs in my general direction.
Nevertheless, the squadron landed yesterday here in Nogent le Rotrou on a night off which shoulda been a gig in Paris, but the promoters had blown it some weeks back. I got to see the venue a day ahead, even got the chance to visit a little farm in the countryside with some massive dogs, horses & scooters. Had dinner with the Black Rippers, a local band here who oeganized the festival. Called it an early night & Keko and I played blackgammon & Scopa till 1 or so.
Slept in till 10:50, made it to my 11am appointment & convinced the rather fetching sandy blond Frisseurin to blacken the whitewalls. While i waited she brought me a gardening magazine & a gossip mag. After i thumbed through through the celebpix, she returned to the rack & cutely apoligized & handed me a couple car magazines. They had a good giggle.
On the walk back to the hotel to get ready for soundczeck, i ran into Derek Smalls, the bassist of Spinal Tap.
Then i realized it was only Keko, my drummer, who’d just gotten a Fuzztones makeover. Bravo!
the "before"... Keko wants to fork Mark Lane in the backside...
Another nice dinner courtesy of the Rippers, powernap at the hotel, & we go on in 45minutes, so gotta start tilling my hair. Be seeing you, l’Arsenal!
The first night is still a blur, but hopefully some pics & videos will eventually surface. The next day was gorgeous weather like the first, but the first signs of chem-trails told us to pack our shite from the Melkweg & get the hell outta Dodge.
Coulda sworn it was the Paradiso… oh no, that’s just the Paradise Wallpaper:
I like truth in advertising… & tasty pie
Faithful crew bonding at rest stops…
Keko, Halb-Thruthan & Steppel...
Before this trip, I hadn’t spent any more than 12 hours in Belgium at one time, & now we spent an entire weekend in a town of 43,000 people, & which is best known for being the town of a famous child murderer… the crew thought all my wisecracks about Belgium being the “Wisconsin” of Europe were an exaggeration until they googled this town, Dendermonde. Anyway, props out to the promoters for hooking us up in this charming little B&B:
The show was fabulous, the people were great, Belgians are a great audience for sure. We drank a lot. Thew next day was full of shopping adventures & the club was kind enough to let us rehearse before packing up our gear… so after 2 gigs on the tour, we finally had our first REHEARSAL!…
Today the sun is shining, & we are off to Sittard in the Netherlands…
To do a full recap of the events as they transpired yesterday night in Amsterdam would take much longer than I have before we are to be onstage tonight in Dendermonde, Belgium, so I just wanna put it out there that I have yet to have experienced an “opening night” gig as fantastic as the one we had at the Melkweg last night. Wow! hats off to the amazing crew, the cool opening band, the adorable monitor gal Fiona who made us sound sweet to our own ears… and big hats off to Mark, Keko, me, Lana & Rudi for pulling off such an awesome set without any rehearsal other than 6 or 7 songs at soundczeck.
My Kodak moment was looking at the setlist, seeing Romilar D & having to ask Mark Lane “dude, which note does this one start on?”… somehow it all came back & no one was the wiser.
My buddy Troy & some friends accompanied me & the band back to our hotel with the promise of a rollick on the piano in the bar downstairs, only to find the bar closed. I suggested to the young lad runnign the show that if he didn’t do as I insist & let us in the bar to drink and stain his paino, that we would be forced to party in the room upstairs, & if he had to come tell us to keep it down it would be more work for him. He didn’t seem to mind, & it was a roc knroll hotel, so… the rest is a blur & I think no pictures were taken.
Then we stopped at a predetermined rendez vous point with coordinates near the frontier… With the trusty assistance of peripheral reconnaisance icons Jaymo Twisted Wreckage & TroyJay, an arsenal that had my required gauge bass strings was found & we met this chap…
Who hooked us up with the first copies of the new CD to unleash upon the Dutch faithful…
And away we go…
So without any further ado, we made a pit stop to shake hands with our best friends, gather various cold sundries & strange stares from the bewildered local denizens of, er, Osnabruck?
So it’s 5:05am, just left the bar with guitar and suitcase in hand towards Flughafen Tegel to catch the 6:55 to Vienna. It’s been about 16 months since I’ve done a gig with FTB, otherwise known as ‘The Fearless Crew’ & i’m well excited. I haven’t been to Vienna since a little holiday with my sister & mother about 6 years ago, & this will be my first concert in the city that Mozart built.
Going to meet a friend from Cirque Rouge for lunch today, so oughta get some rest when we get to the hotel. Ttfn.