Where do you start when you talk about a tour?
¿We could talk about loading a van, but that wouldn’t be very interesting, would it? Or about the 20 hour trip over to Cologne, but we’ve erased it from our memories (especially the snoring), let’s start at the start. There are 8 of us, Coma, Masid, Karl, Miquel and Rafa, and as most of you know, Joselito, our “Next Big Thing” Technician, David, AKA “The Boss”, our guardian angel, producer and manager. And Lorena, road manager, and babel fish, the only one who can communicate in the strange languages native to the Franco-Germanic border. So there we are, 8 gigs ahead of us, lots of pillows and blankets in the van, and a suspicioun that various members suffer from Diogenes syndrome. The adventure awaited us, and the anticipated cold of Germany, never came. Sun, sun, sun, German hospitality (something we could get used to), green landscapes, animals everywhere and typically German, generous, fun, receptive, warm, sociable audiences...
The plan day to day went as follows: Wipe the sleep from our eyes and do the housework. Prepare breakfast (boiled eggs, toast…etc.), get food, cook, hunt for wifi (never a happy task), eat, find the gig. In the van on the way to the gigs: Fight not to drive on the return, get on Lorena’s nerves (who had to check all the itinerary for the gig), break Miquel and Joselito´s balls (in shifts), take pictures of lightweight band members who couldn’t stay awake. And TOM ourselves into frightening circles of German countryside before finally arriving, raring to play!
There were 8 gigs in all, each more spectacular than the last with countless tales to be told. From massive stages to teeny tiny ones (where we had to support the amps on beer crates!). Massive gigs and little gigs, though always offering plenty of beer and providing typically German, warm, friendly, supportive, receptive, help. We crossed no real language problems, music is an international language, Coma learned 3 sentences that went down successfully at every gig, and when in doubt we had Lore, our resident Babel Fish. Our support groups had many different styles, but were all sublime in their delivery, so once again “dankeschön” to all of you. We encountered sound equipment, which for better or for worse, forced our resident “Next Big Thing” Technician to honour his well-deserved nickname. And always, always a typically Germany, moving, devoted, warm, friendly audiences that asked for encores, but there was no need, we didn’t leave in the first place! Upon the return to the hotel, we devoured whatever was in the fridge (a musician never knows where his next meal will come from), a few rounds of round the fireplace poker and off to bed…hardly very rock. Nor should it have been, we mostly had farm animals for groupies, have you ever given birth to a calf in the middle of a rock tour?
Then we reached Berlin and our peace was rudely shattered. We met our Spanish friends who had flown over to enjoy the Berlin nightlife, may we assure you all that they weren’t disappointed! All for the good of the group, of course. We handed out flyers until the wee hours, and even did a small street gig with instruments lent to us by a passing pedestrian (we love you Trinidad!). Anyone who managed not to hear us that night must have been at home. We’d be able to fill pages and pages of the fun we had on this tour that, in short, was nothing short of spectacular, especially regarding the music, because the German audience not only respected, but appreciated the music that we brought to them, warm, devoted, friendly, appreciative, loveing, respectful, we’re already preparing the next tour! Dankeschön.
To the gigs: Sonne (Herne), Rack ‘n’ Roll (Remscheid), Stadthalle (Walsrode), Meisenfrei Blues Club (Bremen), Rocker (Hannover), Garage (Peine), Ex ‘n’ Pop (Berlín) y Four Rooms (Leipzig)
Our supports: Heiser, Vs. All, Probably Insane, Placid Planet, State of Evidence, Fräulein Paula y Stroke of Grace… sois la bomba
And to others on the way: To Achim Kranich for the photography. To Max: we love you. To Herr Doktor and his family. To Rafa’s friends for being unconditional ones. To Trinidad for her guitar. To the English girls for the party. To the Sonne girls for the “Birthday Mars”. To everyone who came to see us. And to El Mundo de Tulsa for your collaboration. To everyone who helped back in Spain. If we’ve forgotten anyone, thanks for not being angry!.