Thursday 22nd February - Cologne Gebaude 9
Today the funbus arrives in Cologne. We marvel at the Cathedral and wonder around town in search of shower gel and so forth. Tonight's venue is in an industrial part of town, and in the cold light of day appears quite menacing. Prize for best rider of the tour so far should be awarded to the promoter here. Fine food, haribo, beer, wine and Jim Beam all present and correct.
Now, the soundcheck for tonight's show was something of a personal low point for me. It appears that the bass bins are situated beneath my feet on the stage, and so a mere kick drum would vibrate up my legs causing my bowel (already under duress from large quantities of local ale) to shake. By the time we play a full song, I am on the verge of vomiting, from the sheer intensity of sound. I opt for a lie down to try and get it together, and a hearty meal and glass of red wine puts me in a better frame of mind.
Another good show tonight, I think the highlight being when we come back on for an encore of "Yours and Mine" and Robin decides to go on an impromptu meet and greet of the crowd. Garo follows suit, but seems to get carried away talking to someone about the last time he was in Cologne. Poor G is stuck behind the kit wondering what in God's name we were up to. As the gear is packed down we cook up an impromptu samba session with any available percussive instuments whilst Garo plays javelin with G's drum mat. Our spirit's are raised further upon arriving at our top notch hotel, in which we get a room each. I consult the minbar prices, and deem them reasonable enough to get a bit of chocolate on beer on the go before hitting the pillow. The good times keep a rolling...
Friday 23rd February - Magdeburg Projekt 7
The architecture of this fair town is a site to behold. Pink buildings, yellow buildings. orange buildings. Nice. Tonight's venue is a students Union with a big stage. And as sound wizard Morty blasts "Black in Black" through the huge PA I am dazzled by sheer sonic force. We sit down for dinner, and cinnamon is liberally sprinkled on our plates, under the false pretence it was pepper. Oh how we laughed!
Walking onstage to Pink Floyds "Interstellar Overdrive" we saunter up for gig number seven in as many days. "Sun In Your Eyes" seems to be going down increasingly well each night with the brass freakout section. The room full of students lap it up, and so in traditional style a beer or two is cracked open. At this point, I think the bad version of me took hold of proceedings. The next morning I am confronted with camera footage of me headbutting the dressing room wall with a loaf of bread over my head. Surely, a You Tube classic in waiting...
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