May 31, 2010
mit RvZ Band
mit RvZ Band
We have a tour van for four days. I haven't named her yet because we haven't quite bonded and most likely won't. Yesterday Tom, Willy, and myself took off for Arnstadt in Eastern Germany. The journey was absolutely beautiful with rolling hills and lush countryside filling our scape. Jungfer is a blues/rock bar and has hosted all of the rockers of the past. Even Vicki Vomit played there once so it was my time. I haven't been able to eat food properly for a week so the Bratwursts that greeted me for dinner time scared me yet the hunger forced me to dive in. I payed the price later on. We were shown our quarters...close your eyes and imagine Vicky Vomit in his sheep pajamas. Willy then volunteered to make the night drive back to Gottingen where safe accoms awaited. We sound checked, we waited, we frolicked, we waited. It was the Eurovision Finale and Football Match this night as well and with over 15 million Germans glued to their tellies, we weren't sure if there would be a show. This is my life kids. It can change and will. When it is out your hands at the present moment you make the best of it. Eventually peeps came but we were warned by the owner we would not be getting our full pay which was crap to start with. What to do? Pack up and go or play for partial pay. I hate these situations. We played and gave it our all as usual. The people there were great and loved the show. I must admit i was sad and felt broken hearted but saved face. We packed up, I got my modest fee, a pat on the cheek and speech from the owner on how lucky i should be to play for these people. It took all my strength not to drop him right there. With a deep breath i jumped in the van and drifted off into a dream of gardens, swimming holes, running trails, Eddy and Maude, and hay season. Thank you to my band mates, Tom and Willy, for being so understanding. We are looking forward to BLUESFEST in Ingolstadt. Yeehah!
Schonbrunn Nr. 2
mit RvZ Band!
Made it back to Germany on the ever so stressed Easy Jet only to be greeted by my faithful compadre, Mckinley Black. We walked the rainy streets of Berlin dragging my Scheisse Koffer and guitars behind looking for shelter from the storm. We found it. From this point I remember playing a kick ass show at Location in Bad Salzuflen with Tom and Willy and then off to LSH in Holzminden to play for the kids, and then much to my joy I ended up in Romi Mayes tour van and we were off to Isernhagen for a show at the Blues Garage. At this point the journey gets weird. I am struck with a high fever and disappear into the mothering arms of Hotel California for 3 days. When I emerge, I am 4 kg lighter, pale, dizzy, and looking for the train station. Hotel and Club owners, Henry and Ramona, are more than accommodating and eventually I am medicated and on a train bound for Holzminden. It is here, in Hotel Katja, where I finally heal, start eating food again (sort of), and get to watch Planet Earth over and over again. By day six I can walk for more than five minutes and feel as though I may be able to rock Gottingen as scheduled.
So we did. We rocked Gottingen at Norgelbuff and it hurt only mildly due to years of JEDI Warrior training. After the gig Tom and I drove to his house but couldn't actually get there because that part of the city had been evacuated due to the accidental digging up of a 1000 pounf WWII bomb. Nothing seems to phase me anymore. We waited then found another way in.
Groner Str. 23
opening for Romi Mayes
Bad Salzuflen, Germany
I always look forward to my show at Berlin Guitars. The people kind of get my jokes and they know the music. Makes me feel loved. Thank you Leonard for once again putting on a great show. Mckinley Black, songwriter extraordinaire, was an angel and took me to the airport at 5 am to make my flight to Gatwick. YOU ARE A SWEET SOUL! Thank you. The airport made my stomach vibrate. Thousands of people lined up to catch flights. I barely made it. Barely. Annie, my publisher, picked me up from Gatwick and we rushed off to Brighton to rock out for the masses at the Great Escape Music Festival. Hamish was there which set my mind at ease. No one grooves like the brotha. Thank you Tim Turan for drumming like you did. It kicked. Now i am in Oxford hoping my flight goes back to Germany so I can finish up those dates.
The Great Escape Music Festival
The Queens Hotel
1-5 King St
Show at 1:15 pm
With slightly shaky legs and help from my strong mountain friends, I managed to stumble onto the ICE train to Stuttgart. Once in Stuttgart I discovered that my gig was actually in a small town at the end of the SBahn. My Puppet Theater debut was wonderful and both Gregor and Cindy made me feel loved and welcome. Thank you to all the people who made it through the storm to see the show.
I was then off to Alfeld, way up in the north to rock for the masses. Have I lost my creative flow or did I ever have it?
I ended up at the Kunsthof in Friedrichsrode today with Willy on bass and Tom on drums. It was a tough show but we made it through. It was kind of neat to see the front row singing along to my lyrics. Warms the heart really. Off to Berlin tomorrow. Yikes.
12 noon show mit Band!
Professor Propstls Puppentheater
im ehemaligen Löwen, Backanger Straße 3, 71546 Großaspach
So i went south. South to Basel on the ICE train and played a wonderful show at Kultur Pavilion. Unfortunately I was super ill with something but managed to make it through the evening only to be welcomed with open arms at my hotel on the Rhein River. Well not exactly. Thank you to the friendly and loving people of the Kultur Pavilion, especially Barbara and Aernschd for taking such good care of me.
Now I am up in the mountains back in the fairy tale land with Sally the faithful dog. I am looking out over Todtnauberg and it's little ski inns and guest houses. Unfortunately I am too ill to make my usual run into the forest but it also feels good to sit on the couch and watch it from afar. Thank you Andreas and Tine, Julian and Philip for taking me in.
Canal 21 TV
Meisenstrasse 65- Halle 12
live at 20:00
My journey from Sweden through Denmark into Germany was gorgeous. The coolest part was when the train went on the ferry and we crossed the sea. Wow, we have progressed. Well that and everyone and their dog has an Iphone except for me. Mine is primitive. The hustle and bustle of Hamburg made me dizzy but I soon found comfort in the Grogg Hotel of Rock n Roll. 29 Euros for a purple bed and sink. Heaven. I played a tv show and then an acoustic set at Makrele. At this point of the journey, my rolly suitcase exploded from the weight of the CDs and guitar pedals. Poo. So now i have a crappy new suitcase that has already died a painful death. Bielefeld now has me in its arms and I am opening for a Goth Metal Band for Canal 21 Television. You can't say my life is boring. I think I am going to buy some knitting needles and make a scarf. It is 7 degrees and raining thus I am thinking midnight purple wool or something similar. Okay, time for soundcheck. Missing You Casual Arlock!