Weimar... Thuringen Bratwürst, Alexander Lang and Ice Cream on the side of the road

Weimar.

Our second time there.
Same venue: Zum Falcon.
We arrived around 5:30pm.

We went directly to Alexander Lang's house. He lives literally 1 minute away from Zum Falcon, the venue. We met Alex when we first played in Zum Falcon last year, when the ever-lovely Wiebke (whom I met through Wes Knight, the ex-Triker a few years back in Vancouver. She saw a few shows from the old Trike and we stayed in contact) booked our show and made a crazy-cool poster for us.

We chatted and ate some food. He talked about living and working on construction sites in Prague, where the gypsy workers (who literally did NOT have homes) would build little houses out of debris on the site, and pee in the corners. He said it was frustrating at times, but the workers were all really nice... just lazy.

We went to the venue and met ...., the bartender who had started cooking a meal for us. We had two half-litre bottles of Weimar beer each (Ineke had Polish beer) and talked about making out with strange people and absurd anti-dancing laws in Vancouver and New York.

The bartender told me that before they would book all sorts of bands without checking out their myspace/ website, and only recently they started checking out the music. Apparently they had a band play recently who was so painful to listen to that the majority of the audience left, so they realized they should use some discretion. Now, music nights, for her, are much more enjoyable.

We went back to Alex' house and rehearsed Jacq; a song we rarely do because Xania doesn't like playing it. Alex loved it. I played a new song I've been writing (I might put the lyrics below). It wasn't perfect, but Alex still liked it.

We went back to set up. Falcon is one of those joints without a sound-person, so we had to rig up everything ourselves. There were concerns that they might not have enough cables, or even a second mic... but after some digging we found everything.

The Weimar beer had started going to my head a bit, so I had to lay off the booze. If I perform drunk I call the audience assholes (ie. like the show in Victoria at Logan's Pub!!) and fuck up all the arrangements. It ends up being pretty entertaining (like watching a car crash) but I never remember it the next day...

The show went well. Two young guys were dancing like crazy in front. The place was packed. Alex said it's because of internet promotion that he and others did (I love when people help us promote shows!). He also said apparently there was nothing else going on in Weimar last night so we were the main attraction. The MAIN ATTRACTION!!! That's so exciting. Played Jacq and Let's Jog as encores. They went over well! The only problem was the bartender, who was a bit perturbed because we were pretty loud and bassy. (Dammit, we needed to get people dancing! Germans and dancing don't exactly go together)(Plus, that's what you get when we do sound ourselves ;P)

Sold four CDs. Florence, who did the radio interview last time we were there, showed up. An old guy who played with ZZ Top once in the eighties was there. He slapped Xania's bum ten times.

And the bartender said

I love Weimar. It's cozy and pretty. It feels so calm. There is so much music in the streets; classical buskers everywhere. Weimar is the home of Schïller, Liszt and Goethe, and of course the Weimar Republic. There is much history in those streets. And the architecture and colours of the buildings are really stunning. And old. You can really imagine why Schïller, Liszt and Goethe lived there for so long. Everyone seems so happy and calm.

This morning we were invited for breakfast (after partying til 5am and sleeping til 9:30) at Carsten's friend's place. Everyone was in a hilarious mood and there was nonstop potty humour, whilst we shovelled down buns with nutella, jam, fruits, lox and tomatoes... we joked about my brother's band name, Pooprider... you can imagine the jokes that emerged. I won't reiterate them here, out of fear of you guys judging me for being immature; cause I'm not immature. SHUDDUP!

Wandered around Weimar, bought a German phrasebook, postcard for Uncle Flayve, Thoringen bratwürst and blank CDs. Now we are off to Leipzig. I've never ever ever been there before!!!

Here is the song I started writing in Mijn Sherenland, when we were recording with Ron. Xania added a section as well:

Ice Cream On The Side Of The Road
(Taylor/Keane)

If you're gonna wake up
with the sun spilling on your legs
well you got another lover
got another lover
and if you're gonna wake up
with black clouds don't be impatient
cause impatience is another
another kinda cancer
i coulda told you last week
that i knew about your lover
but i thought it didn't matter
the issue kinda splattered

on my socks and shoes
and everything went white
whiter than ice scream on the side of the road
i lost my toes
when i took another step off the curb

if you're gonna fall asleep
in traffic horns a'blasting
well i guess you're getting action
dirty late night action
and if your cappuccino has a
heart shaped in the crema
well i guess the lust is lasting
lust is never taxing
and if you drained your pool
with the autumn leaves a'falling
well i guess i won't come over
won't wander through your clover
i miss the cliffs of dover
the issue kinda splattered

on my socks and shoes
and everything went white
whiter than ice scream on the side of the road
i lost my toes
when i took another step off the curb

oh mother
why won't you pay attention to me now
(she's got a lot on her plate)
oh mother
the sun stopped sparkling on my brow
(she's not listening)
oh mother
there are crimes
committed
by people who are sinners
not me

reality skewed in the morning
mourning normalcy
job was boring
but if i could only have it back
if the apple could only
go back to the way it was
rotten in the back
of a dying bug
hit me with it father
i will never bother
can never say a word
only shriek animal sounds
they quiver the ground
hide your face with your scarf
i will disappear
into your inner ear
the issue's gonna splatter

on my socks and shoes
and everything went white
whiter than ice scream on the side of the road
i lost my toes
when i took another step off the curb