Denmark.
First show was in Vordingborg; a small (14,000) town with charming inhabitants and a pleasant feel. Everybody in town was at the high school for a film festival, but we had a decent audience of about 20, 25 people... (including the peeps who worked there and the other band, the fantastic, almost-signed Vinnie Woo... check em out).
We got paid very well, but the audience was small. No matter. people were into us. We delivered, I thought. Sold one CD. Drank a few beers and chatted with an intense bald guy named Geer about Danish filmmakers and Danish politics. Learned a few Danish phrases, which I have since forgot, of course.
They treated us like gold. A filling dinner, nuts, pop, drinks of all sorts. Chatted with Vinnie Woo about Copenhagen and Pusher Street, and the gangs... interesting stuff. Christania, which is a squat I have heard about a million times... and how it has changed over the years.
Next stop was Aarhus. We played at Fairbar. The crowd was relatively sedate until 10 young peeps walked in boldly and started dancing and smiling almost instantly. They MADE the show for us. One of them looked like the Nordish version of Joey Ramone. He talked at length about us afterwards and my head swelled to gargantuan proportions, BUT at the same time, said he would never listen to us at home (he is a metal head, to boot). `You're a live band' he stated. We went to a party that night until 5 am then crashed at yet another couchsurfer's place.
Anyway, now we are in Copenhagen. Today we will go to Christania to busk and see if we can play a show there. Who knows?
I still don't have a strong feel as to what the Danes are all about. I know they once had Norway and Sweden and there is still some bitterness towards both countries since they lost their control. Those vikings, I tell ya! Perhaps in the next few days we will find out more about what makes them tick.
And in five days we head to Sweden. I'm still waiting to hear back from a couple of friends about visiting them on the way to Stockholm, or the way back. Would be nice.
Tak
Ciao
Stephen
Monday, April 27, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
CDs that don't work, obnoxious friends in Hamburg and "The Big Hit"
Hamburg.
We were on a radio show in Weimar; Florence's radio show.
Sending songs to Florence, because her CD didn't work. This is the third time that a CD hasn't worked for a fan who bought it in the last week. Time has come to get them properly pressed... Gots to do it... however, as usual, we need money first.
I think we will busk today. The two items on the agenda: to BUSK and to have a MEETING. Our record label, Capsule, folded, so now we are back left to our own devices. We have to... HAVE to get our stuff on itunes, along with many many other things.
Watched "The Big Hit" last night. It was pretty bad but I couldn't stop myself from watching it til the end, even though my eyelids were dropping constantly.
We played in Hamburg and our dear friend, Alexander was trying to sell CDs afterwards and two girls said "they have their tunes on myspace. That's fine with me. I don't need their album" and right away, I was thinking, okay, let's make them 30 second samples on myspace aside from perhaps ONE full song available. That kinda pissed me off. I mean, I GUESS I understand it, but still... depressing.
That night was a pretty fun show, aside from the sound being wayyyyyyyy too quiet (neighbours). A lot of the usual suspects were there, and it was fun having them. Made enough cash to keep things going for a few days.
We were invited by a longtime friend to go to Cubik; a club. We finally got everything together to go, and left... I had a nice chat with metal K about her feature film idea en route, but my other friend was super drunk and started making fun of me about my age. She was being really drunk and obnoxious. I was put off. So, two blocks away from the club, at 3:20am, wandering down a cold cold street, X and I decided to return. But it was good because we had a nice long chat about the state of Trike, goals for the band etc. It was really nice because with Ineke, I find we get unfocused... different energies. We NEED focus right now. We have a few shows soon but lots of time off, so we have to sort out a LOT of gritty shit; including goals, promotion etc... not to mention planning for getting to shows etc in the next while.
We wanted to busk today but other things seem to be taking over: Planning, getting bus tickets because driving in Scandanavia is a bitch etc.
Truth is, I've been getting a bit exhausted from touring. My back was SUCH a bitch since my fall in Prague. It has been getting better, however, and now feels much better than even a week ago. But asides from that, both of us are really feeling the need to be more creative and productive. We're really happy with the new album and have to get it out, but we need a strategy to do so. We also have to sort out things re: website and getting label interest/ manager interest. Lots of things to sort out. Not to mention the basic necessities of feeding ourselves and ensuring we have cash coming in, which is where busking comes in.
Last year we were used to busking almost every day to survive... we've fallen off the wagon, gotten used to doing shows and getting paid, however measly, at times.
Ineke just said she might leave the tour early to return to Holland. Great. Dunno why exactly. Maybe she's tired of us and our antics. Guess we'll have to figure out transportation earlier now. Hope we can afford it.
Man, this tour has some high points, but much of it has been kinda disastrous. Some great shows... but now we're just feeling like sitting ducks. We have an album we're happy with and want to get it out, get exposure etc. At least...
We were on a radio show in Weimar; Florence's radio show.
Sending songs to Florence, because her CD didn't work. This is the third time that a CD hasn't worked for a fan who bought it in the last week. Time has come to get them properly pressed... Gots to do it... however, as usual, we need money first.
I think we will busk today. The two items on the agenda: to BUSK and to have a MEETING. Our record label, Capsule, folded, so now we are back left to our own devices. We have to... HAVE to get our stuff on itunes, along with many many other things.
Watched "The Big Hit" last night. It was pretty bad but I couldn't stop myself from watching it til the end, even though my eyelids were dropping constantly.
We played in Hamburg and our dear friend, Alexander was trying to sell CDs afterwards and two girls said "they have their tunes on myspace. That's fine with me. I don't need their album" and right away, I was thinking, okay, let's make them 30 second samples on myspace aside from perhaps ONE full song available. That kinda pissed me off. I mean, I GUESS I understand it, but still... depressing.
That night was a pretty fun show, aside from the sound being wayyyyyyyy too quiet (neighbours). A lot of the usual suspects were there, and it was fun having them. Made enough cash to keep things going for a few days.
We were invited by a longtime friend to go to Cubik; a club. We finally got everything together to go, and left... I had a nice chat with metal K about her feature film idea en route, but my other friend was super drunk and started making fun of me about my age. She was being really drunk and obnoxious. I was put off. So, two blocks away from the club, at 3:20am, wandering down a cold cold street, X and I decided to return. But it was good because we had a nice long chat about the state of Trike, goals for the band etc. It was really nice because with Ineke, I find we get unfocused... different energies. We NEED focus right now. We have a few shows soon but lots of time off, so we have to sort out a LOT of gritty shit; including goals, promotion etc... not to mention planning for getting to shows etc in the next while.
We wanted to busk today but other things seem to be taking over: Planning, getting bus tickets because driving in Scandanavia is a bitch etc.
Truth is, I've been getting a bit exhausted from touring. My back was SUCH a bitch since my fall in Prague. It has been getting better, however, and now feels much better than even a week ago. But asides from that, both of us are really feeling the need to be more creative and productive. We're really happy with the new album and have to get it out, but we need a strategy to do so. We also have to sort out things re: website and getting label interest/ manager interest. Lots of things to sort out. Not to mention the basic necessities of feeding ourselves and ensuring we have cash coming in, which is where busking comes in.
Last year we were used to busking almost every day to survive... we've fallen off the wagon, gotten used to doing shows and getting paid, however measly, at times.
Ineke just said she might leave the tour early to return to Holland. Great. Dunno why exactly. Maybe she's tired of us and our antics. Guess we'll have to figure out transportation earlier now. Hope we can afford it.
Man, this tour has some high points, but much of it has been kinda disastrous. Some great shows... but now we're just feeling like sitting ducks. We have an album we're happy with and want to get it out, get exposure etc. At least...
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thoughts en route to Frankfurt...
Listening to "Zombie Tragedy". It is fuckin' dancy as hell.
Last night, in Hamburg, Xania received an email from the dude from Capsule; two weeks after officially signing with them and being the "featured artist".
He said that the label has to fold. No more Capsule. Thereby, our brief flirtation with a record label (albeit, a digital label) is over. Back to square one.
And we are BAD when it comes to digital stuff. Yeah, we have a website, myspace, facebook group, but our tunes STILL aren't on itunes, rhapsody, or any of these places. It's silly. We have to get our stuff up online... and soon! But when it comes to that side of what we're doing, We're both really bad at it. We're struggling to get by on the road, making peanuts from gig to gig, with really no idea how we will continue to survive, and we haven't taken care of the basics: having music for sale etc.
We stayed with a chap named Robert in Hamburg who was giving us basic (and good) advice about sites we could tackle to get our tunes out there etc. And at this point, we REALLY need to. Our new album is pretty dancey and has the potential of getting good exposure, on dance floors and off... but we have to look at all our different avenues to get exposure/ play and sales.
It's hard to get ourselves in that mindset, but it has to happen.
Anyway, it is a sunny day. We're on the autoban en route to Offenbach am Main for our show at Hafen 2. I'm struggling with inner demons and Xania is making CDs in the backseat. All is well.
More soon...
xo
Stevie
ps. watch our music video, babes:
Last night, in Hamburg, Xania received an email from the dude from Capsule; two weeks after officially signing with them and being the "featured artist".
He said that the label has to fold. No more Capsule. Thereby, our brief flirtation with a record label (albeit, a digital label) is over. Back to square one.
And we are BAD when it comes to digital stuff. Yeah, we have a website, myspace, facebook group, but our tunes STILL aren't on itunes, rhapsody, or any of these places. It's silly. We have to get our stuff up online... and soon! But when it comes to that side of what we're doing, We're both really bad at it. We're struggling to get by on the road, making peanuts from gig to gig, with really no idea how we will continue to survive, and we haven't taken care of the basics: having music for sale etc.
We stayed with a chap named Robert in Hamburg who was giving us basic (and good) advice about sites we could tackle to get our tunes out there etc. And at this point, we REALLY need to. Our new album is pretty dancey and has the potential of getting good exposure, on dance floors and off... but we have to look at all our different avenues to get exposure/ play and sales.
It's hard to get ourselves in that mindset, but it has to happen.
Anyway, it is a sunny day. We're on the autoban en route to Offenbach am Main for our show at Hafen 2. I'm struggling with inner demons and Xania is making CDs in the backseat. All is well.
More soon...
xo
Stevie
ps. watch our music video, babes:
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Hamburg Show Last night... and New Video for "Do The Trikey"
Hamburg last night.
It was a blast. Really full! We did a few new songs: Ice Cream On The Side Of The Road. Carsten said he finally could see the sadness in our songs; the lyrics... sandwiched in a happy sound...
Not much else to say, aside from that it was a really fun second show in Hamburg for our 2009 tour.
Next Hamburg show: Saturday at Hasenschaukel.
PS: We have our new music video "Do The Trikey". Take a look:
It was a blast. Really full! We did a few new songs: Ice Cream On The Side Of The Road. Carsten said he finally could see the sadness in our songs; the lyrics... sandwiched in a happy sound...
Not much else to say, aside from that it was a really fun second show in Hamburg for our 2009 tour.
Next Hamburg show: Saturday at Hasenschaukel.
PS: We have our new music video "Do The Trikey". Take a look:
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Trike Euro Log: Strife In Greece
Bulgaria: played in Sofia in a bar called FANS. It was a hard rock/ metal bar, but they liked us anyway. At least, some of them did. One very tall fellow said many nice things to us afterwards. I cut the set a song short due to the pain I felt with every breath.
Now we're in Thessaloniki, Greece, staying with Marta, who had arranged a show for us in a place called Sknipa, but the gig wasn't solidified. I thought it was. Anyway, she fed us screwdrivers and we watched Youtube until 5am. Marta is originally from Toronto, but has lived here for ten years.
My fucking back isn't getting any better. Performing is not enjoyable feeling like this. Went to a clinic in Sofia, Bulgaria yesterday. They took an X-Ray of my back. My ribs are okay. Not broken. But there was a white dot on the x-ray. The woman's prognosis was bronchitis. I just find it strange that it would be in the same place as my pain, yet unrelated to the fall. The woman said it's probably a sprain. I don't know. I just know it fuckin' hurts. They gave me two different types of pills and lotion.
Bulgaria seemed like a nice place. Sorta wish we coulda spent more time there. In fact, I would have liked to, if I had known the next phase of the tour would be HELL. Costly, stressful and painful.
Thessaloniki, Greece. Travelled five hours to get here, but when we got here, we realized that without GPS or a VERY exact map, it's virtually IMPOSSIBLE to find your way anywhere. We got impossibly lost. None of the gas stations sold city street maps ("you get them in bookstores" I was told. Great). We drove around for hours and hours, doing U-Turns, getting into fights, crying... At one point, exhausted, I exclaimed "This tour is no longer fun. I can't handle this anymore". Perhaps travelling by train IS easier. I dunno.
There are also some personality conflicts and tension that is adding to the lack of enjoyment on the tour. I don't want to get into details on a public blog, but it's tense.
Tomorrow is Athens, but if my back feels the same, performing will be painful and NOT enjoyable. Well, enjoyable to a degree, but pain shooting through my back and torso every time I breathe. Two days ago I was hell-bent on cancelling the next phase of the tour. I still might, depending on how painful the next few shows are on my body.
Now we're in Thessaloniki, Greece, staying with Marta, who had arranged a show for us in a place called Sknipa, but the gig wasn't solidified. I thought it was. Anyway, she fed us screwdrivers and we watched Youtube until 5am. Marta is originally from Toronto, but has lived here for ten years.
My fucking back isn't getting any better. Performing is not enjoyable feeling like this. Went to a clinic in Sofia, Bulgaria yesterday. They took an X-Ray of my back. My ribs are okay. Not broken. But there was a white dot on the x-ray. The woman's prognosis was bronchitis. I just find it strange that it would be in the same place as my pain, yet unrelated to the fall. The woman said it's probably a sprain. I don't know. I just know it fuckin' hurts. They gave me two different types of pills and lotion.
Bulgaria seemed like a nice place. Sorta wish we coulda spent more time there. In fact, I would have liked to, if I had known the next phase of the tour would be HELL. Costly, stressful and painful.
Thessaloniki, Greece. Travelled five hours to get here, but when we got here, we realized that without GPS or a VERY exact map, it's virtually IMPOSSIBLE to find your way anywhere. We got impossibly lost. None of the gas stations sold city street maps ("you get them in bookstores" I was told. Great). We drove around for hours and hours, doing U-Turns, getting into fights, crying... At one point, exhausted, I exclaimed "This tour is no longer fun. I can't handle this anymore". Perhaps travelling by train IS easier. I dunno.
There are also some personality conflicts and tension that is adding to the lack of enjoyment on the tour. I don't want to get into details on a public blog, but it's tense.
Tomorrow is Athens, but if my back feels the same, performing will be painful and NOT enjoyable. Well, enjoyable to a degree, but pain shooting through my back and torso every time I breathe. Two days ago I was hell-bent on cancelling the next phase of the tour. I still might, depending on how painful the next few shows are on my body.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Crossing into Croatia with a Russian and a Big Fat Joint
We just started our drive to Bulgaria on a scary note. Ineke turned right onto train tracks, because a car had driven down there. She assumed it was a proper street. Next thing we know, we were sandwiched between a train and a silver car. Both the train and the car were honking at us. Finally, she turned right onto the street.
That's the fourth very scary moment during the tour. Once, she turned into three lanes of oncoming traffic in Haarlem, The Netherlands (she claimed it was because she was tired) and there were two other incidents involving driving into oncoming traffic.
Nevertheless, we're still here. Still alive. Despite some terrifying moments, her driving is getting better and more confident. Hell, I couldn't drive my way out of a paper bag.
We had an amaaazing show in Ljubljana. Even more people came this time. The guy with the toilet seat was there again, but without the toilet seat ("I tried to pull it off" he said. "It wouldn't come off!"). There was a guy there with a moustache who everyone called Daisy. He kept giving me the middle finger and calling me "American". "Go back to South Park!" he would yell. He was drunk. He spiced up the evening. At one point I poured beer on his head and he threw beer at me, splashing the keyboards. I quickly dried them off. He kept asking me to fight, but I said no. Firstoff, my back hurts like hell and secondly, I'm a pacifist.
We did almost 3 hours that night, and I had my busted back, too. It was a blast. Sold one of our new CD/slippers. Sanja filmed us, jumping onstage to get some up close and personal shots... The crowd was wacky and fun. We did a cover of Opus' "Live is Life" (which Leibach also covered, with their lead singer's über-baritone voice), which I remember from grade 7.
The next day we learned more about Leibach thanks to Tine and Sanja, who also took us into town so Xboxx could get her thyroid pills and I could pick up more CDs. Leibach is the Slovenian art movement that uses all sorts of nazi-type imagery and motifs. They push buttons and have been banned in various countries, but it's all very tongue-in-cheek, and in fact, it's a left-wing ideology. They showed us the keyboard player's partially burned books about Leibach: photos of his art pieces, collages, photos of Leibach album covers, their flag; pieces they did with armies of various countries... fascinating stuff. The keyboard player stayed at Rog and burned down half the building a couple of years ago. He also started dabbling in drugs and started to fall apart. Apparently now, he's back on track; whatever "back on track" means.
Then, off to Croatia. We had Dimitri and Sasha with us. We met them at the show. Sasha is from Thunder Bay but has a thick Russian accent he picked up living with Russians. However, he's only been here for 9 months, so we were suspicious. He's an anarchist obsessed with linguistics. He believes in the abolishment of the State and borders. He also believes in sardines.
We arrived at the Slovenian border without a toll-sticker we were supposed to have on the windshield and had to pay 150 euros. This sucks because we were told about it by Sanja earlier, but neglected to purchase one.
To make matters worse, we got to the Croatian border and they gave us the runaround. Dimitri was Russian and not allowed in Croatia, so we were also suspects. We were there for two hours. Ineke's car was searched head to toe, as were we. Xania had a fat joint in her camera bag which neither Ineke or I knew about, so she was sweating bullets as the two of us thought everything was peachy keen. She got the joint from a fan the night before. They put it in our donation jar. LUCKILY, even though it was a VERY thorough search, they didn't find it. Phew! She tossed it out of the window onto the rainy highway as we drove into Serbia
We drove to Belgrade, a good three hours late for our gig. We arrived at 10:30 but got extremely lost and started fighting. After asking about 15 people how to get there, a kind little sporty dude with a little flag got in the car and directed us there.
The show wasn't great. People at first seemed to like us and then lost focus. I don't know why. I feel we played well. I think the DJ didn't know how to set the levels properly. It sounded really high-EQ'ed and sharp. The nuances were all lost. I could barely hear my voice. It was one of our three worst gigs on this tour.
Whatever. A shitty show. So it goes. A couple of dudes approached me afterwards and said they liked us and invited us to an afterparty which lasted for two days. We hung out in Michael's place (also a musician), listening to music, doing lots of drugs and drinking, and occasional sleeping. It was fun. My back started to heal. We took the little dog for a walk. I had intense conversations about Serbia and Croatia, the US and NATO's unfair involvement in the turmoil (bombing Serbia for ten years, treating them like rats in a cage).
We return in about a week to play Belgrade and then Novi Sad. I am VERY intrigued by the politics of this region and want to learn more.
Now we go to Sofia, Bulgaria. Yippee! Apparently very cheap city/ country. Hope so. We've been losing money, especially after the border fiasco. Our CD is for sale through www.capsulerecords.com, but let's face it: people don't buy shit. At least they don't buy Trike shit. Not unless it's in person; at a show (or busking. We make money selling CDs while busking) ... or so it seems. Fuck 'em. Maybe they'll buy T shirts once we really get them going. Being an artist is an uphill battle.
That's the fourth very scary moment during the tour. Once, she turned into three lanes of oncoming traffic in Haarlem, The Netherlands (she claimed it was because she was tired) and there were two other incidents involving driving into oncoming traffic.
Nevertheless, we're still here. Still alive. Despite some terrifying moments, her driving is getting better and more confident. Hell, I couldn't drive my way out of a paper bag.
We had an amaaazing show in Ljubljana. Even more people came this time. The guy with the toilet seat was there again, but without the toilet seat ("I tried to pull it off" he said. "It wouldn't come off!"). There was a guy there with a moustache who everyone called Daisy. He kept giving me the middle finger and calling me "American". "Go back to South Park!" he would yell. He was drunk. He spiced up the evening. At one point I poured beer on his head and he threw beer at me, splashing the keyboards. I quickly dried them off. He kept asking me to fight, but I said no. Firstoff, my back hurts like hell and secondly, I'm a pacifist.
We did almost 3 hours that night, and I had my busted back, too. It was a blast. Sold one of our new CD/slippers. Sanja filmed us, jumping onstage to get some up close and personal shots... The crowd was wacky and fun. We did a cover of Opus' "Live is Life" (which Leibach also covered, with their lead singer's über-baritone voice), which I remember from grade 7.
The next day we learned more about Leibach thanks to Tine and Sanja, who also took us into town so Xboxx could get her thyroid pills and I could pick up more CDs. Leibach is the Slovenian art movement that uses all sorts of nazi-type imagery and motifs. They push buttons and have been banned in various countries, but it's all very tongue-in-cheek, and in fact, it's a left-wing ideology. They showed us the keyboard player's partially burned books about Leibach: photos of his art pieces, collages, photos of Leibach album covers, their flag; pieces they did with armies of various countries... fascinating stuff. The keyboard player stayed at Rog and burned down half the building a couple of years ago. He also started dabbling in drugs and started to fall apart. Apparently now, he's back on track; whatever "back on track" means.
Then, off to Croatia. We had Dimitri and Sasha with us. We met them at the show. Sasha is from Thunder Bay but has a thick Russian accent he picked up living with Russians. However, he's only been here for 9 months, so we were suspicious. He's an anarchist obsessed with linguistics. He believes in the abolishment of the State and borders. He also believes in sardines.
We arrived at the Slovenian border without a toll-sticker we were supposed to have on the windshield and had to pay 150 euros. This sucks because we were told about it by Sanja earlier, but neglected to purchase one.
To make matters worse, we got to the Croatian border and they gave us the runaround. Dimitri was Russian and not allowed in Croatia, so we were also suspects. We were there for two hours. Ineke's car was searched head to toe, as were we. Xania had a fat joint in her camera bag which neither Ineke or I knew about, so she was sweating bullets as the two of us thought everything was peachy keen. She got the joint from a fan the night before. They put it in our donation jar. LUCKILY, even though it was a VERY thorough search, they didn't find it. Phew! She tossed it out of the window onto the rainy highway as we drove into Serbia
We drove to Belgrade, a good three hours late for our gig. We arrived at 10:30 but got extremely lost and started fighting. After asking about 15 people how to get there, a kind little sporty dude with a little flag got in the car and directed us there.
The show wasn't great. People at first seemed to like us and then lost focus. I don't know why. I feel we played well. I think the DJ didn't know how to set the levels properly. It sounded really high-EQ'ed and sharp. The nuances were all lost. I could barely hear my voice. It was one of our three worst gigs on this tour.
Whatever. A shitty show. So it goes. A couple of dudes approached me afterwards and said they liked us and invited us to an afterparty which lasted for two days. We hung out in Michael's place (also a musician), listening to music, doing lots of drugs and drinking, and occasional sleeping. It was fun. My back started to heal. We took the little dog for a walk. I had intense conversations about Serbia and Croatia, the US and NATO's unfair involvement in the turmoil (bombing Serbia for ten years, treating them like rats in a cage).
We return in about a week to play Belgrade and then Novi Sad. I am VERY intrigued by the politics of this region and want to learn more.
Now we go to Sofia, Bulgaria. Yippee! Apparently very cheap city/ country. Hope so. We've been losing money, especially after the border fiasco. Our CD is for sale through www.capsulerecords.com, but let's face it: people don't buy shit. At least they don't buy Trike shit. Not unless it's in person; at a show (or busking. We make money selling CDs while busking) ... or so it seems. Fuck 'em. Maybe they'll buy T shirts once we really get them going. Being an artist is an uphill battle.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Trike Euro-Log: Berlin, Prague, Zilina, Graz and Zurich
Okay, I just realized I haven't written about the last four shows. Before I do, I want to mention that we introduced our new song "Ice Cream On The Side Of The Road" in most of these shows, which was well-received... more and more so, the more we played it.
Berlin:
Played at Lokal with Robotron. We had a dramatic show-down with Ineke in the car, on the way to the venue. Xania and I were giving her opposing directions (the GPS wasn't that clear) when she had to make a turn. She didn't make the turn that I said she should make. I heatedly asked why and she said I told her to turn when she was already driving (not true. she was stopped) and then she was saying I was telling her to go straight - she confused what I told her with what Xania told her. I was angry because I felt she was accusing me of saying something I didn't say. Then she kinda blew up, stopped the car and said we could take the metro. We sorted everything out and went to the venue, but we were all trembling after the tension. Pity those moments are never captured on video. All ruffled feathers were smoothed over soon afterwards.
Lokal had a new, silver backdrop and disco ball. Robotron opened. Robotron is a crunchy, hardcore electro-punk duo from Berlin with a few little keyboards, 80's artsy-mullets and hyper energy. Then we played. It was a great, great show. Many people came. A group of hot dancing girls in the front. One of them was celebrating her birthday. The surprising thing was her friend's ability to dance like there was no tomorrow for the whole show while wearing a backpack.
We didn't sell any CDs, but the audience was great, and the energy was high. I felt like I reached a new plateau in terms of performance, crawling along the floor during Johnny B Goode and such ... Afterwards, I went dancing with Kitty, Kathrin and the gang til 5am (had a dance-off with a young chap dressed like Elvis. It was like Grease, dancing with a circle of people cheering me on) til I collapsed in an exhausted heap. Went back to Herrmann's but we had no pillows or blankets, so we took a taxi to my friend Kathrin's house. It took 20 minutes for her to hear the bell and let us in, but we finally slept for five hours or so. Kathrin, Jamie (her Irish boyfriend), Xania and I went to August for a buffet breakfast (only three euros!)
Prague:
Xania wrote a blog about Prague. We played at Chapeau Rouge with Undersound Earlines, who were great. They had more members, including a bassist and a tall, blond girl with an expression-less face (very Czech) singing back-up vocals. Our show was fun. A Monday night. A lot of the regulars weren't there (probably because it was a Monday night); Steve P, John Dodge, Lilly, Clabbe... but the people who did show were super high-energy and crazy, and aside from fucking up about 500 times (without anyone noticing; at least, I hope) we had a great night. The audience was crazier than usual. The next night we played at Antonio's place for his housewarming party. It was fun. Franco did an interview with us that was HILARIOUS. Our best interview by far. Antonio was interviewed too, and he threw in comments about meeting us in a sex shop and such. I got wayyy too drunk, way too flirtatious and fell into a table, later on, breaking a rib (I'm serious)... or at least fracturing it... the last few days have been hell; waking up in pain fifteen times a night and taking ten minutes just to stand up with all the pain.
The next day we went to the Franz Kafka museum which was utterly fascinating. With my intense rib/back pain, I identified with his tortured soul. TONS of students wandered through the museum. I bought two postcards for friends.
And, the day we had to leave, we discovered Ineke's car was broken into. Our video camera (unused thus far during this tour), two big bags of clothes and Ineke's mp3 player were gone baby, gone. We had a miserable time trying to get the cops involved. They took forever to arrive at the scene of the crime, and when they did, they claimed they didn't speak English well enough, and said "In ten minutes a cop will be here who speaks English" "ten minutes?" I asked, knowing that we were already two hours late for Zilina. "Yes. Ten minutes". A very frustrating hour later, they arrived. The cop who spoke English was very helpful though, and after saying that we could return to deal with the theft on the thirteenth, we took off for Zilina. I will always have a love/hate relationship with Prague. I totally empathize with Kafka.
Zilina:
In case you're curious, Zilina is in Slovakia. Therefore, of course, everyone speaks Czech; only their czech is slightly different from Czech Republik's czech. We arrived a few hours late due to the theft, and half the audience had left, but the ones that stayed were by far the best audience all tour. Of course, every show has people who really get us and get into us and let themselves go, but this was the first show all tour where the entire audience let themselves go. It was like that scene in Peanuts' Xmas movie, where everyone is dancing their own kooky dance. The people (artists and their friends) were amazing. Dancing from the moment we started, imitating our moves... it was great, aside from the guy who kept trying to steal my paisley tie. I often let people take my clothes if they really want them, but that tie has sentimental value. I found it on the streets of berlin and it goes perfectly with my light blue, semi-transparent shirt with the yellow wife-beater underneath. After the show I talked at great length with a french guy in a black shag coat who said I had great style and my energy onstage was captivating and, although he doesn't really get into synth pop, he was sucked into our show. He said he wanted to move to BC to become a famous scratch dj and perhaps even be my roommate... that is, if I ever move back.
The people were so kind. They were young entrepeneurial artist types, and Stalinica was an artist-run place with an art-room down below for kids, a playground with a funky, double teeter-totter and loads of graffiti. They talked about plans to build a theater next to the venue, out of straw.
Graz:
Ah, Graz. We arrived at 8:30. It was a show put on by Picture Eyes, whom we met last year at Lokal in Berlin. (They're really great). On the way, we bought a batch of slippers to make CDs out of. We drew robots all over them. I had decided not to drink, due to my broken/ fractured rib. Our show was well-received and the place was PACKED to the brim. The only unfortunate thing is that we didn't get to collect many emails or sell many CDs because we had to leave, so we could sleep enough before we left for our eight hour drive to Zurich. A small show-down with Ineke, who wanted to go, but our host wanted to watch Picture Eyes first. I asked if we could leave now, and Balmi spoke with Andreas, who agreed to leave then. Ineke had gone to her car, not knowing we had arranged to leave. She was upset. I spoke to her and everything was eventually smoothed out. We went back to Andreas and Suzie's house and slept for 7 hours. Then we awoke, ate a filling Austrian breakfast, thanks to Andreas, and left for Zurich.
Zurich:
Eight hours in the car for a show with 25 people. I'm not complaining. We met some groovy people, and it was our first time in Zurich, but it was costly (the highway tolls are nuts) and we made back half of what we spent to go there and back. Still, in the end, I'm glad we did it. We sold three CDs, met Rolle (the booker of Mars Bar, who dresses like the Ramones, looks like a Ramone, and plays in a Ramones cover band as lead singer... although they haven't rehearsed or played for a year) and ate delicious soup. It's funny because before we played there, Rolle said he couldn't provide us with accomodation or food, but in the end, he let us sleep in his house and they had food at the venue for us. And, he fed us the next morning. When we left he said "I hope you get famous".
The night before he said that we don't really fit into his bar, which is more about Indie Rock. He said every time he tries something different, not too many people show up. It's true. Not many people showed up, and a few times people poked in, heard a minute and left. Fuck 'em. He said if we played at Helsinki (Zurich club more fitting for zany synth-pop like Trike), we could get 100 people out, easily...
The show was fun. People weren't nearly as expressive as in Zilina, but some of them jogged into the other bar, Olé Olé with us, and they asked for three encores. We gave two, because I was exhausted and ill, with my rib condition.
The next day we drove to Innsbruck. I sat in the backseat and watched movies; "The Hunter" - Steve McQueen's last movie, half of "The Wrestler" (dubbed in German, reading the english screenplay that I downloaded) and some of "Music Man" and "The Fountain". We stayed with two Italian girls who made us pasta, played Joy Division and let us harass them by showing them our music videos. This morning, I slept in, since my night was such a fucking mess; waking up lots, tossing and turning... Ineke was annoyed that I didn't wake up earlier so we could get to Ljubljana earlier to explore a bit, but I really needed sleep. My back is killing me, and I have to take sleep when I can get it, because it doesn't come often, with this chronic pain.
Now we are en route to Ljubljana, where we made our "Mag Ik Met Jou" music video (see our youtube channel: www.youtube.com/user/stephenpaultaylor) last year and played two shows. We're thinking of doing a cover of the song "Life is Life" tonight, if we have time to rehearse it. We shall see. I hope I feel up to putting on a good show. This is the beginning of our trek eastwards, which will take us to Sofia, Athens, Belgrade and more.
Berlin:
Played at Lokal with Robotron. We had a dramatic show-down with Ineke in the car, on the way to the venue. Xania and I were giving her opposing directions (the GPS wasn't that clear) when she had to make a turn. She didn't make the turn that I said she should make. I heatedly asked why and she said I told her to turn when she was already driving (not true. she was stopped) and then she was saying I was telling her to go straight - she confused what I told her with what Xania told her. I was angry because I felt she was accusing me of saying something I didn't say. Then she kinda blew up, stopped the car and said we could take the metro. We sorted everything out and went to the venue, but we were all trembling after the tension. Pity those moments are never captured on video. All ruffled feathers were smoothed over soon afterwards.
Lokal had a new, silver backdrop and disco ball. Robotron opened. Robotron is a crunchy, hardcore electro-punk duo from Berlin with a few little keyboards, 80's artsy-mullets and hyper energy. Then we played. It was a great, great show. Many people came. A group of hot dancing girls in the front. One of them was celebrating her birthday. The surprising thing was her friend's ability to dance like there was no tomorrow for the whole show while wearing a backpack.
We didn't sell any CDs, but the audience was great, and the energy was high. I felt like I reached a new plateau in terms of performance, crawling along the floor during Johnny B Goode and such ... Afterwards, I went dancing with Kitty, Kathrin and the gang til 5am (had a dance-off with a young chap dressed like Elvis. It was like Grease, dancing with a circle of people cheering me on) til I collapsed in an exhausted heap. Went back to Herrmann's but we had no pillows or blankets, so we took a taxi to my friend Kathrin's house. It took 20 minutes for her to hear the bell and let us in, but we finally slept for five hours or so. Kathrin, Jamie (her Irish boyfriend), Xania and I went to August for a buffet breakfast (only three euros!)
Prague:
Xania wrote a blog about Prague. We played at Chapeau Rouge with Undersound Earlines, who were great. They had more members, including a bassist and a tall, blond girl with an expression-less face (very Czech) singing back-up vocals. Our show was fun. A Monday night. A lot of the regulars weren't there (probably because it was a Monday night); Steve P, John Dodge, Lilly, Clabbe... but the people who did show were super high-energy and crazy, and aside from fucking up about 500 times (without anyone noticing; at least, I hope) we had a great night. The audience was crazier than usual. The next night we played at Antonio's place for his housewarming party. It was fun. Franco did an interview with us that was HILARIOUS. Our best interview by far. Antonio was interviewed too, and he threw in comments about meeting us in a sex shop and such. I got wayyy too drunk, way too flirtatious and fell into a table, later on, breaking a rib (I'm serious)... or at least fracturing it... the last few days have been hell; waking up in pain fifteen times a night and taking ten minutes just to stand up with all the pain.
The next day we went to the Franz Kafka museum which was utterly fascinating. With my intense rib/back pain, I identified with his tortured soul. TONS of students wandered through the museum. I bought two postcards for friends.
And, the day we had to leave, we discovered Ineke's car was broken into. Our video camera (unused thus far during this tour), two big bags of clothes and Ineke's mp3 player were gone baby, gone. We had a miserable time trying to get the cops involved. They took forever to arrive at the scene of the crime, and when they did, they claimed they didn't speak English well enough, and said "In ten minutes a cop will be here who speaks English" "ten minutes?" I asked, knowing that we were already two hours late for Zilina. "Yes. Ten minutes". A very frustrating hour later, they arrived. The cop who spoke English was very helpful though, and after saying that we could return to deal with the theft on the thirteenth, we took off for Zilina. I will always have a love/hate relationship with Prague. I totally empathize with Kafka.
Zilina:
In case you're curious, Zilina is in Slovakia. Therefore, of course, everyone speaks Czech; only their czech is slightly different from Czech Republik's czech. We arrived a few hours late due to the theft, and half the audience had left, but the ones that stayed were by far the best audience all tour. Of course, every show has people who really get us and get into us and let themselves go, but this was the first show all tour where the entire audience let themselves go. It was like that scene in Peanuts' Xmas movie, where everyone is dancing their own kooky dance. The people (artists and their friends) were amazing. Dancing from the moment we started, imitating our moves... it was great, aside from the guy who kept trying to steal my paisley tie. I often let people take my clothes if they really want them, but that tie has sentimental value. I found it on the streets of berlin and it goes perfectly with my light blue, semi-transparent shirt with the yellow wife-beater underneath. After the show I talked at great length with a french guy in a black shag coat who said I had great style and my energy onstage was captivating and, although he doesn't really get into synth pop, he was sucked into our show. He said he wanted to move to BC to become a famous scratch dj and perhaps even be my roommate... that is, if I ever move back.
The people were so kind. They were young entrepeneurial artist types, and Stalinica was an artist-run place with an art-room down below for kids, a playground with a funky, double teeter-totter and loads of graffiti. They talked about plans to build a theater next to the venue, out of straw.
Graz:
Ah, Graz. We arrived at 8:30. It was a show put on by Picture Eyes, whom we met last year at Lokal in Berlin. (They're really great). On the way, we bought a batch of slippers to make CDs out of. We drew robots all over them. I had decided not to drink, due to my broken/ fractured rib. Our show was well-received and the place was PACKED to the brim. The only unfortunate thing is that we didn't get to collect many emails or sell many CDs because we had to leave, so we could sleep enough before we left for our eight hour drive to Zurich. A small show-down with Ineke, who wanted to go, but our host wanted to watch Picture Eyes first. I asked if we could leave now, and Balmi spoke with Andreas, who agreed to leave then. Ineke had gone to her car, not knowing we had arranged to leave. She was upset. I spoke to her and everything was eventually smoothed out. We went back to Andreas and Suzie's house and slept for 7 hours. Then we awoke, ate a filling Austrian breakfast, thanks to Andreas, and left for Zurich.
Zurich:
Eight hours in the car for a show with 25 people. I'm not complaining. We met some groovy people, and it was our first time in Zurich, but it was costly (the highway tolls are nuts) and we made back half of what we spent to go there and back. Still, in the end, I'm glad we did it. We sold three CDs, met Rolle (the booker of Mars Bar, who dresses like the Ramones, looks like a Ramone, and plays in a Ramones cover band as lead singer... although they haven't rehearsed or played for a year) and ate delicious soup. It's funny because before we played there, Rolle said he couldn't provide us with accomodation or food, but in the end, he let us sleep in his house and they had food at the venue for us. And, he fed us the next morning. When we left he said "I hope you get famous".
The night before he said that we don't really fit into his bar, which is more about Indie Rock. He said every time he tries something different, not too many people show up. It's true. Not many people showed up, and a few times people poked in, heard a minute and left. Fuck 'em. He said if we played at Helsinki (Zurich club more fitting for zany synth-pop like Trike), we could get 100 people out, easily...
The show was fun. People weren't nearly as expressive as in Zilina, but some of them jogged into the other bar, Olé Olé with us, and they asked for three encores. We gave two, because I was exhausted and ill, with my rib condition.
The next day we drove to Innsbruck. I sat in the backseat and watched movies; "The Hunter" - Steve McQueen's last movie, half of "The Wrestler" (dubbed in German, reading the english screenplay that I downloaded) and some of "Music Man" and "The Fountain". We stayed with two Italian girls who made us pasta, played Joy Division and let us harass them by showing them our music videos. This morning, I slept in, since my night was such a fucking mess; waking up lots, tossing and turning... Ineke was annoyed that I didn't wake up earlier so we could get to Ljubljana earlier to explore a bit, but I really needed sleep. My back is killing me, and I have to take sleep when I can get it, because it doesn't come often, with this chronic pain.
Now we are en route to Ljubljana, where we made our "Mag Ik Met Jou" music video (see our youtube channel: www.youtube.com/user/stephenpaultaylor) last year and played two shows. We're thinking of doing a cover of the song "Life is Life" tonight, if we have time to rehearse it. We shall see. I hope I feel up to putting on a good show. This is the beginning of our trek eastwards, which will take us to Sofia, Athens, Belgrade and more.
Trike Meet Hamburg... again
Fun fun fun on the autobahn...
When we were in Leipzig, Tobi showed us a fascinating video of Kraftwerk from 1970, in black and white. They were playing some really noise-oriented stuff, but with a drum kit... very hypnotic and wayyy ahead of its time. Everyone seemed into it. Couldn't help but wonder what the older generation thought of them at the time.
En route to Berlin. Been listening to a German language mp3 and reading the accompanying book. I think/hope it's slowly making its way into my brain, like a persistant worm. A persistant, German worm.
Something I forgot to mention: Ron (who is mixing our album) sent us three tracks: Fat Dancer, Dutch Girls and Omigod. They sounded so good! We were worried, but we began rerecording tracks with pre-amped vocals, and they sound so warm... and the sax solos... damn. We danced all over Tobi's kitchen and a tear came to my eye at the end of Omigod. So much work, and finally, we had a product that was almost finished and we could stand confidently and proudly behind it.
Anyway, this blog is about Hamburg, so I should really get to it.
We arrived 45 minutes late. It happens. Ineke is a young and cautious driver. We have to learn to leave an hour earlier than googlemaps says we should, just so we have enough time. Anyway, eventually we pulled up to Astra Stube and the moustached, shaggy-haired Nils popped out of the front door to greet us.
Inside there was a platter of small sandwiches, goodies, chocolates and small yogurts set up for us on the bar-counter.
Firstoff, my second keyboard had stopped working in Leipzig after it toppled to the floor of the stage during our Leipzig show. Claus from Yamaha, who initially said Yamaha would sponser us and gave us the keyboard, showed up with a brand new, sparkling keyboard for me!!! We used it last night. He ALSO took us out for pizza, paid for by Yamaha!
I was nervous that not too many people would show up. I don't know why. Perhaps because a few people had written, saying they couldn't make it, and the few who said they would weren't that reliable. We met Suzanne, Tobi's friend (whom he had called and told to go see us), who said she would be our merch girl. Her and her delightful friend sold three CDs after the show. Nice... A lot of the usual suspects (Björn, Hinni, Anna, Christina, Elise) didn't show up, but other usual suspects did. "People just have to get used to you being back in Hamburg. You have three more shows. People will come." So, it was a modest-sized audience, but it still felt relatively full (the joys of playing small venues... they always feel full), and we had a great show in the end.
The show was enjoyable. We busted out "Julie Booth". It was a bit of a fiasco, because Xania had two small red pillows. One was for her to pillow-attack me with as I play, and one was for our friend (who came all the way from Berlin to see us) Herrmann to use on audience members, but Xania gestured for him to smack me around with it. So, here I was, trying to play this complicated song on the keys, and I had Xboxx and Herrmann both battering me from the front and back. I was shocked. I stopped the song. Everyone laughed. I was discombobulated. I began the tune again, but It was shaky... so much for doing a perfect version of our new tune. Aw, that Xania, I tell ya. What a rascal.
In Hamburg it's funny, because people don't really dance or move around (the only ones who do usually aren't from Hamburg; like the Italian girl from last night) and say precious little between songs. I mean, we have a great little fan base in Hamburg and I love those cats, but it's true what they say about people from Northern Germany. They're not terribly expressive. Claus and I had a big talk about it...
HOWEVER, that being said; during "Let's Jog", almost the entire venue emptied out, and everyone followed me as we jogged into the nearest gas station. We circled around, jogging hooting and hollering, while the workers looked at us, aghast. We jogged back; everyone was grinning from ear to ear.
There's talk of getting hold of the security tape so Ineke can use it in her documentary.
Max, our tall Hamburgian friend who has seen many concerts and was responsible for getting us to play outside of a squat's communal kitchen last year (it was a blast) was there, sporting a new moustache. He invited us to Rota Flora to dance to crunchy techno and drum n' bass, but I was sick still (still am, but I'm getting over it) so I said no. Aargh.
Nils took us to our apartment. It was a charming little place with bunkbeds. He put little chocolates on our pillows and bid us a "guten nacht". I began watching "The Swimmer" (with Burt Lancaster from 1968. I've seen it before. It's a powerful and poignant film) with Xania but soon fell asleep like a ton of bricks.
This morning we went to 31, the restaurant that Nils from Astra Stube always arranges free breakfast for the bands, and had a yummy German breakfast (various types of cheese, nutella, meats, thick German bread). I drank two cappuccinos and a coffee and booked shows. I ALMOST have one arranged (a Living-Room show) in Sweden, and there is another venue I'm flirting with from Malmo, Sweden. It's a "non-paying" gig, but I'm trying to work it so we can at the very LEAST pass the hat. I think that's reasonable. Venues can't expect bands to play for free. We have to get from A to B, feed ourselves etc... A few venues I've spoken to don't offer any pay at all, and it's always a bit mind-blowing.
OH, and as a post-script, we discovered the venue in Athens forgot they booked us (months and months ago). They denied ever confirming the show in April and said it is unlikely. Xania found their email on myspace and sent it to them. They offered us a show the following day, a Sunday (April 5), but that would mean travelling 9 hours to get to Kosovo the next day. It's shit. I hate how this has happened THREE TIMES so far this tour. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, PEOPLE!
When we were in Leipzig, Tobi showed us a fascinating video of Kraftwerk from 1970, in black and white. They were playing some really noise-oriented stuff, but with a drum kit... very hypnotic and wayyy ahead of its time. Everyone seemed into it. Couldn't help but wonder what the older generation thought of them at the time.
En route to Berlin. Been listening to a German language mp3 and reading the accompanying book. I think/hope it's slowly making its way into my brain, like a persistant worm. A persistant, German worm.
Something I forgot to mention: Ron (who is mixing our album) sent us three tracks: Fat Dancer, Dutch Girls and Omigod. They sounded so good! We were worried, but we began rerecording tracks with pre-amped vocals, and they sound so warm... and the sax solos... damn. We danced all over Tobi's kitchen and a tear came to my eye at the end of Omigod. So much work, and finally, we had a product that was almost finished and we could stand confidently and proudly behind it.
Anyway, this blog is about Hamburg, so I should really get to it.
We arrived 45 minutes late. It happens. Ineke is a young and cautious driver. We have to learn to leave an hour earlier than googlemaps says we should, just so we have enough time. Anyway, eventually we pulled up to Astra Stube and the moustached, shaggy-haired Nils popped out of the front door to greet us.
Inside there was a platter of small sandwiches, goodies, chocolates and small yogurts set up for us on the bar-counter.
Firstoff, my second keyboard had stopped working in Leipzig after it toppled to the floor of the stage during our Leipzig show. Claus from Yamaha, who initially said Yamaha would sponser us and gave us the keyboard, showed up with a brand new, sparkling keyboard for me!!! We used it last night. He ALSO took us out for pizza, paid for by Yamaha!
I was nervous that not too many people would show up. I don't know why. Perhaps because a few people had written, saying they couldn't make it, and the few who said they would weren't that reliable. We met Suzanne, Tobi's friend (whom he had called and told to go see us), who said she would be our merch girl. Her and her delightful friend sold three CDs after the show. Nice... A lot of the usual suspects (Björn, Hinni, Anna, Christina, Elise) didn't show up, but other usual suspects did. "People just have to get used to you being back in Hamburg. You have three more shows. People will come." So, it was a modest-sized audience, but it still felt relatively full (the joys of playing small venues... they always feel full), and we had a great show in the end.
The show was enjoyable. We busted out "Julie Booth". It was a bit of a fiasco, because Xania had two small red pillows. One was for her to pillow-attack me with as I play, and one was for our friend (who came all the way from Berlin to see us) Herrmann to use on audience members, but Xania gestured for him to smack me around with it. So, here I was, trying to play this complicated song on the keys, and I had Xboxx and Herrmann both battering me from the front and back. I was shocked. I stopped the song. Everyone laughed. I was discombobulated. I began the tune again, but It was shaky... so much for doing a perfect version of our new tune. Aw, that Xania, I tell ya. What a rascal.
In Hamburg it's funny, because people don't really dance or move around (the only ones who do usually aren't from Hamburg; like the Italian girl from last night) and say precious little between songs. I mean, we have a great little fan base in Hamburg and I love those cats, but it's true what they say about people from Northern Germany. They're not terribly expressive. Claus and I had a big talk about it...
HOWEVER, that being said; during "Let's Jog", almost the entire venue emptied out, and everyone followed me as we jogged into the nearest gas station. We circled around, jogging hooting and hollering, while the workers looked at us, aghast. We jogged back; everyone was grinning from ear to ear.
There's talk of getting hold of the security tape so Ineke can use it in her documentary.
Max, our tall Hamburgian friend who has seen many concerts and was responsible for getting us to play outside of a squat's communal kitchen last year (it was a blast) was there, sporting a new moustache. He invited us to Rota Flora to dance to crunchy techno and drum n' bass, but I was sick still (still am, but I'm getting over it) so I said no. Aargh.
Nils took us to our apartment. It was a charming little place with bunkbeds. He put little chocolates on our pillows and bid us a "guten nacht". I began watching "The Swimmer" (with Burt Lancaster from 1968. I've seen it before. It's a powerful and poignant film) with Xania but soon fell asleep like a ton of bricks.
This morning we went to 31, the restaurant that Nils from Astra Stube always arranges free breakfast for the bands, and had a yummy German breakfast (various types of cheese, nutella, meats, thick German bread). I drank two cappuccinos and a coffee and booked shows. I ALMOST have one arranged (a Living-Room show) in Sweden, and there is another venue I'm flirting with from Malmo, Sweden. It's a "non-paying" gig, but I'm trying to work it so we can at the very LEAST pass the hat. I think that's reasonable. Venues can't expect bands to play for free. We have to get from A to B, feed ourselves etc... A few venues I've spoken to don't offer any pay at all, and it's always a bit mind-blowing.
OH, and as a post-script, we discovered the venue in Athens forgot they booked us (months and months ago). They denied ever confirming the show in April and said it is unlikely. Xania found their email on myspace and sent it to them. They offered us a show the following day, a Sunday (April 5), but that would mean travelling 9 hours to get to Kosovo the next day. It's shit. I hate how this has happened THREE TIMES so far this tour. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, PEOPLE!
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