Thanks for a fantastic DK tour!
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Uncategorized | Comments (3)Third weekend in touring the fallen angel!
We were picked up by a very grumpy bassist. In a grumpy fashion he managed to stay grumpy, along with the grumpy guitarist, the half dead drummer and the hung-over-by-life-lead singer, all the way to Lyngby. Our names remain the same as before, but on this particular day, no such thing as a remembrance of why we, as individuals, deserved a name in the first place, occurred. This is all in retrospect of cause, and I fancy drama.
Our grumpy manager and our grumpy friend Michael from the impressive quintet Ave where waiting for us at Templet, Lyngby.
The first thing we did was to pretend we weren’t grumpy at all. Everyone managed to stay that way until the first obstacle came about, throwing our fragile veil of pretentious good-feel into the abyss…
Our sound engineer… He was all too happy about everything. He had brought his lovely girlfriend to the gig as well, and smile they did. I cannot express the agony I felt, when I saw Jon’s face lower itself like a hydraulic anchor lift giving up all hope in lifting that sunken submarine out of the ocean, that was the concert yet to come. Agony and destruction awaits.
Then! Suddenly Anders came out from nowhere and slammed the bus door on Asbjørns head. A chock went through us all. It was obvious that he had planned to kill the bassist for quite some time now. Tue later admitted to have abandoned his post as the bodyguard for the bassist that evening. I, my self, knew that he had been sitting on top of the fridge from the moment we arrived, doing nothing but sobbing over his lost pincers. (A knifetang In Danish.) I should have done something, but I did not.
Well… After 4 hours of sound checking, we were finally invited back to the backstage area, from which we had previously been evacuated because of Tues sudden urge to avenge his late bassist. We were in for some lovely chili with chili.
While eating, some very good friends of ours came by… Resurrecting the dead bassist! Thank you Anders and Lasse! We never know you had it in you!
Well…
Ave played one hell of a show.
Oh, and yes! We did a great warm up dance, featuring Lasse And Anders! Great warm up dance…
Hello Copenhagen! Nice to see you again! How have you been?!? Good! Thank you! Are you ready to play the best gig ever!? Yes! Of cause! Allways!
Flash back…
We went back to Anders (The manager) ‘s’s apartment, heavy from 7/11 bags with bear and tequila.
We played Power-Factor! Who can fire the other in the worst possible manner!?
Listen here… I got kicked in the finer parts of me! By Lasse! What a show! I was fired! It was a game… We got that straight.
Loppen:
Overly emotional and somewhat distant, we started preparing for the show on Loppen, Christiania, Copenhagen.
We were again accompanied by the great quintet AVE, and also a great folk band from the states called Frontier Ruckus.
Both of them rule the universe of music. They later proved this performing absolutely brilliant shows… Both of them.
We where set to play at 00.00, but before that, Asbjørn the newly resurrected bassist, had to find a new friend. Nobody really knew why, but we simply had to express our understanding and let him leave for an hour or so. He has now become best friends with a painting on a wall. We all congratulate him, and wish him, and his new friend the best of luck and good fortune in the future. Just to make everybody calm, I can announce that Asbjørn is still among us. I did some meditation in the bus to cope with the possibility of having to share my bassist with new people.
We played for the most incredible crowd that night.
We felt like playing 10 feet above our selves, with the audience following. We loved it… We absolutely loved it!
Thank you.
