Well we’ll well, after the carnage of the alte hackerei I wasn’t sure we were ready for what was in store for us in the Bombig bar and garage, it’s a biker bar and last year it really went off, so it probably should be busy but you never know.. we arrive at the venue after a quick blast down the autobahn and Tom the bar owner Is inside waiting our arrival, we all Say ”ALLOOOO” quite loudly and hug each other like men, slapping the shit out of each other’s back in a half hug, half handshake that blokes do \240. Toms a great guy, 6foot2 built like a brick shithouse, long silver hair tied back into a ponytail and your standard biker gear, jeans, leather cut etc.. he’s not your runnin meth kinda biker though, he’s a good guy, but I’m sure if ya got on his bad side, well let’s just say “sometimes good men have to do bad things”.. we quickly set up, tonight is another solo show so the banner is up, the sound is checked and we’re ready to go. \240We get the keys to our accomm and head off for dinner.. tonight we eat at the local restauran, typical german stuff with an Italian twist, I pick turkey schnitzel Milanese.. bloody yumm!! Then it’s back to venue I walk in expecting it to be jumping but there’s no one there?? Like maybe 5, im immediately embarrassed and kinda grimace and shrug at Tom, he just laughs, I was sure he understood what I meant, I grab my beer and head outside to.. HOLY HELL!! The beer garden is completely packed.. yessssss this is gonna go off!! tom pats me on the back as he walks past still laughing!!
And It does, everyone pushes in to the tiny room, I spot “crazy” from last year, it’s kinda hard to miss him with his massive dreads windmilling continuously.. he’s basically on stage, razor accidentally clips him with his headstock, crazy doesn’t flinch.. we pushed it as hard as we can tonight, crowds like that push ya that little bit further.. we finish up after another record set time and fall out into the beer garden to sit round the massive fire pit, we drink and laugh, the odd pipe gets handed around and everyone uses their best English to chat to us, it’s so impressive how many people speak more than 1 language here, I throw out the odd word of german just to at least show I’m listening.. the night rolls on and the bar staff finally give us the nod, it’s time to leave, it’s not quite light yet but it can’t be far off, we stagger back to the rooms, put the key in the door and it doesn’t open?? \240the lock just spins.. oh shit.. we ring and message everyone but just like us if we’d found a bed, they’re all \240passed out.. \240We find a fire escape and lucky for us there’s an open door on the top floor.. such relief..Bombig brought it big time, it’s a shame this whole area is gonna be ripped down for redevelopment next year, we’re glad we got to experience it.. never fear though Toms already got plans for the next chapter!! Bombigger???
next up is the last show of the tour, a very sad day indeed, Razor and I quiz each other over how long we could tour for before we’d be over it, I mean even through sickness and injury there’s this keep on moving attitude, something that isn’t so prevalent in our normal lives, no matter what, the show must go on,ya just figure it out!
Tonights at a university venue in Mainz, so hopefully a good young crowd, we turn up and meet Ollie who’s booked it for us, load in, sound check, (at this point we’ve got this down to a fine art) eat dinner (Chilli con carne - nothin on mine but I’m starved and it’s pretty bloody good) then off to the accommodation, this place is a unit in the city and it looks good enough, Ollie tells us the French band we’re staying with is gonna be there too.. but when we get there there’s only 6 beds? There’s 4 of us? (Renate from epic) there’s 4 of them.. we’ve gotta fly out in the morning and last nights 3 hour sleep is prob not enough, we take a vote and decide to book a room, which we got for $50 each and free breakfast.. score !! Glad we did, I woulda missed my flight for sure, it was above a dive bar that had some punk band on that stays open til 7am.. oh in Ollie’s defense he did ask us how many people were in our party, I thought he meant band.. so it’s as much my fault for the lack of beds! Anyway the gig goes well Rogue result were my highlight, killer stoner jams, great dynamics, awesome songs.. fuckin pissa!!
We played ok, we’re honestly so shagged that we pretty much just get through it.. I’m done!! Crowd loved it but I knew I could do better, but hey that’s how it goes there was some funny exchanges between us and the crowd tonight, I guess the younger crowd is a bit more Pc ..we sit around chatting and smoking with Uni students, lecturers and rockers, an American soldier bought our last record that we have on us, and then once again we slip away into the night.
so that’s it, currently sitting in the plane headed to la from heathrow, then back to Oz, I’ve had an epic journey supplied by the epic folks at epic touring, Steve and Renate you 2 seriously kickass, \240now go clean up them apples.. 😂😂
From vans, to truck stops, Berlin to bombig, to the heady cafes of the Netherlands, Germany and it’s surrounds continues to deliver beautiful food, beautiful beer and beautiful places to drink it, it’s people support the artists and inspire them to do more, standing front and centre fists pumping with massive grins across their face, baring their teeth with wild eyes loving every minute.. and that’s why we do it, that’s how we feel when we get it right. So until the next edition it’s back to the girlfriend I miss very much, the recording studio To create our next slab, the mates I wanna share a beer and a chin wag with and the country that I hold so dear...
until then..
I know it’s only rocknrolll, but I like it..
peace
Fire pit.. ready for action