amanset european tour journal
06/05 GUINGUETTE PIRATE CECI NE DOIT PAS SEMBLER LOURD |
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There are a number of things about touring that are common to the U.S. the U.K., Europe and probably the world over. Sleeping on a promoter's couch, for instance. Obsession with gas station snack selection. Missing your girlfriend/boyfriend, etc... But loading out through a dance party that errupts only moments after you strike your last chord is strictly a European phenomenon. They know. They just know. Like the words, "Thank you" and "Goodnight" together have to power to conjure them somehow. You utter these words and the dance-party faithful start popping out of manhole covers like CHUD people. And with the kind of moves that people only pull out when the camera's on them. But there's no camera on them. "You play more, yes?" "No...sorry, no. We played earlier." "We are champions!" "What?" "We [points to friends and self] are champions!" "You are all champions?" "No!! We are the champions!! [points to me now]" "Oooh!! Yes...I understand. I appreciate that. We are the champions. Indeed. Thank You." "Ok...Ok now you play [points to me again]...Queen...We are the champions" "Ah...no...I thought you meant...no...ok...check this out. This is an Ampeg SVT pro-II bass head and it weighs more than me, I think. You see me beginning to sweat here? I'm about to throw a rod just standing here talking to you. I don't know how to say, 'This must not look heavy' in French but regardless, if I could just politely scooch by you that would be stellar." on the ipod: "NH" Matt Pond |
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