After a smashingly good tour with Trashville-Low-Stars Grae J. Wall and Dez Paradise I have arrived back home.
Besides the fact that Grae and Dez are absolutely nice blokes and we had an excellent time: We scheduled to meet at Schönefeld Airport last Monday as all three of us were scheduled to arrive there around the same time. Big Time (sic!) – not only that none of us had had more than 2.5 hours sleep the night before, we all were flying in from different countries. This feels like Rock & Roll already and would not have needed another 20 km in a taxi to make our dizziness complete – backwards and through dense Monday morning traffic.
The next steps were: Getting down to my place to have breakfast and then get the new Joey Ramone CD that was supposed to be released that day. Well, it wasn’t but that didn’t keep us from chasing it all over town until we had somehow gotten rid of the afternoon without having a rest. We played at White Trash that night – but not before assuring we were the band that had been booked. The dialogue with the event/night manager went like this:“Is that the name of your band on the billboard outside?” – Yes. “And you didn’t play here yesterday?” – No. “Well, then you must be the band of tonight.”
On Tuesday we went to Zap’s Studio 13 in Potsdam to record 2 or 3 songs of Grae’s for his new album and to add some banjo with my old guitarjo. I believe this is going to become an excellent album and I hope it gets finished soon! From the first second on Zap made the impression of a nice chap and sound engineer / producer. During the session I should learn that he literally masters sound engineering while leaving the flow of the session go its own way – just to switch over to producer within half a second when a professional external advice is needed in arrangement.
The next day we drove to Fürth to see our friend Martti where we should stay for the next two days while having gigs in the area. Martti is also known as “Secret Penguin Man” or short: Mäkkelä. The two gigs to follow couldn’t possibly be more different: Kunstverein as a name may sound calm and as if it could become complicated getting a beer that’s not warm. In fact it is a punk venue like I maybe haven’t seen one in years: Located in a squatted production building, VoKü-Catering, a raddled pa that nevertheless is remarkably loud and almost electrocuted Grae, and sanitary fittings in a really bad shape.
As always, here comes the inofficial part of the tour documentation, more pictures can be found on the Trashville pages and also on Clark’s Facebook page.