Log> Evernight over Europe pt. 5

Returning from rainy Switzerland to sunny Germany was at first like a slow death, only slowly getting better. The bus hit a wall while backing up, I dropped a broken cargo hatch from the bus and I've generally been hitting the wall myself. The sound engineer kept experimenting with different levels in the middle of songs for example managing to create a long feedback that sounded like it's coming through a bit shifter.

The promoter of the Earthquaker Festival spoke no English. Like, not a word. I've met car mechanics who don't speak English, fine, but the head of a 1,500 people venue? That's just a reminder to me that I should be prepared to get along with other languages than English, Finnish and Spanish. And measly bits of French and Swedish. And my enormous patience. The two years of German lessons from 12 years ago have been coming back, but too slowly to create coherent communication. Of course, the rest of the local gang were very helpful with dealing with the cops (yeah...) and general interpretation, so we managed.

The gig in Dortmund was slow and dirty but a hell of a lot of fun. Again, the nicest people around at the venue. And our promoter had fangs, can't beat that with a stick (but maybe a stake would work?). Partied until very too late, and yesterday in Stuttgart was like hell on toast, though the gig was excellent. Today Marburg, tomorrow Eindhoven, then Rockmania Festival in Marksteft.

My mind is starting to wander to other things than just the tour, a combination of the tour responsibilities turning into routine and my round the world trip starting in... one week. Hell yes. What a dash this has been - I feel like I need to rest and relax even more than I would've had I taken off straight from work at Google. I mean, there might have been vampires there, but at least nobody at 76 Buckingham Palace Road had fangs.