May
Posted on 16th May 2010
Today, I woke up somewhere in the outskirts of scenic Hamburg, which so far wins my award for best place in Germany. I’ve only been to three cities for a day each so far, so that’s probably not enough to go on, but as of this writing I am sticking with it. It’s fun to jump to conclusions sometimes.
Last night, we rocked the Grüner Jager, which means the Green Hunter I think. It is a rock club that supposedly used to be a clubhouse of sorts for Hitler Youth a long time ago. Last night though, it was a clubhouse for people who wanted their faces rocked off and that’s what happened. Atlantic Pacific, the great band we are on tour with, came on and rocked people and then we- the Walter Schreifels Band- came on and handed out a beating of our own. We played all the hits and then afterward- as seems to be the case everywhere we go here in Germany- the club was transformed into a two-floor disco, one floor playing rock with no smoking and another floor playing dance music where everyone was apparently required to smoke.
After we finished hanging out at the Hitler Youth clubhouse turned rock club turned disco, we wandered around Hamburg in the rain looking for more good times. Apparently, a lot of people had this idea though as pretty much everywhere was packed with Germans in search of good times all the time, preferably with techno playing in the background. Around 3am, we decided to pack it in and head back to the home of Frederick, an excellent dude who puts out Walter’s records over here and has a sweet house he didn’t mind having six dudes stink up for a night.
Once we got back to the house, we hung out and ate cheese-based sandwiches, drank more stuff, and watched an episode of “Snuff Box,” the excellent Rich Fulcher/Matt Berry show that I had somehow never seen before. John from Atlantic Pacific has got all the episodes on his computer and now I totally want to watch all of them before I do anything else in life. I recommend it.
In other news, the picture above is of some canned sausages I spotted in grocery store. They were hard to miss as there were about 500 cans stacked on top of each other, in accordance with the prophecy. Traveling with a bunch of vegetarians, I haven’t been eating all that much sausage over here, which is for the best I suppose, though I have been admiring sausage in its various forms from afar. If you need a can of sausages, they’ve got that over here, priced to move too. They’ve pretty much got things sorted out.
Now I am going to jump in the shower and rinse off the funk of last night’s rock show so that I might do it all over again tonight in a place called Bielefeld, which based on advance reports sound like the Newark of Germany or something. I will keep you posted on this and other topics in the very near future.
Auf wiedersehen,
Dave Hill
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