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Notes From Das Boot, 174

August 7, 2013 / Lokerse, Belgium

An hour long festival set which is the regular set minus the encore. Good crowd, nothing spectacular, although they don’t usually do Spine of God at festivals but it seemed to go over well. After the show I went to use the bathroom. There was a guy in there and he hadn’t locked the door. He looked like the less interesting brother of the Worlds Most Interesting Man, I blurted out “hey lock the fuckin’ door man!”. He turned around, still undone and yelled “I am not ashamed, hahaha” and walked out.
Our bus driver Dirk, is a solid driver and a good guy. He reminds me of a German version of the English actor Terry Thomas. Now I know at this point in the game, nobody remembers who the hell Terry Thomas was, ” you know the gap toothed English guy in Its a Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad World, you know!”, I either get “who?” Or “no he doesn’t”.

This is the lighting desk that I used for the festival. It was so big and the explanation was so long that when the house guy finished explaining it to me, I just glazed over, his explanation had no meaning,(these are the speeds for the gobo’s, click twice and….zzzzzzzzzzzz), it was just sounds that meant nothing and I forgot the beginning of what he said. It’s like I’m a goddamn goldfish.

Notes from Das Boot, 172

Monday, August 5th, Brighton England
The club tonight (The Concorde 2) seems pretty solid, house lighting guy is really on top of stuff (of course I’m knocking on wood as I’m typing this). The only blemish so far today is that there’s only one toilet in the whole place with a toilet seat and that toilet has no lights.The support band again tonight is Godsized, a bunch of earnest beardsmen who serve up a credible batch of heavy gruel. Good stuff, they will be doing two more shows with us.
Tuesday, August 6th, 12:20am
Good show except for an out of tune guitar in Atomic Clock, insanely out of tune. It sounded like some noise that would summon Cthulhu. it didn’t, but not for lack of trying. Bus call in a half an hour, then a ferry ride and a festival where we are opening for Alice Cooper and Deep Purple, I think it’s the Way Back Machine Festival

Iron Maiden Trooper beer on tap in Bristol

Notes From Das Boot, 171

August 5th, Brighton England
First two shows over and done with. The show in Tilbourg at the 013 was one of the hottest I can remember. A combination of Europe not really dealing well with excessive heat and me being used to cold drinks and climate controlled buildings, I would be happy with some middle ground (a bucket of ice and a strong fan) but it was not to be. Met our new crew, as I am terrible with names I referred (in my mind anyway) to our guitar techs as beardo and non-beardo, their real names are Bastion (beardo) and Petty (non-beardo), Rene is our new soundman. Real good first show, although no air conditioning and less ventilation made for a warm an pungent affair. The band leaned into it and the crowd was great, the house crew was stellar as most Dutch crews are. And then onto England. There’s always a sense of dread when playing smaller clubs in the U.K. from a crew point of view. It’s kind of a crapshoot, really shitty production and a house crew who doesn’t give a shit or kind of dodgey production and house guys who bust their ass to make it work. Luckily the Fleece in Bristol was the second of the two. It’s a solid room for rock and it was another good show. We’re in Brighton this morning, parked up by the beach. It’s a sunny warmish summer day and nobody’s here, I walked down to the water and what the fuck, the sand here is gigantic or as it would normally be called rocks. I walked down in my shoes and it was killing my feet, I see fenced off areas with proper sand but I think you have to pay to enjoy it. Besides religious freedom I suspect we also left England in search of smaller sand. It’s 8:30 in the morning and Garrett who I don’t think has gone to bed yet is in the downstairs lounge rooting through his luggage it sounds like he’s wrestling a bear.

English sand

Sunday Music 5/5/13

Wellwater Conspiracy-Sandy
These guys were comprised of John McBain (Monster Magnet), Matt Cameron (Soundgarden) and Ben Shepherd (Soundgarden). They put out four really strong records, great psych with hooks. This is their cover of the Carnabeats song Sandy from a single released in 1994 on Super Electro. McBains lead at (approx.) 1:04 is one of my favorite guitar parts ever.
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Notes From Das Boot, 169

Eindhoven, Holland 12/8/12
Speedfest and the last show of the tour. A giant clusterfuck of festival workout and end of tour packing panic. On the plus side, Graveyard and Orange Goblin are playing and it was good to see Walter from Roadburn, on the minus side, almost everything else. It’s actually not that bad, but when yr this close to going home, every mole hill is a mountain. The festival here has perfected the thinnest sandwiches ever. Normal slices of bread cut even thinner and a slice of ham, then squished so its even thinner. Almost, but not as thick as a business card. Yeah, I don’t got much else today

I don’t know what this means in German, but I found it childishly humorous in English.

Notes From Das Boot, 168

Krefeld, Germany 12/6/12
We’re here at Kulturfabrik, it’s one of those places that I couldn’t remember until we pulled up and then “pow!” , this is the place that I had what might have been the worst case of communication with any lighting guy, ever. We’ve played some out of the way places and I’ve been able to make myself understood, whether it was some backwoods galoot from the Urals or a barely there drug athlete from Holland. The guy who was the lighting guy here last time was a nice enough guy, but man it was like he spoke negative-English. Not only did he not understand anything I said, I actually forgot what I was saying (something about a focus I think), and was reduced to miming, interpretive dance and pictographs. I know X 100 that its not in his job description to understand English and my descriptive mime interpretations of a center focus have a lot to be desired, oy it was rough. This time was smooooooooth sailing. And another thing, if a club or a hotel or a bus claims to have the internet and its amazingly weak or non-existent it is called The InterNOT . Also today, Bob is legally changing his name for a year from Bob Pantella to Bob Nutella in a lucrative endorsement deal with the Nutella Corporation

Now endorsed by Monster Magnet’s Bob Nutella

Notes From Das Boot, 167

Krefeld, Germany 12/5/12
Well coming down to the home stretch here, three shows left. We’ve had a lot of rainy days on this tour, the best that could be said about it is “at least it ain’t fuckin’ snow” but we’ve gotten through them so far (knock on wood) because of our bus driver Freddie, who can drive the shit out of the bus and says he’s sold his sold to the devil. I just hope the devil doesn’t want to collect on our watch. He’s a character, but with the way he drives he could wear a suit made from human skin and it wouldn’t bother me (unless it was my skin). We’ve had other bus driver characters but their eccentricities outweighed their abilities. There was one from a couple of years ago who was dubbed “the sensual Santa” (after a Dan Clowes character). He was a very large bearded man, who after waking up for the overnight drive would often walk thru the bus in nothing but a pair of old grey tighty whiteys and getting way too close, turning the bus into some horrifying frottage cottage. But I digress, Freddie is a great driver and hopefully he will deliver us to the airport Sunday in one piece. With the end of tour coming up quickly, now is the time for both shedding and gathering. Shedding stuff that was just for tour and had served its purpose and gathering/packing stuff that was acquired on tour. It’s a delicate balance and there is some “lifeboat” type situations “mmm..I can’t take all of you socks,underwear and t-shirts back with me…I’m sorry, but I bought some records and books.. I know, I know, records and books aren’t practical..but Christ, I found that Motards single I was looking for. Look, going into this tour you all knew some of you wouldn’t make it back…again I’m sorry.”

Now the way I’m reading this photo it looks like The Statue of Liberty as Hitler giving a Christmas speech.

Notes From Das Boot, 166

Aschaffenburg, Germany 12/3/12
Day off here and most of us went to the local Christmas Town. This is a local Christmas fair that most large towns and cities have. A bunch of small wooden buildings (although some are sizable and look like spinning Christmas ornaments) mostly selling warm spiced wine and various meats in link form. There are rides for kids and trinket shops, it’s pretty cool. This one had an odd manger scene

I get Mary and baby Jesus but why is old Jesus looking over her shoulder and who’s the kid who looks like he’s from a German Old Navy ad, and the old guy with the spoon/shovel, is he Joseph or just some guy who wandered in?

Old Jesus looks at baby Jesus

Notes From Das Boot, 165

Erfurt, Germany 12/1/12
Erfurt (pronounced either F-Word or Ear Fart) is in the former East Germany ( it’s still in the east of Germany but…). We are playing at a club that’s right off of Karl Marx Platz. The way from the stage to the dressing room is Spinal Tap-ian in its route with an added East German kicker. Two of the rooms along the way are equipped with a lightbulb saving device that shuts off the light after a certain amount of time. Its a common device, the difference here is that they are so sensitive that if you stop in the room even for a second the lights go out, hilarity ensues. The lighting guy is a nice enough guy, whose English is pretty good, we got most everything sorted out with a minimum of difficulty. Now I know that drum checks are important and Anders (drum/guitar tech) and Danny (soundman) are two of most solid guys I’ve ever toured with. But fuckin’ shit, I know there’s a special ring of hell just reserved for drum checks. Slow, repetitive, and annoying, I try to avoid the building whenever drum check starts. I lost the refocusing race by a couple of lights and the lighting guy was on the ladder finishing up the focus when the drum check started. When he had a successful focus on the last light I have him the OK sign, which I thought was universal. Either it isn’t or the way I do it is faulty, so he kept moving the light which was now out of focus and I had to redirect the focus. He got it right and I gave him the thumbs up, which he took to mean raise the light. No! The drum check was going so it was tough to talk over the noise. He once again got the focus correct and I did my best German yes, “Yah!” But I yelled it so loud that I sounded like a pirate “YAARRRR!”. I ended doing my patented “waving at a plane while stuck on a desert island“. That he understood. And another not completely terrible focus was completed.

Cool poster for something

Notes From Das Boot, 164

Zurich, Switzerland 11/30/12
The show at Z7 in Pratteln was pretty solid. They have a crew who know that club like the back of their hand and everything runs better than smoothly. And they have good catering and a washer/dryer as well, a nice oasis on tour. The crowd was a bit Stoney Curtis and some poor(then annoying) guy near the lighting desk kept yelling out “Space Lord!” after each song. After about half the set I broke It to him:
Me: hey man, they ain’t doin’ Space Lord, so you can save your breath
Guy: (glares)…SPACE!…LORD!
Me : you yellin’ it, ain’t gonna make it happen
Me: alright, fuck you. Keep yellin’, maayyybee they’ll do it
I lost the argument but I hope he lost his voice. Which leads me to the set list. The ads for the show say Spine of God plus The Hits. “the hits” is kind of loosely used here, they are hits to people who have been fans since the beginning but I thought the casual listener might be bummed out by not hearing “Space Lord”, “Negasonic”, etc. Happily I’ve been proven wrong, “Freak Shop”, and “Lord 13″ among others have been going over quite well and I rarely hear any grousing. Early show tonight and the dreaded After Show Disco Load Out.

Small hallway at Z7, small hallways like this always remind me of the movie Westworld and I half expect a robotic Yul Brynner to come around the corner and stalk me.


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