Notes From Das Boot 177
August 10, en route to Feldkirch, Austria
Show last night was really hot and humid. A packed house of damp people (not from the music, from the rain) with very little ventilation. Enthusiastic German crowds are hard to beat. Fueled more by alcohol than weed, it’s a much messier affair, more sense of abandon. Sure, that makes the asshole quotient a bit higher, so it’s like a video game Avoid The Drunken Asshole, (example:)
Me-(head down to avoid eye contact, dragging my lighting shit through the crowd) “excuse me”
Drunk Guy-(grabbing my shoulder) “Where’s Daaave?, I wannna talk to him”
Me-(shrugging his hand from my shoulder) “sorry, not gonna happen”
Drunk Guy-(stumbling, spills drink) “DAAAAVE!……….you asshole!”
The person on the front lines of dealing with drunks is Paco our merch guy/voice of reason (and guitarist for Scout Niblett). He handles the drunken merch considering horde with humor and patience but is willing to regulate when they get out of hand. Last night all went well except that someone stole a Ribeye Brothers cd (my band) from the merch table. Ribeye Brothers the band good enough to steal.
In an effort to save money on tour we are once again considering renting everyone in the touring party one of these and have everyone drive their tiny three wheeled trucks in a convoy to each gig. A ridiculous parade to each town which would signal our impending show.