Notes from Das boot 194
As the bus was leaving Wolverhampton (our second of two shows in England) for Dortmund and a day off, Phil put on the Ramones “Its a Long Way Back to Germany”. Little did we know how prophetic that song was. Extremely shit weather (the official term used in England) halted all ferries at Dover, so we were stuck waiting for over eight hours. We busied ourselves watching movies (No Country For Old Men, Crank 2, Broken Arrow) as our day off dwindled away. When we finally got on a ferry, it was still pretty rough going. The boat was packed, it looked like a refugee ship from the country of Wal-Mart and there was numerous pools of vomit near the overcrowded restrooms that the game but overmatched crew was trying to keep up with.
Four shows left. The tour seems like it’s never over, until it’s almost over and then it goes really fast. Starting the final going home pack, which usually takes a few days. If you wait until the last minute, it’s a cluster fuck of gigantic proportions. The bus although generously set up for a tour, isn’t set up for ten to twelve people to pack all their shit up at the same time. It’s a mess.
I had avoided the tour cold until a few days ago. My head feels like it’s filled with cement, the next step is peanut butter lung. I hope I get rid of it before I go home.