Now we're straight into week five of this rollercoaster autumn tour 2025. Picking up speed in an unpredicted but pleasant way. Things seem to happen quicker and quicker the further I'm rolling, landscapes, language, country and company are changing in chaotic, whirling patterns hard to decipher. A kaleidoscope of words, images, persons, impossible to understand…
Read MoreIt looked promising up to a certain point. The vinyl got ready just on the day I had to leave, after things seemed to not work out at all just ten days prior. Gigs went down nicely, merch could have been better, but still kinda OK. Good vibes peaking with the Perpignan show I had the pleasure to share with Boucan. Playing some of the album tracks together felt like flying. Bliss. Utter bliss.
Followed by a sunny morning after weeks of drizzling rain. Just as if all would finally be fine, take an enjoyable twist. As if the spell was broken. That being the sunny morning of Friday, 11 October 2024, when loading in and hugging the Boucan boys a last time before setting out for the Teruel concert. Before the fragile flower of optimism crumbled, fell to pieces, disintegrated on the hard shoulder of a Catalan motorway, a few miles south of Macanet. The second hold-up in my touring history.
Read MoreEinfach so. Plötzlich hat alles gestimmt, ohne dass irgendjemand bewusst was dazu getan hätte. Ziemlich magisch, wie manchmal beim Musik machen. Der, in dem sich mir das große Ganze als nicht nur machbar, sondern auch noch als möglicherweise ganz großartig aufgeblättert hat.
Read MoreStill time for a coffee in the old town of Split. Coffee. It's the thing here. Everything is discussed with coffee. Negotiations, arguments, plans. Business, family, weather. Coffee here is the glue of society. The black liquid that keeps it all running.
Read MoreBar du dimanche soir, bar de la dernière chance, bar d’avant l’angoisse.
L’angoisse de se retrouver face à une nouvelle semaine, un nouveau lundi.
Un nouveau soir.
Un lit vide et froid.
Un bar de passage, un retour aux sources
Comme inchangé, une repère, un refuge.
20ans après.
Un public…
Venu discuter, se réchauffer, dire merde au temps arrive, à celui qui vient de passer, autour d’un verre, avec des copains, des amis, des solitudes, des paumés …
If you haven't done it yourself, touring for a couple of months or longer on your own, you probably can't imagine how this feels. Changing places on a daily basis, losing ground both literally and metaphorically. It can feel, or rather it does feel, marvellous. Being free to do what you always wanted to do. On your own, walking across the sunny main square of Maribor, having a coffee in one of those unique, renown Kaffeehauses of Vienna, meeting wonderful, interesting people. Sounds great? Oh it is, but there are those other moments or times, the dark ones. When you realize being on your own is not always a walk in the park, when you realize it's just a nicer expression for solitude.
Read MoreMir sind die Worte abhandengekommen. So fühlt es sich an. Über die letzten Monate hatte ich und habe immer noch verloren, was es braucht auszuformulieren, was gut, was schlecht, was glücklich, was unglücklich ist. Zum Teil vielleicht auch das Interesse verloren.
Anfang 2022 hat es dann beinahe so ausgesehen als ob sich ein Fenster öffnen würde. Als ob die lange vergessene Unbeschwertheit wieder möglich würde. Und dann kam der Krieg. Der mir eine scheiß Angst macht. Angst, weil so etwas einfach nicht vorstellbar war, immer noch nicht ist und ständig präsenter wird.
Read MoreI'm just now, as the pandemic situation finally allows it again, concerts in Poland and Czech Republic ahead, concerts in places with people who became friends in the course of time, feeling absolutely, totally helpless. It scares the shit out of me, seeing what's happening in Ukraine.
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