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 MoreYou have to accept it. You've reached the bottom end. Finally. You know it when shopping for food. That’s when you always get to realize. It's the cheap supermarket, just across the road. Cheap as in buy an XL bag of carrots for the price of half a carrot. Cheap as in processed meat from the sweatshops of hell. Cheap as in trashy things for trashy people.
Read MoreI had no idea how what they were doing and what I was doing could somehow come together. The whole process turned out to be exploring situations, movements, and moods related to a constantly changing text. Fundamentally, it was about "them" and "me." In retrospect, I believe the moment I started to see something tangible from the snippets that were created was when the distinction between "them" and "me" disappeared.
Read MoreZuerst war's wie Weihnachten, war ja auch etwa die Jahreszeit. Da verschlupft sich sowas ja gerne mal. Kann schon mal verloren gehen. So ein Päckchen. Na gut, vermutlich nicht unbedingt genau so eins. Kaum anzunehmen. Wir haben es dann ziemlich schnell begriffen. Dass es kein Traubenzucker war, meine ich. Was uns da reingeschneit ist.
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.
Read MoreInto the wee hours, they tried to convince me of songs. Czech songs, all in a way or another connected with the history of this theatre collective out here somewhere near Melnik. That'd be a corker, they said, if you'd be playing one of them some day.
"Schlaftrunk?", Martin asks. "Schlaftrunk!", I do reply, not the first time during this last evening. And then we're listening to that song about the man, that artist, waking up in the bed of a lady in Olomouc... At least that's what I understand from Mirka's explanations.
Read More…warum ich und komischerweise keiner der mir bekannten Betroffenen in Sachen Corona Soforthilfe bei gleicher Faktenlage so minutiös geprüft wurde, sagte man mir freundlich, das wäre auf ne Art wohl die Quittung, wenn man sich damit so weit in die Öffentlichkeit wagt. Strafe muss eben sein …
Read MoreAs they were and still are songs I do like a lot to play I decided to record them in addition to the new album. Particularly as they are protest songs, labour songs and traditionals. All material in my opinion that needs to be sung and performed. Especially these days.
Read MoreCrossed the Missisippi River (Ontario) on my way to Peterborough. The first moment here that made me feel - like it did the first time - “Alright, now I’m here. Now I’m finally in that vast country on that big other continent.” The difference on this tour will be the distance. This time it’ll be further west. This time it’ll be all the way to the end of it. Coast to coast.
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