December 2nd.
So we left on wednesday the 2nd to Berlin. What’s the fuzz about? Three German shows in Berlin, Hamburg and Kiel! What’s a MeloManic bus tour about? Mostly 8 hours of really, really, really loud music. But also unidentifiable food at the german tank stop, mit Kartoffeln, und sproutjes und viel fleisch, Anyway since we are masters of finding the right way, we managed to find our friends in Berlin straight away, which opened up the way for a true hangover on thursday.
December 3th.
Which happened. How do you get rid of it? Go to a german italian trattoria and order besides the pasta, a milk and a water. What do you get? You get cappucino like creamed warm milk in a glass, and german champagne… Don’t go to german italian trattoria. But okay, enough about the cultural habits of the berliners.
Cause we had to do our first show in the dunckerclub in Berlin. This you could describe as a cute dark underground club in the east of Berlin with a lot of music lovers. This is also the place where we met our new booking agency, who booked us this tour. And after the polite handshakes he immediately had a bad message. The show on friday in Hamburg is cancelled.
This was not what we had hoped. I wouldn’t say angry, but a little frustration was there, cause there wasn’t a real clear reason to cancel the show. Somehow my mind got back to the spinal tap movie, and I saw ourselves playing at a military base tomorrow at 1900 hours….
As there wasn’t much to do about, we decided to use the frustration, to give a fuckin energetic and killer show. It took some time before it got crowded, but when we finally started, al of a sudden the place was booming. Besides the german customers there were also a lot of ‘relations’ including of course our new german booking agency, which we had to ’smell a poopie’ . And that’s exactly what happened! It took a few songs, but in the end the whole crowd was shaking.
Now that we’ve played the rock ‘n rave circus for 2 months, it feels like we’ve really grown together. We’re becoming a machine, in the best and energetic way of the word. So the stage was a lot smaller than we were used to after te last months, but it didn’t make us feel uncomfortable. Veni Vidi Vici.
Later on someone told us, that if you are able to let the ’spoiled’ Berliners dance, you’re doing a really great job.
After the show, things got a little wild. Dancing contest, life saving belt (where did that come from?), air guitar , cowbell streaks and ‘how to get someone out of a wheelchair’ fought for the honour. By the way, the doorman didn’t like all of that. In the end we stayed in the club, cause they had a great, hotel like etablissement. Which basically was an attic with six matrasses. We slept like babies. Until the cleaning man came and trains started going again…..