Up at 7-ish, then Sitting, best wishes, Breakfast. After Breakfast formatting tapes and preparing stuff to go to the gig, packing cables into my big rucksack. Loading in at 11:30, departure at 12:00.
On the way we stop at a garage for a regroup, a toilet break ("Hand the key in at the counter") and supplies. I buy a packet of onion flavour corn snack things (not one of my top all-time decisions); a large bar of chocolate, a packet of dry-roasted peanuts and a pack of Spunk. I’ve seen this in shops for a while and wondered what it was. It turns out to be licorice. Four of my English readers are probably giggling at this point. Non-English readers can rest assured it’s a puerile reference. Still, packets of Spunk will make bona stocking fillers for my puerile-minded chums, of which I have a large and thriving circle. Perhaps I can get business cards from Assman to go with them.
Then we make our way to the venue. It’s sunny when we arrive, which is the weather lulling us into a false sense of security. We unload and load into the green room, then Sylvain and I go down to the sound booth and begin to set up.
It’s a bit confusing for about an hour here, but I do formulate my Theory of Average Cultural Sophistication, which states that a country that has given birth to (for example) Beethoven, Brahms and Wagner will inevitably produce (for example, and plucked from the air) groups consisting of two accordionists and a bassist/guitarist in unconvincing "folkloric" garb and playing yodelling songs and klezmer standards with backing tapes to make the average standard of cultural sophistication even out somewhere in the middle, at about the standard of a Len Deighton thriller. There was also a woman in a long dress reading announcements from a piece of paper.
After the confusion came the chaos, and after that came the performance. At first it rained a lot, then it rained a bit, then it rained a lot, then it stopped raining so I could take photographs. By the end there was a devoted and enthusiastic throng, which is always good to see, and numerous characters, also good to see. Mr Golden might be amused to hear that there were three young men standing in exactly the same place, and with exactly the same "I could do that" body language and facial expressions as the three men in L?beck.
Then we took all the bits apart and put them back in the bags and boxes they came from.
Back in the cars back to Kiel. There was bread waiting for us in the Ballroom, which was allowed to join the circle, then we dispersed. Alain went to prepare Dinner and I went to set up. After Dinner I lay down for an hour before the Circle at 21:00 where an arrangement of Forbidden Colours (a.k.a. Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence was introduced.
Then I looked at the few pictures I managed to take today and wrote this. Currently staying up too late listening to Purcell songs. He da bomb. When I Am Laid In Earth is a blues torch song to give anything by Bessie or Billie a run for their money. I’ll go to bed when I’ve got the shivers out my backbone.