Today was mostly business in preparation for this evening's show.
Owen & Kathy & I went to sort out the business of the tour bus,
whilst Pat & Max headed off to the airport to pick up Mr. Valentine.
A little background on Steve...he is a California native and
a JBC fan like myself. He volunteered to play with the boys at
one point, and...like many fans...was abducted. He
helped Max record his solo record last summer, and, in that
he is a lawyer, he serves as legal representation. As I say,
he is quite a bit younger than the pop stars he's gigging with,
and looks even younger than his age, hence the nickname of 'baby'.
So it was that we loaded up the bus, and went to the venue. This
was not an 'official gig' in any real sense, more of a party
and a warm up for the next week's shows. The pub itself is not
really designed for a rock show...they have folk music on Tuesdays.
So it was that the quarters were most tight on the 'stage'...also,
it was commented upon that the bar had never heard music so loud
before.
So loud, in fact, the politzei were called. As Pat pointed out,
'we may be old, but we're still antisocial.' So it was that the
gig was cut short...but they did make it to the midnight mark,
at which point baerbel brought out a birthday cake for the band
& guests.
The strangeness of the evening left the band feeling a bit out
of sorts, but a few pints and things looked brighter. At any
rate, tomorrow we leave for Munich, thus starting the official
tour.
images & text © 2002 Brian Kelly
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