Day 5 was mostly travel. The day began with a phone call booking
the band for a second gig in Belgium...rock! We got on the road
at a fairly reasonable hour, Baerbel kissed us all good luck,
and we were on our way.
Everyone was still a bit weary from the night before, not to
mention getting up at an unGodly hour to watch football. The
drive was long, but we reached Nuremberg in about 6 hours or
so. The initial plan was to go straight on to Munich, but Pat's
judgment at Nuremberg (pun intended) was to stay the night and
pick up the additional two hours or so the next day.
The hotel we stayed at was French, and had all of the modern
conveniences of a plastic room with a mattress on the floor.
Indeed, we got onto the elevator, which promptly trapped us until
Owen smartly came to look for us. Good thing, too...for we know
what happens when you leave a Fish too long in an elevator (don't
we?)...Also, no phones in the room (hence, no internet connection,
hence no report...QED)
I enjoyed a much needed shower and a good night's sleep, and
in the morning, we had breakfast outside a small cafe. We again
took to the autobahn, arriving in Munich mid-afternoon.
After setting up, the band did a rehearsal (since they hadn't
had one...even prior to the Hamburg gig) and really tightened
up. By soundcheck they were in the groove, and well looking forward
to the show.
The club owner prepared dinner for all, after which I went for
a stroll. Former JBC alum Peter 'No Show' Crouch turned up, to
everyone's delight. I ran merchandise before and after the show,
and once again got to be 'JBC answer man', a job I am uniquely
suited for. Pat decided that I was in charge of 'Public relations',
and was pleased with the number of CDs that sold...so I am earning
my keep. :)
The show itself was great: a nice club, a good audience, and
the band was keen to play. Crouchy even got up (after a chant
of 'Crou-chy, Crou-chy') and played on 'Zombie Love'. Three or
four of the people that I sold CDs to hadn't heard of the band
before, so that itself speaks to the performance.
Tonight we are all flopping in one big room over the club...
Beds strewn about the floor, slumber party style. In the morning,
the band plans to go to the pub to watch more football. (The
good thing about not being into sports is, you get to sleep in.)
Then we make our way back to Nuremburg for the show there. No
cheap French hotel tomorrow though, an old friend of Owen's will
be putting us up.
So to bed, to dream of windmills off the autobahn and breakfast
strudel. Mmmmm.
images & text © 2002 Brian Kelly