Element of Crime Blog

No blogging yesterday because my brain had turned to cheese. No partying, I swear, just wear and tear on the synapses. I remember we were somewhere with bulky dark red brick buildings and a connection to the British royal family. Hannover I think it was called.

The stage was narrow and reached up to the open sky where I could see Sirius and Ernst the Hunter looking down curiously at us as we carried our guitars onto the boards of fame. It all went well for about three seconds after the count-off. I started to feel uneasy; something was hiding in the dark. Suddenly an enraged B Flat chord struck me between the shoulder blades. I staggered forwards only to receive a sharp blow from a bar of 6/8. What was happening here?

The music, usually so friendly and loving, was turning on us, its friends and employers. I have to get out of here, I thought, before I am put to death by an insane cadenza or a blazing fortissimo. Springen! Jetzt musst du Springen! I tried to leap free but I was fixed to the floor by Da Capo. Suddenly the ropes leading to the sky tightened and I was being stretched, stretched and twisted, first right, then left.

I called to Ivan. Help me! but he was motionless behind his console, maybe dead already.

Then Joshua stuck his trumpet in my ear and started to blow down my cranial Jericho. Enough! I give up! I’ll tell you everything! Anything you want to know! Sales figures? Of course! Pol Ydor, near Kabul, Pol Ydor! Pol Ydor, Kabul…

Dave ! Dave! Wake up! (Ralph the road manager) You’re on in five minutes, have some coffee…

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