11.02.10 Dresden
Got here somehow through the great snowstorm. For this last show of the tour we combined the contents of our two buses into one, all riding together after sending the other bus home, packed in like tired but happy sardines.
This is our second show in Dresden on this tour. The first was sold out and this one put on, as they say, by popular demand. This second show is also sold out even though our labelmates Rammstein are also playing tonight in Dresden.
Anyway, I hurt my leg by falling on the ice in Offenbach, and have spent the last part of the trip in a daze of painkillers, so I’m going to stop writing now and get ready to take myself home to see a doctor. It’s been a pleasure, on the whole, writing this little diary, and if you’ve enjoyed any of it, I’ll be a happy man.
Til`next time, DY
Am 11. Februar 2010 um 18:31 Uhr
Dear David,
I am sorry to hear about your leg and I hope it’s nothing serious!
You did a wonderful job EVERY evening – thank you very much! And I really hope you’ll be back SOON (autumn?)! Thank you also for your wonderful blog!
Am 11. Februar 2010 um 23:41 Uhr
Dear Mr Young
I am most miffed that your dandy journal made such sparse mention of my temporary home city Hammaburg, aptly named once upon a harbour, by someone with a stutter and a sense of humour, no doubt. I mean, was the aftershow party in the terrifically illuminated corridors of the architecturally and aesthetically iconic Alstersporthalle not worth further comment? Such goings-on, wild and unforgiving encounters between all sexes (three to four of these, genders I mean), such an ecstatic and profoundly heart-felt Hammaburg response to your tremendous concert (appreciated even at such a misty distance from the stage) and the dauntless spirit of adventure which made all the “punters” brave the fierce winter conditions to witness your show, were these not worthy of a little more attention than an explanation of the word punter, which even today in the media age still somehow sounds rude? No matter – it was lovely to see you and I hope they treat you to more fine brandy to soothe your poor leg when you return to that Great Britain. It was lovely to see you, even if only briefly, and I enjoyed your wee blog! Best, Matthew, your Guardian gaurdian.
Am 12. Februar 2010 um 12:16 Uhr
Cheers,
the band played well, but the sound was absolutely lousy. Quiet parts were ok, not exccellent, but ok. As the band turned up the volume it all became a bad nightmare. One example, during some of the guitar solos a loud droning sound could be heard. I was standing next to the guy on the mixer in the middle of the hall.
I would be better off next time in Chemnitz or Leipzig. This was the last time I visited the “Schlachthof”, hope to see you somewhere else soon!
Sorry,
Thomas
Am 13. Februar 2010 um 20:36 Uhr
HI Yours,
I have nothing to criticize on sound and I was standing in near the mixer too. But I was to badly dissapointed about long time for waiting beginning concert.This was the first time!! ( I found the comment from Sven unknownable.)
And I found the support out of place!!
What a pity!
Anyway – I wish the band further all the Best!!
And I wish you get well soon!!
Solvig
Am 18. Februar 2010 um 16:56 Uhr
So – this is it (M. Jackson), no more Rosbif with Kraut. It indeed was a pleasure to share a few of your thoughts, a heartwarming place in this far too long and far too cold winter. Thank you für making it possible. And a ‘get well soon’ for your leg, of course.
A tiny parting present, I somehow thought you might like it:
The German Hotel – Charles Bukowski
the German hotel was very strange and expensive and had
double doors to the rooms, very thick doors, and it over-
looked the park and the vasser tern and in the mornings
it was usually too late for breakfast and the maids
would be everywhere changing sheets and bringing in
towels, but you never saw any hotel guests, only the
maids and the desk man and the day desk man was all
right because we were sober during the day but we had
trouble with the night man who was some sort of snob
and not very good with getting the corkscrews and ice
and wine glasses up to us and he was always phoning to
say the other guests objected to our noise.
what other guests?
I always told him that everything was very quiet,
nothing was going on, that somebody must be crazy, so
will you please stop ringing?
but he kept ringing, he became almost like a
companion to us through the night.
but the day man was very nice, he always had little
messages of importance that either meant money, or a
good friend coming to see us, or both.
we stayed at the hotel twice during our trip to
Europe and each time we checked out the day clerk
bowed ever so slightly, he was tall and well-dressed
and pleasant and he said each time: “it was nice to
have you with us. please come here again if you return.”
“thank you,” we said, “thank you.”
it’s our favorite hotel and if I ever get rich I am
going to buy it and fire the night clerk and there will
be enough ice cubes and corkscrews for everybody.
from “Shakespeare Never Did This” (1995)