MUNICH Zenith, Monday Nov 10th Peered out of the tour bus I do this morning to discover we were surrounded by a bunch of old industrial buildings from, as I was informed later the Krupps company. The Zenith Halle itself, a vast factory shed presumably churning out munitions, tanks and the like back in the bad old days - before being told post war to stop it..... thats naughty! The routine on waking after an overnight drive is to wander into the venue and find catering, and endure the obligatory effing and blinding from chef Ritchie while you grab some lunch from the buffet. What a character this guy is.... been with Motörhead for donkeys years as Lemmy digs the hearty nosh... and obviously appreciates the plain talking too. When Stu complimented todays soup Ritchie retorted with What was wrong with yesterdays then, you c**t! Ive been told there are clips of our foul mouthed chef on YouTube.... ah, Ive found one: youtu.be/DmoVs7nl6xE Took a stroll across the road in search of interesting beer... Germany still has many hundreds of breweries with a huge variety of local ales and itd be rude not to sample some while here. But my eye was taken by some pre-chilled Belgian Lambic fruit beers of all things... which were hidden away in a fridge - and as I know Mr Vanian is partial to that sorta thing I purchased as many as I could physically carry back to the venue. And talking about our esteemed singer.... while the rest of us did a 2 day road trip he chose to have a cushty day off in the UK and fly to Munich the afternoon of the gig, but of course the curse of the Damned kicked in meaning his plane was delayed - and arrival at the gig within minutes of our allotted showtime. Which, bearing in mind were the support act on this trip was a hairy moment indeed. Anyway, after a quick glug of cherry beer we were onstage.... and within seconds I realised there was an intermittent on/off guitar problem. In these eventualities you replace bits of gear bit by bit until the problem disappears and wed gone thru guitar, cable 1 (to pedal) and wah till the faulty pedal to amp cable was discovered... which Seano dealt with sharpish and the show carried on regardless. Hold on, wasnt that the title of a film? (Ooh - stop messin about...) Oh, and I nearly forgot to mention that Stu West, while out bashing trams was collared by the inspectors (the lyric of Love Song springs to mind) who called local cops and demanded 40 Euros or hed be clapped in irons. The fact that there were not even ticket machines where hed boarded seemed to matter little and our bassist was feeling pretty aggrieved when he recited the story later in the dressing room. Apparently he has complained to the company via their website. Any developments and Ill let yall know on this here blog thingy. Cheers. (Pics... twiddly diddly, the fare dodger and with my chums LaBrassBanda with whom Ill be guesting at gigs in Berlin and Hamburg next month - youtu.be/vJkIW099r-w)
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 18:16:57 +0000
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