Barcelona – End of Part I

October 28th, 2010 by Fez Wrecker

Part One of the tour ended with a real RockRoll Bang in Barcelona.

This is what it was all about!

We arrived in Barcelona the day before, but unfortunately stayed in the outskirts.  So the next day, the whole band went into town for some sightseeing & shopping on a beautiful sunny day.

Then, Keko & I both got fitted with some new expensive kicks!

Then record shopping & other sundry diversions…

Then some grub…

After the awesome gig & the typical hotel shenaningans, most of us went to the Barcelona airport to drink Screwdrivers & play cards then fly back to Berlin…  We’re ll lucky to be alive, & I’m fortunate not to be in jail… pix coming soon!

Hope to see some readers at my birthday party tonight… Torstr. 164, “Wo ist Waldo”

Castilla Provence, reconnoitering (sp?)

October 23rd, 2010 by Fez Wrecker

Do people really connoiter, or is there only reconnoitering?  We’ll find out as the first half of the tour winds down.

Meanwhile, I’ve raided the foto collections from the crew so as to avert any embarassment & to collect some random highlights, so here is a small dose (how the eff did they manage to take over 1000 fotos so far?)


October 22nd, 2010 by Fez Wrecker

Andalusia, the part of Spain that every British holidayer wants to own a timeshare in. What beautiful pastoral landscapes, great old city barrios, & that dusty Spanish feel wherever you go. Siesta culture is fascinating, especially to me coz I consider myself to be an ambitious lazy man… Laziness can be a lot of work.

Hello Atlantic Ocean!

October 17th, 2010 by Fez Wrecker

We arrived in A Coruña today around 3pm, czecked into the NH (Fez’ favorite hotel chain)…I have ethernet connection & a large bathtub.  Mark Lane, my roommate tonight has gone a-wandering with Lana & Rudi who were in search of fresh calamari during siesta time…  Keko & the crew are chilling & napping or some hybrid of both, and even though the sun is shining on the sandy beaches on both sides of the peninsula, I have to protect my new tattoo from those nasty UV rays for at least the rest of the week.

between Vigo y A Coruña

ah, the sea...

approaching A Coruña

Bus-call is at 6pm, & we’ll mosey to the club for load-in & soundczeck, & hopefully find a good paella or local seafood dish in the neighborhood. I’ll take piccies if we do.

tata for now…

the water temperature in the bath should be just perfect about now…


October 17th, 2010 by Fez Wrecker

Vigo is a beautiful little port city in the upper northwest of Spain.  Very lively nightlife, lotsa youngvolk & great clubs.  The show was wonderful for the band — running on all cylinders regardless of the conditions dictated by the clubs’ equipment.  Onstage sound was tolerable & the fans loved it.

Afterwards, a few of us managed to visit a club called Mombagamba or something like that, right next to the club LaIguana which was our intended destination.  We had a couple of nice local guides with us, and a lot of people from the show had ended up there, including the support band who were very good.  We posed in a lot of probably embarassing fotos with the locals, and every TomDick&Harry was buying me drinks… not to mention the DJ who was hotstuff & playing some wicked tunes, the kind that actually make ol’ Mr. Wrecker get his boogie on.  Nevertheless, even though it was Saturday night, I was the single room & we had a noon bus-call the next day, the local smoke variety & a few tequilas began to take their toll on my weary soul, & hinted that I oughta get home… fortunately, Keko found me a bit clueless outside on the streets & he was still coherent enough to know where to go, so we went to my room for a nightcap & a few rounds of La Scopa — an Italian card game not unlike Cassino.

I’m pretty certain I passed coz I woke up at 10:30 on top of the bed with all my clothes on.  I don’t know if I could imagine doing this for more than 10 weeks, & I’m happy about having little breaks in the schedule to look forward to.  It’s not easy to party EVERY night, but I’m certain that living in Berlin for the past 8 years have given me the strength to endure such rigors.  Hail Hail Rock and Roll.

Fotos from the road

October 16th, 2010 by Fez Wrecker

Impressions of Lisbon

October 15th, 2010 by Fez Wrecker

Long drive from Léon to Lisbon today & I was & still am knackered. Here are some random Lisbon impressions to tide you over till I can catch up on some ruminations…

Off to Lisbon

October 15th, 2010 by Fez Wrecker

To the best of Rudi’s somewhat jaded memory, the Fuzztones have never played Lisbon before, and now at 9am, we’re leaving Léon & heading down to Portugal!

My first time there too!

Food & Foreign products

October 14th, 2010 by Fez Wrecker

So here’s a collection of foodie shots & other amusing foreign product designs, as promised…

Montpellier & leaving France…

October 11th, 2010 by Fez Wrecker

Seemingly every day has had at least one or two SpinalTap-esque moments, and the Montpellier stint was no exception.  Marseilles to Montpellier is the drive I was looking forward to the most… rolling down the windows & taking in the fresh scent of Lavender & Krauter de Provence… but NOOOOO… our first rainstorm during a drive made that rather impossible.  Next came the “hotel fail”- really only the first after a week and a half.

We pulled into the parking lot of the Sun Hotel, & it looked strangely familiar to me… it was the same worse-than-Etap place we stayed in back in 2008 on the last show of our tour, & it was a joke really– little plastic cabinets for community showers on each floor is less than luxurious, & when we saw the blackened mold on the shower floors, Captain Kurt immediately got on the phone with the promoter to switch our digs before we got too comfortable.  The place we moved to was only a slight step up, but at least the airplane sized bathroom cabinet/toilet combinations were in the individual rooms.

Finding the club was an hour-long nightmare, what with rain, traffic, & construction throughout the city.  Once we got there, the level of incompetence of this tiny club was not to be believed & I felt like a prima donna because I insisted on having a second monitor that functioned properly & a mic-stand that didn’t lean like an Irishman on Sunday morning.  The club was full of 14 year old girls, which was interesting enough, but their douchebag boyfriends almost got a facefull of Telecaster from Mark Lane when they were rushing the stage & afterwards, we both had to be talked down from ramming small beer bottles in these guys eyes… Violence avoided, it reinforced a lot of my prejudice towards the French people, & collectievly we can’t get the hell outta France fast enough.


Borders, Grenzen

October 10th, 2010 by Fez Wrecker

There aren’t many border crossings in Europe these days, but going into Switzerland can occasionally be a bit trifling. I crossed many times with the Bolshoi Bandits, which was always a fiasco, but on this trip we are warriors & know how to prepare.

Just smile, laugh, play airdrums while riding shotgun & act like you don’t even know a border crossing is necessary… If all else fails, make sure your driver knows how to perform the Jedi Mind Trick. NOT that we had anything to worry about — band policy is “consume or throw out all contraband before embarking to next town,” coz nobody wants to spread their cheeks for the Gendarmarie in France (the Pólice)– we just don’t need the hassle of pulling out bags & gear, plus the time loss resulting from an 8 person strip-search could set back our making soundczeck at the next gig.

Anyhoo, going in & out of Suisse via Geneva on the west side was hassle free… They just waved us through.

We did however get stopped & searched near La Havre on our way to conquer Rennes from Sittard the night before.

They took passports, pulled us out one by one, gave us each the pat down & reach-around & questioned us individually. This was my exchange with the customs officer(Cus):

Cus: Do you smoke cannabis?
Me: Uh, no, not really.
Cus: Do you smoke cannabis?
Me: Well, yeah, okay sometimes, but NOT in France…

Now, the tone of my voice & the inflection was that of “do you think I’m stupid enough to carry cannabis WITH me?”… & I like to think he was impressed enough with my honesty & non-chalance, but for whatever reason that concluded my interview. Then they brought out Bowser the dope-sniffing pooch to scope the van. Must’ve been an off day, coz if that dog was worth his salt, he’d’ve sniffed flecks & trace amounts of various Dutch goodies on our clothes & whatnot. A sigh of relief & the emphatic restating of the band drug policy ensued.

So again, we always seem to travel in the best weather, and today is no exception. We drove around the Val-du-Travers much to my dismay, as I would like to have seen the birthplace & heaven of Absinth, aber trotzdem the fall colors & valleys in France are breathtaking on the road to Marseilles…

Marseilles… The Atlanta of Europa. A port town on the Côte d’Azur in the south of France, full of criminals, thieves, charlatans, gangsters, rubes & other dodgy dregs of society. Even the gig is dodgy coz the French go-between promoteresque guy is a rib or two short of a barbecue, if you catch my drift. Natch, I’m looking very forward to tonight’s misadventures, in the spirit of keeping it weird. Saturday night in Marseilles… I guess there are worse places to be… & they’re probably being added to the itinerary.

The Customs Police near Le Havre in France...

The Crew: (L-R) Charis Halbtruthan - sound engineer, Kaptain Kurt - tour manager, Schleppel - The Merch Dude

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