Frankfurt, DE
9/30/12
6pm
Haven't had the chance to write in the last few days. They've been a blur of good times, beers, and shows. Alissa and I just parted ways with our travel companions, Thorson and Christian. I have a feeling that our friendship is going to last a very long time, but that doesn't help slake the empty feeling of saying goodbye. These past few days have been a celebration of sorts, a celebration of our friendships and the fact that we made it through this journey together.
After waking up still drunk in Bremen, we drove back to Gottingen to pick up Christian for the final German show of tour. In Bremen, we stayed up late enough to see the sun peeking through Gunnar's windows. We talked "business" while inebriated. And as it does with most things... it all worked out in the end. Gunnar may be the owner of the label and the booking agent, but he is very much a friend. His heart is in the right place, which is more than you can say for most. Gunnar exemplifies true punk ethics. He's fair, but smart enough to know that he is trying to run a business. We spoke of potential future plans, and I left feeling like I know him more than I did when we hobbled our way into Bremen.
In the car yesterday, Alissa had my favorite quote of the day. It is as follows: "I think the cocaine might have had something to do with us staying up so late". This was delivered in such a dead pan, matter of fact way that you had to laugh. I had to include this because it keeps us in line with the motif of tour—"What would Nikki Sixx do?". It feels like we're taking the whole reinventing Axl Rose thing to a very dark place. I'm ok with this.
Karlsruhe was the last German show of the tour. It was fun, but bittersweet. The show signified the end of our run with our friends. Consequently I downloaded a language program to help me learn German. I feel like an idiot having not done this sooner. I mean, we have spent a lot of time here—made a bunch of friends here. The least we could do would be to put in the effort to have a conversation with our friends in their own language.
Either way, this part of the tour is in the books. We've got a flight to Russia just around the corner.
9pm
Ramada Inn
The Ramada hotel that we're staying at is a bit fancy for us, but it's going to serve as a much needed calm before the storm that is Russia. Looks like the comfort of easy lies, swayed opinion, and light propaganda via CNN will provide the dulling pre-sleep. While watching CNN it appeared as though Mitt Romney is gaining some traction. So... the human race really has run its course. The finish line is in sight—no turning back. Somewhere, tucked into the recesses of my heart, is a calming feeling brought on by the singular fact that tomorrow we'll be getting further away. Damn, the news is depressing.
Off to Russia in the a.m.!
***The ensuing journal entries for our Russian leg of the tour will be posted with the title "Russian Speedometer"***
Thanks for reading my frantic efforts to document a brief expanse of time in our lives. A time that now feels like it could have happened a decade ago. The older folks always say that time whips right by—true words.
-Jeff
9pm
Ramada Inn
The Ramada hotel that we're staying at is a bit fancy for us, but it's going to serve as a much needed calm before the storm that is Russia. Looks like the comfort of easy lies, swayed opinion, and light propaganda via CNN will provide the dulling pre-sleep. While watching CNN it appeared as though Mitt Romney is gaining some traction. So... the human race really has run its course. The finish line is in sight—no turning back. Somewhere, tucked into the recesses of my heart, is a calming feeling brought on by the singular fact that tomorrow we'll be getting further away. Damn, the news is depressing.
Off to Russia in the a.m.!
***The ensuing journal entries for our Russian leg of the tour will be posted with the title "Russian Speedometer"***
Thanks for reading my frantic efforts to document a brief expanse of time in our lives. A time that now feels like it could have happened a decade ago. The older folks always say that time whips right by—true words.
-Jeff