Okay, so we just gat back from Germany….and we played in Berlin. East Berlin is absolutely covered in graffiti….it’s on everything that spray paint will stick to…which is pretty much everything. Our Hotel was down a dark, scary alley. The rooms were like weird little mini ghetto apartments….but very clean. The first thing I did was open a bottle of wine with a pen and spilled it all over the floor. Nice. Hopefully we don’t get billed for the cleaning. The city was nice and we all liked how you could buy beers at the corner store and drink them legally on the street. On my first night there I went to a little family owned fast food joint where the pudgy dwarfish owner was making fun of me in German. "Obitidooooooo!!! Ha ha ha ha. Obititdoooodooooo!! Ha ha ha". While the owners life mate made me schnitzel on a pita….and his friends had a good chuckle. So at least I provided some comic relief for them. We tortured our bodies on this trip, staying up until 6am drinking and partying. Then the same the following day. We were asking random people where the clubs were and one girl tried to convince us to go to a ping pong table bar named King Pong. I was willing to go, but Brad and Ryan’s sense prevailed. Now to the show. We had a good sized crowd out and it was pretty neat to see people out to see us in Germany. We played a pretty good set and all was good. After the show we met up with some German industry people and bar hopped all night. We ended up in a bar with a sand floor. I can’t remember it’s name, Brad or Ryan will. It was something like “Bahamas”. We were all ruined by this point, so the sandy ground startled me we I first stepped on it. I still have sand in my shoes. We “prosted” each other until 5:30am and walked an hour back to the hotel in the pissing rain. It was a great night. Now about flying. I was flying around Toronto-Manchester, Liverpool-Berlin, Berlin-Liverpool, Manchester-Toronto, with no luggage, only carry on. In my carry on was my kick pedal and sticks and I got hassled by security on every flight….On the flight into Germany, the security guy said, “I need to see inside you bag” and he showed me the x-ray screen…..It looked a hell of a lot like a gun, so I guess that could have been the problem. I got onto the plane every time with it, but I had to break the nail file off of my nail clippers….I think it’s strange that I can fly on a plane with a big metal kick pedal and a bottle of wine….that I could break into a stabbing instrument, but my nail file was too dangerous. I’m not bashing the security, I’m glad they are strict and don’t mind being searched etc. Oh, one last thing….the security guard in the German airport pat searched me and felt my pubic area….now there’s a first for me. –Adam.
