The Anarchist Tour Book: "Your stay, our obsession"

Today we have one day off from the music playing. Or as our other roadie Pune, who is not with us on this tour, would have said; vacation from the rock business. We are staying at the very pleasant high class Hotel F1 in a city, which name is unknown to me.

A few moments ago Tom got yelled at by a girl dressed in an leopard pajamas for resting one of his legs over the chair next to him when we were having dinner. I don't understand if she is working here or not, she didn't were any uniform, but she acted like she was the janitor or something. The yelling was all in French so most of it was in vain since we habla no français. But we did understand that it had to do something about his shoes that were to dirty and shouldn't be on the chair. How she managed to mistake Toms trousers for his shoes I can’t answer thought. But after more than a week on the road, the trouser isn’t that clean either so… so….so now I am doing it the Swedish way, as our roadie Humpar-Eddie made clear to me just now, letting go of the frustration over internet instead of facing up :)

Last night we played at a huge venue in a small city. Callac was the name of the city and the venue was called La Bacardi. We played together with two French punk bands and had a great time. Somehow they had managed to put us last on the bill. Can’t say that we were any kind of headline or any like that, but it felt a bit strange to play after the old French punk legends and another upcoming French band. I guess that it was because they didn't want to give us a sound check that we got the stage last. But no problems for the vietcong boys. Since we have been raised the hard way in local garage band competition “GarageRocken”, we are always very quick to get on the stage with our equipment, drums etc, and even quicker when doing a line check. The most embarrassing thing to see is when a band takes ages to perform a sound check, and even worse when it is a line check in front of a waiting audience. And the sad part, if it doesn't sound OK almost from the start of the check, it won’t get better how long you try anyway. So, we just use to play some A chords and riffs and screamed in the microphones a little while Rackarn is drumming on the drums. And then we let the sound guy(or girl) know if we need to hear more of anything. Absolute maximum, 3 minutes. If it would have been a proper sound check before the venue opened we might have spent 10 minutes more, tops. Then of stage to grab a few beers for the set, and then we goo…hey ho

We were lucky, the sound guy last night knew what he was doing so everything went painless, and quick. And as I said a few times before, when writing for your band, the gig always was a blast. And so it was.

Tomorrow we continue further south towards the Mediterranean, I think.

Here are a few pictures I haven’t posted here yet.