The hottest Dutch summer is complete with a show in Timbuktoe. The atmosphere is electric, this was another Rob Sawyer encounter at the beach shack. Traditionally the whole crowd watched the sun fall into the horizon to "Shine on you crazy diamond".
That’s when the bands get fired up.....
For the most relaxing venue I have ever played people were hanging from the rafters above this mosh pit that somehow formed. This is the first show that people have incurred injuries from the crazyness, as I hit the drums I watch someone drop from the roof directly to the ground and then half the crowd falls due to intoxication and absolutely loosing the plot. So after all the mayhem the night did not end and we watched the sunrise and continued on our journey.
We then hit north view on no sleep for round two. A big shout out to the owners of the Flying Pig for our first home cooked meal since our stay with Truck our tour manager. "Halfway Useless", our support play great garage punk. Adding to the garage punk vibe was the dodge PA system, and drums risen on a pool table as the rest of the band clustered over the dance floor.
Another hot day and an ever hotter night the stage lights didn't help. From memory the window looking out on the street began to fog up. Thank god we are staying here and not in the next city, as sleep is required right after we paint the walls with the stench of touring artists. I'd like to apologise to the staff who was fired that night.
Another hot day and an ever hotter night the stage lights didn't help. From memory the window looking out on the street began to fog up. Thank god we are staying here and not in the next city, as sleep is required right after we paint the walls with the stench of touring artists. I'd like to apologise to the staff who was fired that night.
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