my own personal Leipzig WGT review
Wrote it for a german magazine. could you please tell me what you think of the way I reviewed it ? is it funny, are things clear ?
Sunday afternoon. We’ve been driving two days, from the depths of Toulouse, deep south, France - yes baby we are born Toulouse - two days of endless motorways, gazoline stations that all look the same, listening to whatever you can hear on fuckin radio, and most of the time you hear shit or a scritch, trying to sleep or read comic-books, replying to phone interviews without catching a single word - hey guys, she wants to know what’s the last DVD you bought ? Hell, can’t figure out that one - german motorway, cars - fast, cars - slow - cars, glow, under the rain - people drive so strangely here come on hurry up we’re gonna be late !
And now we’re in Leipzig, at last, lost, and trying to find the park where we are to play - we got our wristband and wegot a map and everything is so green and clean and tidy here but no one speaks german in the van and we don’t know where we are, excuse me, do you know where is Parkbühnne ? God bless germany, people speak english, and fucking better than we do. So many goths in the streets - beautiful goths, ugly goths, regular goths, rivetheads, medievalists, cold-wavers, fluorescent princesses with shining fake hair, mohawks standing like buildings, new shoes that rock, leather and PVC like black diamonds, pretty dolls with perfect make-up and ugly Marylin Manson shirts, where do they think they are ? - and we stand with our definite absence of look, quite ashamed, I realize I must dye my clothes black, they’re slowly fading to grey - any chance we see Visage ?
We found the park, we parked the van. No time to waste, must find a dressing-room, no one knows where we should settle, so we take the first one we find with a mirror - ready for the bodypaint ceremony. Today we’re playing by the light of day, no UV lights, but who cares, we’ll put the bodypaint on, and the chains, and the clothes,still dirty from last gig, which colors for today ? Ok, let’s go for pink and yellow - it’s cold in here, we’ve got some beers and some wine, I miss the vodka, I’d need some (can’t be said !) - loads, truckloads of cafeine will do
we’re hearing a distant beat, what band is playing ? How’s the audience ? there’s no way to know that. Strangers in a strange land. Suddenly someone knocking at the door saying « hey there’s this band from Japan, they say they were to meet you », hell, it’s Despair, they are to play tomorrow, we’ve been exchanging some mails, and here they are, for real ! ! ! ! « we do want not disturb we come after show » says the girl, her engrish is very japanese, she’s dressed white as a bride, psycho bride, they are more stranger than we are, I wonder how they feel so far from home
Got to hurry now, stage is waiting !
Full sun, full heat, so strange, I feel like a vampire meeting the sun for the first time in his afterlife, but happily, I don’t fade away into dust - we have to hurry hurry hurry here we go, the gig begins, no intro, some faces I know, the japanese ones, some boys and girls from France, and so many strangers, and I shout and I try to move’em and they seem to like it, and I still don’t know a word of german so my thanks and fucks are all in english - 40 minutes of struggle against the sun - Olga dances wilder than ever and handles my by my chain, even if I didn’t want to, now I’m her dog - and then it’s over and I would like to play on for hours and hours, why am I naked, where has most of the paint gone ? « see you soon ! » says the endless echo, last words, our sound tech managed to catch’em, there’s a mic stand broken, we’ll pay for it.
It’s over now, babies, why did you panic ?
Back in the dressing-room, Despair are here ; amyl-nitrate, beer, the redness of Rioja wine - how strange it is, travelling to Leipzig to drink spanish wine - they teach us the japanese words for cock and pussy, they’re like a tornado ; some security guy say they must be out now - so, cheers, see ya tomorrow at haus Auensee ! See you later arigato !
Where has all the fucking beer gone ?
Trying to catch some overseas friend around the place, but so many people, too many people. I watch the next gig. Don’t know who these guys are - then like in a second I’m back in the backstage -
A guy and a girl with a cam, they want to shoot something, festival DVD or something like that, they don’t speak english, so I ask myself questions in the mirror, strange feeling, I’m beginning to get drunk, I do the questions and I do the answers and I do the Robert De Niro inpersonnation (a very lame one !), they stare at us like we’re mad. We’re not mad : we’re having fun ! Guess (hope ?) this won’t be used in the DVD...
Hey, what are we gonna do now ? See Anne Clark - what time is it ? Oh, fuck, we missed her...
Departure from a rampaged backstage. Cattering attack. This german chili sauce is like heaven. Need vodka. Where’s the party ? WE NEED A PARTY !
Night falls. Fade to black. No tears for the creatures of the night...
Sunday afternoon. We’ve been driving two days, from the depths of Toulouse, deep south, France - yes baby we are born Toulouse - two days of endless motorways, gazoline stations that all look the same, listening to whatever you can hear on fuckin radio, and most of the time you hear shit or a scritch, trying to sleep or read comic-books, replying to phone interviews without catching a single word - hey guys, she wants to know what’s the last DVD you bought ? Hell, can’t figure out that one - german motorway, cars - fast, cars - slow - cars, glow, under the rain - people drive so strangely here come on hurry up we’re gonna be late !
And now we’re in Leipzig, at last, lost, and trying to find the park where we are to play - we got our wristband and wegot a map and everything is so green and clean and tidy here but no one speaks german in the van and we don’t know where we are, excuse me, do you know where is Parkbühnne ? God bless germany, people speak english, and fucking better than we do. So many goths in the streets - beautiful goths, ugly goths, regular goths, rivetheads, medievalists, cold-wavers, fluorescent princesses with shining fake hair, mohawks standing like buildings, new shoes that rock, leather and PVC like black diamonds, pretty dolls with perfect make-up and ugly Marylin Manson shirts, where do they think they are ? - and we stand with our definite absence of look, quite ashamed, I realize I must dye my clothes black, they’re slowly fading to grey - any chance we see Visage ?
We found the park, we parked the van. No time to waste, must find a dressing-room, no one knows where we should settle, so we take the first one we find with a mirror - ready for the bodypaint ceremony. Today we’re playing by the light of day, no UV lights, but who cares, we’ll put the bodypaint on, and the chains, and the clothes,still dirty from last gig, which colors for today ? Ok, let’s go for pink and yellow - it’s cold in here, we’ve got some beers and some wine, I miss the vodka, I’d need some (can’t be said !) - loads, truckloads of cafeine will do
we’re hearing a distant beat, what band is playing ? How’s the audience ? there’s no way to know that. Strangers in a strange land. Suddenly someone knocking at the door saying « hey there’s this band from Japan, they say they were to meet you », hell, it’s Despair, they are to play tomorrow, we’ve been exchanging some mails, and here they are, for real ! ! ! ! « we do want not disturb we come after show » says the girl, her engrish is very japanese, she’s dressed white as a bride, psycho bride, they are more stranger than we are, I wonder how they feel so far from home
Got to hurry now, stage is waiting !
Full sun, full heat, so strange, I feel like a vampire meeting the sun for the first time in his afterlife, but happily, I don’t fade away into dust - we have to hurry hurry hurry here we go, the gig begins, no intro, some faces I know, the japanese ones, some boys and girls from France, and so many strangers, and I shout and I try to move’em and they seem to like it, and I still don’t know a word of german so my thanks and fucks are all in english - 40 minutes of struggle against the sun - Olga dances wilder than ever and handles my by my chain, even if I didn’t want to, now I’m her dog - and then it’s over and I would like to play on for hours and hours, why am I naked, where has most of the paint gone ? « see you soon ! » says the endless echo, last words, our sound tech managed to catch’em, there’s a mic stand broken, we’ll pay for it.
It’s over now, babies, why did you panic ?
Back in the dressing-room, Despair are here ; amyl-nitrate, beer, the redness of Rioja wine - how strange it is, travelling to Leipzig to drink spanish wine - they teach us the japanese words for cock and pussy, they’re like a tornado ; some security guy say they must be out now - so, cheers, see ya tomorrow at haus Auensee ! See you later arigato !
Where has all the fucking beer gone ?
Trying to catch some overseas friend around the place, but so many people, too many people. I watch the next gig. Don’t know who these guys are - then like in a second I’m back in the backstage -
A guy and a girl with a cam, they want to shoot something, festival DVD or something like that, they don’t speak english, so I ask myself questions in the mirror, strange feeling, I’m beginning to get drunk, I do the questions and I do the answers and I do the Robert De Niro inpersonnation (a very lame one !), they stare at us like we’re mad. We’re not mad : we’re having fun ! Guess (hope ?) this won’t be used in the DVD...
Hey, what are we gonna do now ? See Anne Clark - what time is it ? Oh, fuck, we missed her...
Departure from a rampaged backstage. Cattering attack. This german chili sauce is like heaven. Need vodka. Where’s the party ? WE NEED A PARTY !
Night falls. Fade to black. No tears for the creatures of the night...