A Russian TP Party
At the airport now, making our way to Berlin for the show tonight. Only got 4 hours kip and I'm pretty knackered. So, you can imagine how amused I was when Jacin and I were charged 19 euros for 2 tea bags and some hot water.
The gig last night was a very strange crowd. They were art critics. I felt like I had interrupted their party when I entered the stage. It was a fight to get them going but we succeeded in the end. Its hard to communicate when u don't speak Russian - never fear Demitry is here! Demitry is the promoter. After the second song I begged him to say into the microphone 'please come down to the front of the stage'. He tried to tell me how to say it ...but I just couldn't get it right. Its funny. When I put the mic to his mouth he stepped back like I had thrust a scorpion in his face. Bless him. He did say it in the end and sure enough they all came closer to the stage. And started to get a lil free with there dance moves. That made me smile to see a young artist with short red hair, a tiny frame like a fairy, eyes closed, throwing her arms up so delicately like she had dropped a tab of acid some moments before. She was in her own world. See, this is why we make music. To allow people to breathe with it and move freely with out a care in the world to feel good. That is my art. And she had hers.
Then another man in the crowd caught my eye. Short, heavy set guy with white white hair and a huge grin on his face. One of the few brave suited men that had his own personal rhythm. Dancing away and beckoning his friends to join him. Was fun to watch.
So yeah, it was strange but it wasn't bad. It quite tickled me in fact. And the dressing room was a whole other party. It seems that when we all get to a posh place we feel a certain duty to be as immature as possible. Jeff (soulful sax man formally known as the Sizzla) found a mound of toilet paper in their side of the dressing room. We still have no idea why, but nevertheless, it was there to be our entertainment. The dressing room was split in half with a black sheet. Floor to ceiling. One side for me and one side for the boys. After taking in the excitement and emotion of the rumoured to be 400,000 dollar hay stack, Jeff proceeded to TP the dressing room. I looked up to see toilet paper falling from the sky. It was every where! Then he ran out of loo roll and started throwing loafs of bread. Random but somehow at the time this was hilarious!
Of course like a good girl I gathered it all up before we left... I just couldn't leave it there. I'm not rock and roll enough I guess.