Friday, Oct 24th. Filderstadt. I was looking forward to this night, cause since our first
time here in 91 we've had good times here. We met a few US G.Is at our show in
Tubingen who said they had a good time and that they'd drive to this show too, they also
said they'd bring some friends. Well there was a cool crowd in the place but it wasn't hard
to find the Americans. When looking at the crowd it was hard not to notice a large and
obviously drunk Viking running around within a bunch of other drunk people. He was
proudly wearing a Viking helmet, horns and all, that probably once belonged to a heavy
opera singer. Its never hard to spot the americans in a crowd and this sight brought on a
feeling of home.
The Stormtroopers played first and then we played. By now beer was flowing freely.
During our set Steve, who happened to be wearing assless pants, asked if anybody would
like to slap his bottom. His inquiry was soon answered with one of the american guys
springing into action and leaping onto the stage ready to deliver a hearty open-handed
punishment! Steves derriere was getting redder and redder as his masters voracious fury
was unleashed upon his vulnerable ass! After this unexpected love session, the show
went on as planned. Later I squeezed into Burn Schlonginhells little car, along with the
very lovely Iris and Tanja, to finish the evening with a few (more?)drinks.
Saturday, Oct 25th. Ulm. This night was at a place called Beetlejuice or something like
that. We played here in '94 and I didn't remember the name then either, although I really
like the place and the people who work there. We had asked the Stormtroopers if tonight
we could play first because we wanted to hang out with our friend Stef from the
Wombels, so naturally as soon as we finished our set Stef took off to buy some smoke.
The show was lots of fun and so was the audience. It seemed this was "Drink till you drop
night at Beetlejuice"! and dammit, no one was gonna be out done! At one point in the
evening, an intoxicated "gentleman" seated on a stool at the bar went crashing to the
floor, emptying his soon to be broken beer bottle on those around him. Immediately the
bartender came to the rescue, responding to the unfortunate soul like one of those St
Bernard dogs with the little keg of brandy around its neck! He had that fella seated right
back up and with a replacement beer in seconds! No, thered be none of that sitting
around on the floor wasting your time here, every second counts when it comes to beer.
And I like that way of thinking. Oh, and how could I not mention the guy who kept falling
down until he finally found a cozy spot inside a PA speaker to sleep out the rest of the
evening. But sadly, Ralf had to stay sober, as usual he was driving the van. A splendid
beer soaked night was had by all. Except Ralf.
Sunday, Oct 26th. Sindelfingen, unplugged in the Traube. A few days earlier, we
planned an unadvertised show / party for the last night of the tour. We had to get up at
6AM the next morning for our flight home, so we figured an easy unplugged night was
just what the doctor ordered. I said to myself that I was gonna take it easy and only have
one or two beers. My plan was working perfectly. Then, without warning, someone asked
me why I wasnt indulging in the elixir that was flowing. Before I could stop myself, I
spoke my plan aloud, then suddenly Helle, owner of the Traube, appeared out of nowhere with shots of Scotch. There was no turning back. There would be no sobriety now. It was an
excellent night, many people showed up including some of the very bruised GIs from the
other night, even the cops came. I can remember Steve and me trying to carry a box of
beer back to Moritz place. Kenny had the Schnapps. Kai and others, from the now closed
for the night Traube, came too.
Monday, Oct 27th. 6AM - 6:30AM, Moritz kicks us awake. 7AM; Tex, Ralf and Burn
fetch us and drag us to the airport. We thanked the Stormtroopers for a swell time and waved
good-bye. At London, Heathrow, an attractive young lady mistakenly chose to sit near us.
One look at this sorry, stinking, whimpering group is all she needed to realize her error.
When we had to get up to get on the bus that takes us to the plane, Kenny sat right next to
her. She got up and lunged to the front of the bus for her escape. We went home. Pass the percosets.
The End
