The drive from Dundingen Switzerland to Rome Italy really took me back to the good ol’ days of touring in the US, but now with a more European backdrop. I won’t bore you with every detail, but it did involve another trip to the Russian embassy, a snow-made dead end in the Swiss alps that put us back 40 miles, a 3 and a half hour traffic jam with some of the most chaotic automobile clusterfucks I have ever seen with nary a traffic cop in sight followed by an additional 3 hours of blasting through skinny Italian mountain highway with maniac drivers all around us while Charlie and Martin take turns arguing with the promoter of the club in Rome about whether or not we will even be able to play once we get there (we weren’t). 15 fucking hours in the van so we could stay in this prison cell of a hotel room. We did drive past the coliseum in the morning. Big whoop.
The next day we drove to Pescara to play there and hang out with our euro bookers who turned out to be awesome dudes. They treated us very well and the show was a blast. Needless to say we got shitbombed.
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The new Bill Callahan record is out of control good.
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