Geez, we played 12 (!) shows already?? We are definitely overdue for an update about all our charity shop findings, digestion problems and romances with British plumbers. But let’s start from the top:
One reason for our silence was simply a really nasty swine flu circulating in the Gurr van. So part of this tour was just packing in right after the show and then sneezing to sleep in a Travelodge Hotel Room (and who wants to read about that?). I think we had exactly two (!) nights where we all weren’t feeling super ill. So let’s start there and reminisce about the happy, healthy times, will we?
April 4th CARDIFF Clwb lfor Bach: Could Sascha Lobo be a bouncer in Wales?
I still have no idea how you pronounce the name of this venue: Club for Back, maybe? Anyhow: Seems like the Welsh don’t speak Welsh either because I couldn’t find anyone in the smoking area who could teach me how to say „Hello, we’re Gurr!“and „Thank you“ in Welsh before our show. Shame on you, Welsh smokers!
On the bright side, it was reeeeeeally good to re-unite with Shame. As you probably know, Shame joined us on our Germany tour last December and then embarked (their words, not mine) on a huge US Tour afterwards, driving through the desert for what looked like 12 hours a day in order to get to these obscure venues where American kids were screaming along to their songs. They also stayed with the Sinatras! But they should probably tell you all these crazy stories themselves (or you should read about them in this tour documentary published on Noisey). All I can say is: We were really happy to see them alive and well and felt so excited to support them for their sold-out-homecoming-tour!
Cardiff didn’t disappoint either: A group of girls continued to storm the stage (where a pissed off bouncer that looked like this German Internet-Journalist Sascha Lobo continued to throw them off again). Also, Shame singer Charlie Steen’s Velvet Underground shirt got stolen from the stage. We watched the entire Shame set standing on some chairs by the merch table, yelling out the lyrics, fingers pointing in the air and bounced away all the lower back problems we might have gotten from the 3-day-car-ride it took us to get us here. Good times, indeed!
April 5th BRISTOL Thekla: Where Green Bananas are a sign of love
Okay so let’s see what I actually remember from this night… We played on a boat. We stayed with Rowan Allen (whose pictures you probably saw on our Instagram account at some point). We had green bananas in the backstage. Is that it already?
Ah no, I DO remember watching the entire Shame set from the side of the stage and being so blown away by the excitement of the crowd… and I won’t keep this from you: I actually cried a little. I hope it didn’t show up on any of the insta stories of the influencers attending the show. But it was so beautiful to see so many people shouting back the lyrics, yelling the boys’ names in-between songs, … it was like watching a Backstreet Boys concert but with good music! As somebody who has made the irrational decision to dedicate her life to guitar music, it was just really heartbreaking to see that kind of music having such a big spot in people’s life *emotional interlude over*
What came afterwards was – you guessed it! – a pretty heavy party night that lasted until 4 or 5 in the morning. Not an easy time to accomplish in England where pubs close at 2 AM. And if Andreya hadn’t dragged me out of the apartment we eventually ended up at – who knows? I would probably still be there (and so would Brandon who snoozed through the whole party on a beanie bag to all our amazement).
I also want to take a minute to apologize to all the neighbors in Bristol who I woke up by singing S Club 7 on the streets at 2 in the morning.
April 18th LONDON Electric Ballroom: Rolling through the roundabouts
Okay okay, I’m fast forwarding here… a little bit. But if I don’t wrap this up soon, I will throw up in the car because we are driving through a roundabout every 10 seconds. We are still in Britain, if you believe it or not!
Will try to fill you in about all snotty noses and love stories in Liverpool, Dublin, Sheffield, Leeds, Newcastle, Glasgow, Manchester, Nottingham, Leicester & Birmingham soon. Or maybe Andreya will… Also, I hope Andreya picks up her computer soon, because she has a whole book to write by now about bed bugs, what they are doing in Sheffield Charity Shops and how to evict them from your clothes when you are a touring musician.
And for everyone that kept on reading just to find out about that British plumber: He really does exist! He lives in Birmingham. He asked us existential questions this morning during breakfast and he fixed the toilet of our AirBnB half an hour before we had to leave anyway, while listening to „Moby Dick“. Who wouldn’t fall in love with this man?