15/07/04 Rotown, Rotterdam This venue was really nuts. It came across as an uber trendy bar full of good looking Dutch people with funny haircuts and it looked like we would be playing to people eating their dinner. The promoter took us away for some frankly amazing booze and dinner, and when we went back into the venue to soundcheck everyone had been kicked out and the room had been turned into this superb venue. Sound was immaculate. Tonight though, my amp (well, Rob Crows to be precise) cut out after 4 songs and I was convinced I'd desroyed his beautiful and EXPENSIVE Mesa Boogie. Thankfully it was just a busted plug. After the gig these delicious triple strength Belgian beers kept appearing out of nowhere, and I haven't seen Joss quite that drunk in years. Boy, was he suffering the next morning. The night ended with Rob taking off his pants in the middle of the street. Can life get much better?
Diary entry by Dudley:
15/07/04 Rotown, Rotterdam
This venue was really nuts. It came across as an uber trendy bar full of good looking Dutch people with funny haircuts and it looked like we would be playing to people eating their dinner. The promoter took us away for some frankly amazing booze and dinner, and when we went back into the venue to soundcheck everyone had been kicked out and the room had been turned into this superb venue. Sound was immaculate. Tonight though, my amp (well, Rob Crows to be precise) cut out after 4 songs and I was convinced I'd desroyed his beautiful and EXPENSIVE Mesa Boogie. Thankfully it was just a busted plug. After the gig these delicious triple strength Belgian beers kept appearing out of nowhere, and I haven't seen Joss quite that drunk in years. Boy, was he suffering the next morning. The night ended with Rob taking off his pants in the middle of the street. Can life get much better?