We are standing on the Reeperbahn on a day of different weathers that chop and change from minute to minute between sheets of rain and rays of sun, gusts of wind and dark clouds swapping places with bright blue skies. We are on the way from the airbnb to the harbour, looking for breakfast between the sex shops and the tacky souvenir stores, crossing this most renowned strip that has been selling “entertainment” since the rope makers moved outside the city (Reeperbahn = ropewalk). Prostitution is legal in Germany and […]
Berlin, The Brandenburg Gate And Music You Can Sit Down To
Standing below the Brandenburg Gate, quickly stepping aside out of the path of the advancing quadriga, I wondered if the copper horses, chariot and the goddess of victory might trample me to death. Suppressed by the humidity, elbowed by the marauding tourists, shoved by the screaming girls and the groaning groups of men and keeping a good distance from the very scary naked man on the other side of the square, I realize that summer is really here and I have reached Berlin. This is also the site of the […]
A slight pause before Berlin
After a busy few weeks rehearsing and playing shows in Italy and Norway with Anekdoten I am finally reunited with my amazing wife Olivia in Cologne. I have been meaning to write about all these recent adventures (especially the incredible city of Rome) but alas I am going to Berlin tomorrow, seeing Jeff Beck at the Tempodrom next Tuesday and then off to Hamburg for 3 days before returning to the Cologne/Bonn area where I can hopefully settle down to some writing regarding recent events, adding the latest news from […]
The Past To The Future – Stockholm To Milan
Leaving Stockholm today for Milan, Rome and finally Bergen, Norway, where I’ll be playing with Anekdoten. I won’t be in England again till next year, it feels like a new phase with the Anekdoten shows, the latest Noctorum album and other happenings in the coming months that I will get into as they approach. But all this and with the death of a musician you have played with despite not being in touch recently, the future seems to be blurring out the past at a tremendous rate. The past rather […]
A New Year In The Yucca Valley, California
January 1st 2018 in Yucca Valley, California, and the American melting pot gurgles and spits. Leaving Patti and Mike’s house on the edge of the desert for the cultural experience of Denny’s 24 hour breakfast, oatmeal with brown sugar, decaf with half and half, wheat toast and avocado, no butter. Our waitress (server as they seem to want to call her) is a lovely, friendly Mexican lady and as we order, another Mexican family arrives for lunch – their lunch is our breakfast. So close to the Mexican border one […]