|Monday March 2 2009|
On tour with Lost in Dunkineely(1): Nieuwegein
So, there it was, 3 gigs in a row to get a taste of what it's really like to be on tour
We thought we were kidding with the whole Lost-in-Dunkineely-getting-lost-thing.
We got to the gigs alright, but not before we were tied into knots by some of Holland's infrastructure. And we were sorely reminded of what it's like to drive around Ireland, not knowing where you're going, except that it's probably rocky, wet and on the left hand side
Lost in Nieuwegein
Getting to Nieuwegein wasn't the problem. We WERE on time but the street we drove into led into a bus station from which we could SEE the theatre but not actually GET there. There was only 40 ft. between us and the stage entrance but it was blocked by a nasty contraption called a 'bus-sluice'. Basically, it looks like a harmless lump of concrete designed to make it hard for cars to cross. We sat in the car and stared at it contemplating crossing it anyway. In the end we decided that bravery is a wonderful thing but not in a car we need for 27 more shows, with half a band and all their stuff in it. As we drove away we were nearly sure the concrete blob yapped at us with jagged steal jaws.We saw rather a lot of Nieuwegein after that, driving in a giant circle to get to the theatre again. Just before we got there it got really hard and we were nearly honked off the road by some drivers who couldn't understand that trying to take a sharp left at 50 miles an hour is not something we were trained to do up in The North
Bas and Jesse, the theatre people, were as ever, way more relaxed than we were. I think there is a school where they go and mostly meditate all day and gather the rest of the information about theatres in peaceful camps in the ancient Sitka spruced woods of Canada...er...or something.
Anyway, the gig went fine , people seem to want to relieve us of all our CD's quite early in the tour. And to top it off there was champagne from our impresario and his staff.
Our cars had now turned into flower shops, from all the flowers we were getting and thinking we had this tour thing down in one, we sallied forth to Nijmegen.