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SEBEN TAG AUF DEUTSCHLAND MIT FUNDBURO
| Wow, what a great time we had in Germany! Each
time we go back it seems to get better. Of course, the flight
over is a whole lot of no fun, but it's worth being there. Once
more we were ferried around the nation by our pal Christian.
He's a really good driver, and (quite conveniently) speaks German
so he can tell us what the natives are yelling at us. |
My kind of zone.
Christian sprechens deutsche.
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Tray of Particularly German Snacks
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We began our travels in Steeden, where Michael
served us coffee. We also were treated to the first of many
Trays Of Particularly German Snacks. Nearly every day on every
trip in Germany we have something placed before us that looks
like this. |
| The next night we played in Schwerin. We went
to the Duke's house, where Pete posed with some distant relatives.
Just like last year, Christian put our schedule into German
and attached it to the van. The next day we drove over to Uelzen,
and played in the Kulturn Halle or something like that. You
know, whatever the German word for "room in which Americans
play their unintelligible songs." |
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Rasta on!
Good News
Crossroads
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The next day we participated in an all-day event
with three other bands. We led a workshop or two and in the
evening presented a concert with all the bands. First up was
Fantastic Rasta Frenzy (Or I think that was his name). All his
songs were self-penned and the lyrics were in English. I, for
one, was quite impressed. Batting second was a group that I
initially thought was called "Goot Noose." Turns out,
of course, that they're called "Good News," I was
just missing the accent translation. They sang songs that we
recognized, which to us was good news indeed. Then the real
band took to the stage. (Oh please, if you even thought I meant
us, well that would just tune my strings!) Crossroads had a
real show with lights and dancing and smoke and everything.
Quite impressive. Though the power quit midway through their
set, someone worked out the problem and the show had went onward.
Batting cleanup was your American band, LOST AND FOUND. After
our set, we sat in with all the bands for a rousing version
of "When the Saints Go Marching in." Michael got to
sing a verse. I played tambourine. |
| The next morning we played at worship.
I'm sure the sermon was good, but to our ears it might as well
have been in Gaelic or Swahili. Then it was off to Berlin, where
we took Pete around the city. Michael brought his roller blades
to skate around town, but all the sidewalks seem to be made
of cobblestones, and we'd hate for him to be skipping down the
cobblestones like a rock across Lake Erie. That evening we played
at the J.F.K. School in Berlin. A good crowd and a fun time.
The next night we played Niederwiesa, where our friend Silvi
turned out the largest crowd of the trip. Her father made some
more delightful Trays of Particularly German Snacks, which rocked
on. That night we drove on and stayed at Christian's house again.
In the morning we scaled the mountain behind the house and visited
the castle ruins. We climbed around in the structure and Pete,
being from Wyoming, felt the need to stand on the highest point
and survey the vistas. |
What drop-off?
I'm the king of the castle! |
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That night we played the final concert in Allendorf.
In the morning we had our final Frustik (or however it's spelled),
consisting of a Tray of Particularly German Snacks, and continued
on to the airport. |
| As I said up top, we had a really great time auf deutschland,
and look forward to our return next May. If you'd like to see
the concert photos, you can go to the Photo
Phrenzy. |
Stein auf! |
Until then,
Stein auf mit a noi stein!
george
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