EUROPE - SALZBURG, ROCKHOUSE

Feeling pretty sick so have opted to take orange slices with my tequila shots. For the health. Salzburg last nite was a good show. One lady drove 5 hours, ‘I enjoy both bands’. Some people came from Linz. Manicbrain sometimes worries I’m too much of a showboat with my stage carryon, acting as if I’m in Wolfbrigade playing to a halffull room. But all I know is to get crazy, this is what I’m made for. It’s only rock n roll. Only it’s not. When someone says they travelled many many miles to see you on a rainy Tuesday, all the nitwit thoughts, the secondguessing depression, are negated, slayed for an evening. Play like you’re on fire. Ecstatic obliteration. This is the only way. 

More backstage bidet debates. Simon relays that he once drank out of one, accidentally. When he was 10. Sometimes you hear things that answer so many questions you’ve had but never asked.

A fan tells us he was in London last week, ‘Very dirty. I saw 3 garbage bags on the street.’ I can’t bring myself to tell him the things we’d find in the alley out front of Black Heart some mornings. 

Fleeing the pouring rain back to St Sebastian’s hostel, a sanctuary that is very literally a Christian institute, arched ceilings looking very ex-church. Above the door to our room there is a large wooden cross. In a drunken fit of heresy I snatch the cross off the wall and embed it in Simon’s bare asscheek while Ben summons the devil. Comfy beds tho, nice place. 

Down the street they have a shopfront you can go into and there’s an automated pizza machine. Sort of like those Japanese vending machines. Glass display cases and it smells real nice. Simon ordered 2 automatic robot pizzas for himself. Probably 3D printed and will give him diseases of the future. Luddites might’ve been right.