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More from the Long Winters European Vacation!  Just in time for the weekend!

 

Jonathan Rothman updates us from Spain amidst the chaos of Spanish

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Long Winters Tour Diary

Part Dos

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More from the Long Winters European Vacation!  Just in time for the weekend!

 

Jonathan Rothman updates us from Spain amidst the chaos of Spanish futbol. . .

 

Madrid was the second show in Spain.  The night before we played Barcelona.  It was a wonderful reunion with old friends so we didn't get much sleep before setting off for Madrid.  An 11am departure became 1pm and the 1 hour lunch break didn't help things much.  Add to that the soccer game between Madrid and Bayer Munich that was taking place 5 blocks from the club.  When the traffic started 20 kilometers from the city, we realized we'd be lucky to make it to the venue by 9pm.  But even the traffic didn't prepare me for the scene around the stadium.  You've probably heard that Europeans like soccer.  When there's a soccer game in Spain, the entire country pays attention.  And parking congestion isn't going to stop them from attending a game in their city.  How does the city solve the problem of having a stadium that seats 100,000 and no parking lots?  Ah... they don't.  It's every Spaniard for themselves - they park on medians, curbs, even in the middle of the street.   It was a fun scene to navigate.  A lot of jerks driving 5 km/hour looking for a spot, hordes of pedestrians walking out in the streets cars and traffic signals be damned, horns, horns, and more horns. 

 

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We made it to the club at 9pm.  This may have been a problem in the States (and most other countries in Europe), but not in Spain.  Doors were pushed back to 10:30.  The Moby Dick is the kind of club I wish we could play every night - intimate, great sound, nice green room, and 10 foot wooden carvings of Moby Dick on the wall.  Despite our late arrival, we still got a sound-check.  Afterwards, the club sent us for a quick meal at the - yup - Irish pub next door, and by the time we came back, the Moby Dick was a madhouse.  The opening band, a five-piece outfit called Underwater Tea Party, was killer.  They were rockin' this Stereolab vibe that really sucked me in.  Psychedelic, Kraut-jazz really does the trick for me.  They finished their set just after 11 and we scrambled to get our gear in place.  The show itself was great.  Rowdy, fun-lovin' folks ready to sing along and shout their requests with nationalist pride.  We played almost two hours.  The merch scene finally died down about 30 minutes later.  It still took an hour to get our gear out of the club because the DJ kicked in the indie jams and the crowd turned the scene into a dance floor.  A real sweetnighter all around. 

Originally posted here at gibson.com!  

 
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