The Hogs

[Irishbookish]

Good there´s no photo of my feet

Hope you had fun, Pyro. Good pics. Are you going to be in all the concerts there?

[Pyro]

It was fine - but I think the second half's gonna be better Yes, if all goes allright, I should play everything. And I believe everything will be allright - after all, now I have long time for rest (4 days and only one 1 gig) - so health shouldn´t be an issue.

[IrishRover]

hoiggoin' oit ois
Michael, what yer oimpressoins?
wroite soimethoing oif ye have OInternet access

[Pyro]

No, I don´t think Michael can get to the internet, maybe when he gets home.

Anyway, I wrote few lines of Litomerice, the place where those photos were taken.

I wondered what it would be like, the gig day before was well enjoyed by the crowd, so it looked it should get even better. I haven´t been to Litomerice yet, and probably won´t go there for some time. Now, back at home, I've been told that the town´s got nice historical center - which I haven´t seen. What I saw were tenement houses and dirty streets. We got into the pension, which seemed damn strange to me (even the name - Prislin - sure not too usual). At 5 pm we had to wait an hour until rooms were cleaned. Very spirit of the place was strange - the garden was dark green with almost gothic atmosphere (and there was a black cat too ) - with gargoyles...all that divided from the rest of the world by rather large wooden gate - behind it, usual street. Still, there was no sound from outside.

Even owners of the pension seemed a bit malformed to me, probably with gypsy heritage. They didn´t look into your eyes, whispered to each other; it was pretty scary anyway. Now, when my fantasy can colour the event a bit, it seems scary^2. But even at that time, I was wondering, if we´re gonna live up to morning, or if we´re to be sacrificed in secret tomb complex under Litoměřice.
Furniture in the house was very old - but not "for-tourists-old", but really old. Sadly, there were only thin walls and doors between our rooms, so I figured out there wouldn´t be much sleep on my part . After settling inside, we went to play the gig - which went rather fine - we met our manager, Romek, managerial figure and official photographer Zuzana ( ) - and the organizer of the gig told me my uncle says hello, that he played there very short time ago (my uncle is very good accordion player) - the world is small. After we ran through all the songs, we sat (bass and drums player went to Prague), drank some stuff, ate some stuff (mostly kundaklobasa - can be translated as cunt-sausage) - and then went back to the pension. We took a shortcut, which was (kind of surprisingly, yet considering we carried our instruments, luckily) truly short. We came around people playing table football in a bar, and put our things inside.

Those people with football seemed kind of drunk and detached - again, the atmosphere in the garden was unusual - it´s like when you walk the street on Christmas, look into windows and see so many events - yet they´re so tiny parts of many long life stories...and you know you´ll never touch/read/hear 1% of those stories...this way, the connection is hardly to be seen, but I sure felt it like that, back then.

Anyway, we sat in the bar (no good cunts, only one barmaid and occasional girl, but not what you´d expect in a bar) - and we were joined by Zuzana shortly. We sat, Michael and Kieran were drinking wine (moravian red). We were joined by Jarda...an interesting human being, to an extent. He was in the room already, laughing when we were laughing over some cunt variants of irish songs (he was pretending or could figure out that cunt sounds very similar to its czech variant). I thought he´d be able to speak english at that time, but when he came to our table, he managed to disprove my belief He sat in a funny way, touching Michael as he could - was sweating all over (those two things led me to believe he´s not only a quier, but a quier on drugs). He tried to communicate - when I offered my help with translation, he didn´t even look at me. And he couldn´t speak english at all. Fair play, he scored some points looking at Michael and saying: "You...fucking...Kieran" . After few minutes, communication went so well that he understood that Michael is Michael, but after few more minutes of staring, he started getting aggresive - he was showing his fists and shouting that Michael should respond to him (don´t know how you can respond when there was no question posed, but that´s for Jarda to sort out in his head) - we better left in haste. With Michael, we went a bit with Zuzana towards her hotel to make sure Jarda wouldn´t consider her to be a boy and rape her - mission success. Then we went to bed...as far as I remember, we agreed, after the gig, we wanted to go to sleep early - leaving that bar at 2 in the morning didn´t look so, but Michael and Kieran were drinking wine and talking till 4-5! And then passing through my room to pull their cocks.

I had the best sleep between 8 and 10 I think...though I dreamt of a wasphive - those wasps were closing in, trying to sting me to death...then I woke up - the buzz was fucking real!!! The window was open - what the hell, I thought? Wasp invasion? Then I realized there are only 2 doors and 2 walls between me and Michael´s room, and that the mighty artifact, the wanking machine, caused me such unease (allright, this paragraph may be a little exaggerated ). Then we went for a breakfast to some pub and things got good again...

[Zuzana]

Now, back at home, I've been told that the town´s got nice historical center - which I haven´t seen. What I saw were tenement houses and dirty streets.

See, this is the difference between musicians and managerial figures. Musicians hang in seedy hotels and even seedier pubs. Managerial figures get a fair share of the hanging out and then go to explore the beauties of the world around. The setting of the Hogs’ Friday gig was not only nice, it was truly gorgeous:

We got into the pension, which seemed damn strange to me.

Accomodation in Litoměřice has its charms. When you don’t end up in an eerie pension infested with potential axe murderers, you at least get a smashing hotel room number:



Anyway great reports, Pyro! Isn’t the life on the road a true bliss?

[Pyro]

Allrighty, few more photos from Prague: http://pyroh.rajce.idnes.cz/strelak/

[Noel Kenny]

Zuzana/Pyro. Some friends of mine are arriving in Prague for a 10 day holiday. Do either of you know if any of the remaining Hogs gigs are near there.

Thanks

[Zuzana]

Noel, I would recommend your friends to try the Scottish Games on Sychrov Castle on Saturday. Of the remaining four gigs, this one is the closest to Prague (slighty under 100 km), it has a nice setting and there is a whole-day programme with music, competitions, traditional crafts and undoubtedly plenty boozing opportunities.

http://www.skotskehry.cz

[Pyro]

I second that - there are many good bands (probably the best of Czech Republic), so they could have a nice time there.

[Noel Kenny]

Thanks folks. I'll pass on that info

[Pyro]

Some more stuff from a festival in Sychrov: http://pyroh.rajce.idnes.cz/sychrov08/

[Zuzana]

Thanks to the Hogs for a superb tour! It was getting better and better with each gig – and the one at the Highland Games at Sychrov Castle was a true hightlight. (And couldn’t even be spoiled by a truly Irish weather.)
The "official photographer" had the most pleasant time shooting the great party taking place on stage:

HERE are photos from Sychrov
and
HERE from Prague

[territa]

Thank you, Zuzana, for those photos. It is nice to see Pyro again.

[The Hog]

Howya Noel & everyone else,

If you are curious about the august Czech tour, it was just fantastic, was better than we could have hoped for, we did have 2 "Irish days" in terms of weather, 1 gig had to be cancelled it was so bad (it was an outdoor concert) and the lightning was so bad that it was dangerous, so we went hogging without any cares.

This'll be my last few words on medusa from Ireland for awhile, am off to Gran Canaria tomorrow, am starting up playing with the boys in MacGowan's, wont play tomorrow night but for sure will be startin wednesday,

Talk to ye all from Gran Canaria from tomorrow onwards however I suspect I wont be gettin to a computer or internet for a few days.

The Hog

[IrishRover]

oi & ahoiy Michael, hoiws oin Canaroia paradoise oislands?
gooid choice, here tois' blooidy freezoin' & pagan slavery added makes everythoing subzero feckoin' moisery..

btw. have ye perfoirmed Goivoin' oit all that oi goit duroin' Czech toiur? we were talkoin' aboiut oit earloier..