Sun Nov 25, 2007 6:12 pm
So, since it's been so powerful experience for me, I thought I could post here some notes from the journey. I'm ill now so my brain is sort of less-effective than usually, so it will take me some time. Anyway, here go the two first days (thanks to Zuzana for corrections)
Olomouc, 14/11/2007
I felt like crap in the morning, didn't know why. I ate some pills which made me really dizzy, furthermore we had a sort of miscommunication with our driver, Radek, so I was late. Not the best start of the tour indeed. The journey to Olomouc was long, we stopped only at gas stations. We unloaded our stuff in the pub where we were supposed to play and drove to the hotel. The first great advice was, the hotel is across the football stadium (no one told us from which side); the second great advice was, you can't miss it. Of course, we couldn't find the bloody place for quite a while. At last, everything was all right, so we went back to the club.
We sat down and I ordered water (apart from shower, it was the last water I saw in the whole week). Food was decent, I ordered a skewer with fried potatoes, I think. I started getting a little bit nervous – the 3 hours for rehearsal I'd been told about became 2 hours, then 1 hour and if the sound engineer had been on time, we wouldn't have practised at all. If I remember it correctly, Michael and Kieran played me some songs and I tried to get them right. That was sort of a shock – of the songs from the Hogs' CD I had, only two were played in the same way, and I hadn't heard about ten songs at all. The sound was a little bit weird, I almost couldn't hear myself. That had a major disadvantage – I couldn't hear if I played badly or very badly; on the other hand, a major advantage was that the people in the pub couldn't hear it either. Well, Noel later told me that he could hear me and that it was not bad (I wasn't sure if he was honest or just gentle, and I didn't want to be really sure).
After the gig, we sat down to a table with lovely girls who had danced Irish dances there, and we drank some more beer... I wasn't nervous at all when playing, and that brought further comfort to me – I started to like the tour. As Michael said – it was trial by fire, and it could have gone worse. I got a lesson about the Hogs' English, where "cunt" is a universal noun and "fuck" is used instead of punctuation. Some time after midnight, me and Benny, the drummer, went back to the hotel (surprisingly, it was a much longer and colder journey than in our van). In the morning, we found out that the rest of the Hogs had (unintentionally) found sanctuary in a gay bar. Well, better than outside I guess. Good that the guys didn't get raped on their way home.
Brno, 15/11/2007
Ugh, I hardly ever sleep until nine, there I slept until ten in the morning. I don’t remember much, to be honest, only that we had some really good baguettes in the local buffet Radek knew from his earlier visit to Olomouc. Then we got on our way again. It looked like the journey from Prague to Olomouc, just shorter and with less stops for “pulling our cocks” (i.e. going for piss). I was actually worried about the gig, the boys sounded very good last evening, and I’d hate to spoil that. The place where we were supposed to play was nice, accomodation was just next door. Before we started to sound our instruments, we had several fantastic sausages. Despite me being from Prague, I liked Brno so far, good food always makes me happy.
The gig sounded like the first one to me - I couldn’t hear myself too well and I didn’t feel like I could play these tunes too well either. Even few dancers from Olomouc were there. It was nice to meet Zuzana here, who encouraged me warmly. After we finished, I had another sausage (they were very good indeed), and I asked Kieran if he could hear me on the stage - he said yes, something was good, something was bad. Although I felt about it the same way, it was not too good to hear that from someone else. I mean... I knew how difficult it was to catch these tunes by ear with so little practice, but I wasn’t sure if the Hogs knew (or cared). With more beer and Jameson, my mood improved, and when I fell asleep, I was looking forward to the next day again (Jameson is powerful).