As we criss cross Germany this week, we’ve gotten to know the alternately amazing and frustrating highway system here, known as the Autobahn. I always thought it was one particular road - a mythical place where you drive as fast as possible as a sort of national imperative, ideally in a very nice German sports car. (more…)
This is a city that seems to push its artists to cover every inch with living images. Stencils and stickers, giant spray-paint murals to tiny tags, everywhere you look there is another little masterpiece. (more…)
Hello from Hamburg!
The european Mobius Band invasion takes a break for the day in the home (or at least namesake) of that most American of appropriations, the hamburger. Haven’t eaten one yet on tour, but the doner kebab in Germany is proving tough to beat. (more…)
A few days ago we played an honest-to-god arena.
I know this because it was called the NIA and the ‘A’ stood for - arena. I also figured it out when we showed up and it was fucking huge. Like 11,000 people huge. Like “we have major sporting events here on the regular” huge.