They say that you travel to learn about your home, and I guess now that our European travels have concluded (or, more hopefully, adjourned) I can finally understand what that means. The various people we met and places we drove through, often barely stopping for enough time to fill up our stomaches and gas tank, reflected a light back upon me that made everything look a little different once I got home. How much more I appreciate the relative stillness of my quiet life in the valley.
I apologize for not reporting more fully from the motherland as events unfurled. Sometimes you are too busy doing or not doing to talk about what you’re doing or not doing. And long drives and impatient waiting in backstage closets merely dull your ability to converse normally anyhow. Needless to say I had an amazing time, a good friend of mine might have called it “life affirming”: a once in a lifetime, memories racking up like the miles blowing by, millions and millions served, bull-ring, shot-gunning, no sleep, leg drop sort of occasion. And everyone shouting out “GARY” when you spill your beer on yourself for the hundredth time.
Here are some more European memories . . .
Carousing backstage with EDITORS
Amsterdam canal
My wife Sarah and me on the set of TRON
After I drew this cartoon of the captain, we realized it wasn’t a dry erase but permanent marker . Maybe it’s still there.
Peter loves German sausage!
Il Duomo in Milan
Spanish tolls are our favorite.
We played at a bull ring in Lisbon. No animals were harmed during our show, so PETA back off.
O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
Porto, Portugal: Mobius Band’s favorite city.
Now we are back in the States embarking on another brief go round our native country in the unholy attempt at playing our music for some people who will hopefully enjoy it. Come out to a show, by all means.
We are currently in the midst of a hellish three and a half day sprint across the country. Of course our first show is in Portland, Oregon, so we’ve got nothing but van van van all the way there. We do occasionally stop for food and to reply to the IM of nature, but other than that its dotted white highway lines the whole way. God Speed, Mobius Band.
April 25th, 2008 at 7:57 pm
Hey, it worked!
Nice picture of us at Tron!
May 3rd, 2008 at 1:52 pm
you totally knew that was permanent marker.