the holy land
Dec 4 athens off
The guys all h9it the after party in the sky, and then the acropolis. I manage some room service and a bit of paperwork. Greece has beat me, I have no energy for any of it. I hide in my room-away from five minutes, away from dodgy parking, away from slack promoters, away from the cradle of civilization, away from the numbers, from the souvlaki, and hairy backs,. I can tell you8, that the reason why the heart disease rate in greece is so low has nothing to do with diet. They simply could care less. The icing on the cake is at 9pm when our ride takes us(10people) to the airport it is a 50 passenger bus.
We get to the airport and wait forever to check in, wait 5 minutes for our sarnies, wait two hours for our lost luggage, and fall asleep in a beautiful hotel in tel aviv.
Dec 5 tel aviv hangar 11
Up and at it early with all sorts of press and not a real chance to see tel aviv. The venue is amazing, an old hangar down by the docks. Everything is above board and every woman is gorgeous, some of them even have guns. It is pretty fantastic. They serve up the best marble rye with the sarnies, and boureks and a beautiful fruit bowl. Top shelf catering to be sure. Merav is looking after us in a big way, the polar opposite of the neighbors to the north. Shuki, the promoter, takes us to his favorite fish restaurant in tel aviv. I can see why, the food is stupendous, the wine is spectacular, and the waitstaff is from the pages of a fashion magazine. Kind of distracting really.
We load up on all the fish that we can eat and head back to the gig, I give the local opener a miss, kind of like bad bjork singing in Hebrew. But hey! The rev soon take the stage and really deliver the goods. 90 plus minutes of their lush sounds, the audience is transfixed, even when they are joined by the keith morris of tel aviv. A rockin show, and a quick load, cos it is all rental gear. We are in mikes place in no time drinking overpriced liquor for a wee while until begging off for a bit of rest before the morn.
Dec 6 tel aviv/Jerusalem/London
9am photo op with the manageress of the hotel, then a hungover van ride through the holy land to Jerusalem. I am not nearly a skilled enough wordsmith to describe whaqt we hafve witnessed today, nor am I a religious sonofabitch, but wow! Even the lads who have been here before are impressed. I can truly understand what the hubbub is. And the falafels, muy sabrosa. After a whirlwind tour of mt olive, garden of gethsemene, church of all nations, the wailing wall, and the church of the holy sepulcher leaving through the jaffa gate, we are airport bound. Vip checked in and at our gate and on the plane and off to engerland. After what seems like days(I watch the wedding crashers twice), we arrive in the big smoke, whisk away in cabs to our hotel, and commence drinking all of the lagavulin in the joint, and suddenly there is an afterparty in the sky.
Dec 7 london
Off day, errands, accounting, English breakfast, the record and tape exchange, the tube,the hotel.
Myself, mercel, the kid, and big al the tshirt guy go off to eat at the bush bar and grill(kiwi pinot and roast turkey, yummm) before heading over to the Richmond bar to watch man u get eliminated from european futbol, then back to the shack for a drinkie poo with beth ortons tm, and everyone can/t keep their eyes off of joss stone who is standing at the bar, and I am thinking, ‘hmm, gary glitter is going to get himself hanged for this. The meatbox arrives with his own bottle of jack and I can take no more. Guinness and turkey(instead of the box wine) and no one/s gi joes to play with.
The guys all h9it the after party in the sky, and then the acropolis. I manage some room service and a bit of paperwork. Greece has beat me, I have no energy for any of it. I hide in my room-away from five minutes, away from dodgy parking, away from slack promoters, away from the cradle of civilization, away from the numbers, from the souvlaki, and hairy backs,. I can tell you8, that the reason why the heart disease rate in greece is so low has nothing to do with diet. They simply could care less. The icing on the cake is at 9pm when our ride takes us(10people) to the airport it is a 50 passenger bus.
We get to the airport and wait forever to check in, wait 5 minutes for our sarnies, wait two hours for our lost luggage, and fall asleep in a beautiful hotel in tel aviv.
Dec 5 tel aviv hangar 11
Up and at it early with all sorts of press and not a real chance to see tel aviv. The venue is amazing, an old hangar down by the docks. Everything is above board and every woman is gorgeous, some of them even have guns. It is pretty fantastic. They serve up the best marble rye with the sarnies, and boureks and a beautiful fruit bowl. Top shelf catering to be sure. Merav is looking after us in a big way, the polar opposite of the neighbors to the north. Shuki, the promoter, takes us to his favorite fish restaurant in tel aviv. I can see why, the food is stupendous, the wine is spectacular, and the waitstaff is from the pages of a fashion magazine. Kind of distracting really.
We load up on all the fish that we can eat and head back to the gig, I give the local opener a miss, kind of like bad bjork singing in Hebrew. But hey! The rev soon take the stage and really deliver the goods. 90 plus minutes of their lush sounds, the audience is transfixed, even when they are joined by the keith morris of tel aviv. A rockin show, and a quick load, cos it is all rental gear. We are in mikes place in no time drinking overpriced liquor for a wee while until begging off for a bit of rest before the morn.
Dec 6 tel aviv/Jerusalem/London
9am photo op with the manageress of the hotel, then a hungover van ride through the holy land to Jerusalem. I am not nearly a skilled enough wordsmith to describe whaqt we hafve witnessed today, nor am I a religious sonofabitch, but wow! Even the lads who have been here before are impressed. I can truly understand what the hubbub is. And the falafels, muy sabrosa. After a whirlwind tour of mt olive, garden of gethsemene, church of all nations, the wailing wall, and the church of the holy sepulcher leaving through the jaffa gate, we are airport bound. Vip checked in and at our gate and on the plane and off to engerland. After what seems like days(I watch the wedding crashers twice), we arrive in the big smoke, whisk away in cabs to our hotel, and commence drinking all of the lagavulin in the joint, and suddenly there is an afterparty in the sky.
Dec 7 london
Off day, errands, accounting, English breakfast, the record and tape exchange, the tube,the hotel.
Myself, mercel, the kid, and big al the tshirt guy go off to eat at the bush bar and grill(kiwi pinot and roast turkey, yummm) before heading over to the Richmond bar to watch man u get eliminated from european futbol, then back to the shack for a drinkie poo with beth ortons tm, and everyone can/t keep their eyes off of joss stone who is standing at the bar, and I am thinking, ‘hmm, gary glitter is going to get himself hanged for this. The meatbox arrives with his own bottle of jack and I can take no more. Guinness and turkey(instead of the box wine) and no one/s gi joes to play with.
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