Twentieth Installment: You give me problem? (20/04/09)
Leaving Schlanders (!) early on Friday morning, I quickly came to the realization that I had a cold. My weird chest thing had vacated the premises and an aches-and-pains/snotty nose thing quickly took up residence. No problem, though: I knew I'd be spending at least the next eight hours in the safe, sterile confines of a van with eight disgusting people.
Luckily, we had an hour-long pit stop courtesy of a trio of Italian narcotics officers. A random checkpoint on our way out of Schlanders (population: 5928) was positioned perfectly to intercept our very suspect, very drug-free tour van. A bizarre sort of maypole dance wherein the members of We Versus the Shark and Blakfish were paraded in a circle while a drug dog was walked past us was followed by the evacuation of our entire van, equipment included.
Furthermore, passersby at the town square where the "shakedown" was being conducted were treated to a piece-by-piece evaluation of every article of clothing in my bag. The cops didn't speak English very well, which was for the best considering Sam from Blakfish couldn't help but moan, "We've got places to be, motherfucker..." around the 45-minute mark. The cops found the nothing that we didn't have, we snapped a photo, and made it to our next show a mere five hours late for sound check. They can't all be zingers!
Jeff Tobias, We Versus The Shark. Blog courtesy of Flagpole Magazine: Colorbearer of Athens, GA Star Power!
Leaving Schlanders (!) early on Friday morning, I quickly came to the realization that I had a cold. My weird chest thing had vacated the premises and an aches-and-pains/snotty nose thing quickly took up residence. No problem, though: I knew I'd be spending at least the next eight hours in the safe, sterile confines of a van with eight disgusting people.
Luckily, we had an hour-long pit stop courtesy of a trio of Italian narcotics officers. A random checkpoint on our way out of Schlanders (population: 5928) was positioned perfectly to intercept our very suspect, very drug-free tour van. A bizarre sort of maypole dance wherein the members of We Versus the Shark and Blakfish were paraded in a circle while a drug dog was walked past us was followed by the evacuation of our entire van, equipment included.
Furthermore, passersby at the town square where the "shakedown" was being conducted were treated to a piece-by-piece evaluation of every article of clothing in my bag. The cops didn't speak English very well, which was for the best considering Sam from Blakfish couldn't help but moan, "We've got places to be, motherfucker..." around the 45-minute mark. The cops found the nothing that we didn't have, we snapped a photo, and made it to our next show a mere five hours late for sound check. They can't all be zingers!
Jeff Tobias, We Versus The Shark. Blog courtesy of Flagpole Magazine: Colorbearer of Athens, GA Star Power!
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