What a beautiful day. The pre-summer heatwave put us in a good mood and allowed us to sunbathe whilst driving and as usual we got lost in several Twin Peaks-esque villages on the way to the festival, terrifying villagers by being the first car to pass in centuries. Oh Bavaria.
It was our first real outdoor festival concert this year. Playing outdoors is great because you don’t have to worry about smacking your head on the ceiling.
We were reunited with our long lost brethren, Kraftklub, who apparently have spent the last couple of months doing nothing and not selling any records.
Photo by Eszter Bottka. See more work by Eszter here: http://ohwhatawaster.blogspot.de/
Photo by Eszter Bottka. See more work by Eszter here: http://ohwhatawaster.blogspot.de/
Photo by Eszter Bottka. See more work by Eszter here: http://ohwhatawaster.blogspot.de/
People. Lots of them.
The beef continues. Tonight with Till as a gimp.
After a month of sitting in our studio and writing and writing and … writing, we wiped the rust and dust from our guitars and keys and headed towards Saxony. This weekend we had the pleasure of driving a bus with a top-speed of 110 kmh, downhill. I think that’s about 10 mph in old money.
Escapism.
Photo by Andreas Siegel.
c0pacetic asked: Hello. First of all, your music is absolutely amazing. All the tracks on your album 'Summer' never fails to impress me. So in the song 'Neuzeit' May I ask what "UND DAS IST DIE NEUE GESCHICHTE" means?
Thank you for your kind words.
What does Google Translator say?
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Yay, Berlin!
We love you, and you know it, right?
We were nervous backstage, so we wrote a little poem:
Roses are red, violets are blue, BERLIN.
If you didn’t make it, we don’t want to hear excuses, just watch the video Arte made. Not only do they do really good documentaries about truffle-pigs, but really nice concerts vids. Our gig in it’s entirity is to be found via the link below.
http://liveweb.arte.tv/de/video/Introducing_I_Heart_Sharks_Berlin/
Once again, Osnabrück is one of those cities we’ve always driven past but never played. Something weird happened on the way. Osnabrück moved. And moved again. The closer we seemed to come, the further it seemed to go. Until it was in the Atlantic ocean and 9 hours had passed and we still hadn’t arrived. And then I woke up and realised we were in a traffic jam.
Despite our the ridiculously long journey, we had a lot of fun. The Kleine Freiheit (on Hamburger Strasse, geddit?) is a cool place where they took the best (worst) part of a seaside, the SAND, yeah, and put it in the middle of a former railyard. Cause railyards are kind of like the seaside. Whatever. There was a hawaiian vibe about the place.
Osnabrück, we would love to come back soon, if that’s alright?
Aaaaaah. Photo taken from the Osnabrück Zeitung. Read the review by Matthias Liedtke here: http://www.noz.de/lokales/63188584/popsalon-entdecker-festival-in-osnabrueck-mit-ueberzeugenden-auftritten-an-drei-orten
After a pretty disastrous gig some time ago on a boat, we swore to never again play away from dry land. But when we got asked to play on the MS Stubnitz, interest won over our promise to ourselves. We had heard a lot of good things about the ship, which in fact travels all around the Baltic and North Seas, chugging from harbour to harbour, entertaining people of all nationalities within it’s bows.
Rostock’s wintery welcome (snow in April, great) was a stark contrast to the evening which followed.
We played under water level and from the stage you could see the rounded hull of the boat curving upwards from below the dancefloor. The room was brimming and we managed to get sweat dripping from the iron ceilings. The Rostock crowd was great and we had a wicked time.
Maybe we might consider playing in a boat again, after all.
I’m on a boat. Well, next to it.
Dirty waters.
Our first ever official concert in Prague, or the Czech Republic, for that matter. And unofficially, too. We had every intention of leaving an impression, and we very much hope we did.
When you travel to a country for the first time, you have absolutely no idea what the reaction will be to your music. Fortunately, we have never had a negative experience, and this was no different. Thank you so much!
Our only negative experience had nothing to do with music, rather the motorways, which seemed to start and end without warning, and we got to visit the charming village of Rehlovice about 3 times on our quest to try to find the way to the capital. Word.
I Heart Sharks on Czech TV.
Palac Akropolis.
Don’t take this the wrong way, Nürnbergers, but we’re not usually used to you going crazy when we hit the stage. But yesterday… wow. The sold-out MUK was insane and very, very summery and hot.
I also managed to crack my head open on Simon’s guitar, but I think I sneakily managed to pass the blood off as sweat. Or maybe not. One of the photographers in the front row noticed and started snapping pictures like mad. Blood hungry, she was.
We’ll be in Bavaria again sooner than you think, but more on that later. Until then, servus.
Photo from http://www.curt.de
Photo from http://www.curt.de
Photo from http://www.curt.de
We finished playing in Freiburg and quickly packed our things. It was 11:00 p.m. We had an hour to get to Basel, thus we weren’t going to have time for border customs or toll roads, so we would have to sneak across the swiss border via a little road near the Rhine. Our navigation system told us we would be there in an hour. The doors to our bus slammed shut and we headed south into the night.
Alright, it wasn’t that dramatic.
We arrived in Basel and headed straight to the Kaserne, a huge hall where the Bscene Festival was taking place. As we rushed our linecheck, the hall filled up, and by the time we got on stage, a thousand faces were looking back at us.
Basel – that was fuuuuuun! Let’s definitely do it again soon.
Photo by Dennis Metz.
Photo by Dennis Metz.
