One drunk Dutch lady and a few Germans later....

Here is what's been going on the past few days...
So i walk into this this little "basement" club in The Hauge.. ready for an interesting evening. Much to my surprise it's all to well and normal for what it appeared to be. That was until the even got started with something i have never seen before... a girl, a really big harp, and a drunk lady heckling her in every quite moment. Much to her credit, Habiba (the girl with the harp) was being a good sport and playing through the nonesnse. The crowd loved her. The whole time in the back of my mind i'm thinking "ok.. i'm next... and i have to deal with the heckler." So i reluctantly took the stage with that feeling that this could go all to bad if i wasn't careful. Sure enough, from the first strum of the first chord i had somehow amplified this womans desire to make a damn fool of herself. She burst out of her chair and into something that resembled a latin tango. Don't ask me, i was trying to keep a straight face. Anyways.. the night went on and again another good time with some singalongs and what not. Much much fun this evening.. i got numerous complements on how i handled this drunken distraction. One man was yelling at me after the show.. "your such a brave man.. A BRAVE MAN!!!" But yet i was scared to death of him actually. I hitched a ride back to Amsterdam where luckily the harp girl lived also. She was even so nice as to drop me off right near my flat. The weather was horrid. Rain.. Rain.. more Rain.
The next morning i saw daylight way to early as i was scheduled to be in Hamburg that evening for a show. It's about a 6 hour train ride from Amsterdam. -I've just notice that i'm writing this blog with a very proper tone. Hmm... anyways... The whole way to Hamburg I'm thinking.. why am i doing this? Then i arrived. I instantly felt a great vibe from place. It's a club called the Pony Bar in Hamburg right in the college district. It was a cozy Monday night.. again full of rain and the need for hot chocolate snuggling next to your friends for the heat. The room was set off to the side of the bar. A great room. Full of couches and chairs and a very comfortable feeling. Before the show i was warming up the crowd and perusing around and making small talk with people and stumbled upon a unique conversation concerning serial killers and mangos... again, don't ask. The show started with an intent Savage staring at the crowd and giving them explicit instructions that if they were to leave me, i would only ask that it be on a Sunday. Then soon after came stories of being the Last Car on a lonely road... and expressing how So Beautiful this crowd was. Later in the evening, I had come to middle of the room singing about your heart's condition as you journey Down the Road of life, when i was met by another... and might i say... fabulous singer. I had never met this good looking German man, but we started to sing together as if we had known what we were doing all along. It was, and i don't use this word often, truly brilliant. Aha.. witch word? Anyways.. all the people at this time were singing and making beautiful melodies on their own. It was really something special to be a part of. At one point i just stopped and listened to the people. Almost brought a tear this old man's glass eye.
The next morning i awoke in a nice and again... cozy little apartment in Hamburg. Shorty after i made why to the Hauptbahnhof, ate some noodles for 2 euros 50 cent.. very cheap by the way... and then slept most of the way back to Amsterdam. I did get home just in time to see my buddy Lukas play a great show at this club called Twstd. Then caught the tram to the Dam.. got me some wok to go.. 5 euros... very cheap also and caught the last tram back to my flat.
Today.. all i did was relax, eat and talk summer tour with Ravinia our Europian booking agencey. I feel this blog has been all to detailed, so with that.. i bow out and say goodnight. Tomorrow my first Amsterdam gig. Laters..

- Savage