Gnubbel rocks on!

Mike-n-Bach

That night, we played in Berlin. The opening band ("Gnubbel") was really interesting, with many original songs. We had to move many a chair in order to clear out the space, but our fun was such that we didn't mind. After that gig, we drove to Herr Utpatel's home of origin in northern Berlin. Quite something to hear the stories from a fellow who grew up with a wall and gun turrets on both ends of his street. In the morning, we did a little sight seeing, remembered the great line from Ronald Reagan, and headed off to Leipzig, a city known well to the Bachphiles.

We were scheduled to play at the Thomas School that night, but before we set up, we did a little touring of the town. I looked at some decidedly East European albums. Michael had the opportunity to do a little house shopping. And we visited St. Nicholas Church in order to be a bit overwhelmed by the scope of the changes in the last 10 years. After our looking around, we set up at the Thomas School and played in the foyer. A rather intimate crowd in a not-so-intimate setting. Afterward, the kind host family set us up with some essen.

Surprised they all fit on one disk!

"Not quite right."


Snacks!

Guten Birthtag!


Very nice!

The next day (yes, there's more!) found us driving off to one of our favorite Deutschland events: a concert at the church of our pal Silvi, in Nedervesa. At Silvi's church two important things happened. First, we got to see the actual preparation of the Interesting Trays of Particularly German Snacks. And, more importantly, it was Silvi's birthday! The folks of her church got her a small bouquet of flowers. And we sang her a little tune. As always, Silvi's parents set out a beautiful rendition of the essen. Unfortunately, as is always the case, we had to leave Nedervesa and head off into the German darkness in order to make the next concert.

We finally arrived at Christian's home in Homberg that night, and slept soundly, though some irate transients tried their best to evict us. (A long story, for another time.) The next day, we drove the short distance over to a town called Allendorf, where we had the pleasure of having "Local Support" (that's German for "an opening act") called Georg and Charlie. They were really good. Of course, in grand tour-ending style, the Allendorfers spared no extreme and offered up the grandest display of Interesting Trays of Particularly German Snacks! The photo only includes about half the food they actually prepared. Everyone feasted until they'd had enough of Particularly German Snacks, and the tour ended.

Georg & Charlie


Cake Takers!


The Utpatels

Tall Guy!

We drove back to Homberg, and reflected on what a good tour it had been. The next morning, we each took trains to Frankfurt Airport. Before we left, I snapped a quick photo of Michael raiding the refrigerator. It appears that all those Interesting Trays of Particularly German Snacks made him just a bit on the super-tall side. Anyway, Michael went home to eat salad, and I traveled off to meet my wife in England, which is another whole story about driving on the left side of the road from the passenger seat during petrol protests. Suffice it to say, England is different. However, from the LOST AND FOUND perspective, that concludes the month of September.