March 5, 2012
After our show in Hungary, I’d taken some NyQuil and gone to bed about midnight. After not sleeping for about six hours, I decided to get up and read as we drove through the Romanian countryside. As I sat at the little kitchen table on the bus, I was astonished to see the state of the roads: at one point we just appeared to be driving through a dirt field, with no discernible road anywhere. Progress was painfully slow. I sat up for a couple hours, watching the bleak countryside roll by, and decided to try and get some sleep, as we had a 1 pm load-in scheduled.
I got up again at 12:30 and made a cup of coffee. I then learned that we were at least 200 km out from the gig. The countryside had changed a little, more mountainous, and there was quite a bit of snow on the ground. While drinking my coffee I also learned that the trailer had thrown three bolts somewhere along the way, and we’d just stopped in a tiny hamlet and gotten some locals to fix it for about 3 Euros and 10 beers. It was like Christmas for them apparently. The delays continued, and we showed up for our 1 pm load-in at 6 pm. Thank god it was a flat load, with no stairs. We got lots of help from the venue.
The Silver Church was a surprise: a beautiful, silver-metal church decor (as you might expect), with steel and metal everywhere, and a first-class light show. The catering was laid out, and they’d hired six young beauties to be our runners for the night, ages 17-18. It was surreal. After all the delays, we got doors open 45 minutes late, but Daniel started on time. He finally got to play for some people!
We hit the stage as usual, but the packed house and great vibe from the crowd had us on fire from the start. what a wonderful crowd! Our extended jam at the end of our closer, Mother, had the crowd going nuts. I didn’t play my best show, but it was fairly solid, with no major problems. After we switched over and got Tony’s band set up, we sent the teenagers after some Jack Daniel’s.
Tony and band were on fire: this band really shines with the right audience. I think overall it was Aquiles’ best show of the tour. Mike threw his back out right before they went on, so I babysat the stage for most of the show, which wasn’t a problem. The teenagers kept bringing us drinks, and chattering away like teenagers the world over. We gently ejected them from the dressing room after a while.
After the show we had some great hang time in the club. The locals helped a TON, and we got to sit around and hang out, getting a late dinner and more drinks. I had to stop, I knew the drink and all the smoke from the club would kill me tomorrow. The promoter was all over everybody, glad-handing and schmoozing like his life depended on it. We tactfully began to slip away one by one. I got into the bus and into my PJ’s, and finally got 8 hours’ sleep.
Next stop: Sofia, Bulgaria