Before the show:
you never know what you can expect when you go somewhere for the first time. The awkward meeting, the first impression. This time it feels good. Like i've been here before. Billytowns little brother. Spedition. A former luggage transportation depot building, now runned by artists. No small minded bar owners who measures the succes of the evening by the amount of sold beer, no, fine young artists rule here, who organise festivals and exhibitions for good reasons. The DJ even played some Gram Parson songs.
I did not play yet, so maybe i'm a bit too enthousiastic. We'll see...

In een keuken kabbelt een telefoongesprek in een taal die ik nauwelijks volgen kan zo rustig door dat het mij ook geruststelt.
Ze fluistert iemand met zorgen tot kalmte.
Het sombere voor programma kabbelt ook door, monotoon, in de zaal ernaast. Radio Dood.
Ik denk dat wij zo moeten.

After the show:
Most of the energy we'd put in the songs came back from the audience. I really liked it. Afterward I went to the kitchen and felt touched by the whole thing. A feeling I missed a couple of years. A fragment of the reason why I'm doing this. Thanks Bremen.

Kitchen Spedition, Bremen

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