Ostrava, Czech Republic to Nürenberg, Germany.
Gabriel at work, with a bunch of our close friends.
We played the Colours of Ostrava Festival last night to a packed house full of people of all ages.
For me, this was one of those moments when I was glad I became a musician and not a pilot. The first time I came to the Czech Republic was in 1993, with a singer/songwriter with a pretty big following, worldwide.
I met Václav Havel three times, and once was held at gunpoint by his Secret Service men. Havel saw what was happening, and called them off. He gave me a big hug and kissed both my cheeks and said it was good to see me again. The man I was working for looked up from his famous Ray-Bans and cracked a rare, brief smile. Havel was huge fan of my boss's work. Haha. Thanks, dude.
So, yeah, I've been lucky enough to have been to the Czech Republic many times since. This time with XIXA, my T-town homies. It was spectacular. There's something about this country and what has been through that makes me keep coming back.
Ok, enough for now, we just crossed into Germany, where I can understand and speak the language. I need to work on my Czech.
Thanks for coming along.
Wir fahr'n, fahr'n, fahr'n auf der Autobahn...
I Somewhere in Germany...
Ostrava, under threatening skies.
Derelict "Disco Arena," in the middle of nowhere. Former queen of a period long since passed. Now, forgotten.
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of XIXA's tour diary.