Fighting in the name of Rock´n´roll!


On Saturday 4 members of the clapping travel group were supposed to meet in Essen at 6 p.m., the 2 females were on time. Having a couple of beers, barbecue, singing to music.
The 2 males arrived an hour later. One quite annoyed, one even yet totally a destroyed.
To get something in their stomach, they had to eat some sausages.
The doors at Zeche Carl opened at 7.30 p.m., a little late if you ask us.
The boys didn´t have tickets so we tried to hurry a bit. It was not as easy, if you can imagine a guy talking to everyone and giving beer to everyone.
So we were standing in that row, we asked Jörn to behave at least in front of the security. That worked ähhm, yes… everybody in a 10 meter radius knew, he didn’t know the name of the band we were about to see. We told him again about our favorite sweds.
Fortunately, the security let us 4 inside.
The first band, Sushi drive in, was nearly finished with their set. We just saw 2 or 3 songs. The last one was a cover of Wheatus “teenage dirtbag”. During the “girls part” of the song, almost the whole room was quite. Only Jessie and Live entertained everybody by singing this part in a not very female voice. We liked it.



While the crew arranged the instruments for the headliner, Jörn asked again who is playing. Now, we were able to show him the banner on the wall. Read what it says “Royal Republic”.



The concert was very good. Jörn did not fall on 15 year old girls. Dirk liked the band (he never heard of before). Jessie and Live were having fun, singing “oh wie ist das schön…” (you need to bring the good stuff from your “home” town).



The only strange things were the awaking mother instincts for these boys all around 30.
Adam lost some pounds since Münster and didn´t style his hair, Per was obviously sick, Hannes nearly passing out. We don´t like this. Their management is the enemy.
After the concert the security tried to kick us out every early, there was a gothic party or something in the other room. Not good, because we wanted to have some beers again, but what shall we do… Zeche Carl, we won´t come again.
The party had to continue in the hotel. The distance was only 350 meters, like Jörn promised!!!
With beer, Jägermeister and a “ghetto-blaster” we started the long journey.
We still wonder why nobody was upset by your “silent” stay.
In the morning, some of use tried to figure out if they liked the concert. They think so…

So Essen, a good concert evening is a little festival for us. Remember!