S*T*U*F*F* Reloaded

Situation at this point:

Its 22:15 in Trencin, Slovakia. I’m sitting outside a very strange hotel that has just opened for us - not really ready for guests. By that I mean such delights as no phones, and a large plank of wood where the door to the swimming pool should be.

Our truck has broken down outside Budapest, after having got stuck on a melted motorway en route from Athens to Zagreb, leading to a cancelled show. There is supposedly a second truck going to catch up with the first truck, meaning they need to change the load over into the new truck before trying to get here. The festival is an all-nighter, so in my mind there is an opportunity to stamp a statement of intent on this situation. Everyone is up for doing it, but it all depends on the trucks - the possibility of doing it with local backline is out of the question - imagine “Run” with a Pearl drumkit, a guitar, Marshall amp, a bass and a Roland D-50. No.

So what does that mean? Well, I don’t know. Its kind of cool - we don’t know what will happen here.

LATER

Its now 00:45, and the show is cancelled. Its a real shame, as the vibe out here at the festival is fantastic. We decided to come out anyway, to make the best of a bad situation… we’re hanging backstage having a real laugh with Basement Jaxx. Just going to check out DJ Shadow at 1am and head back to the hotel with our tails between our legs - what a pity, really.

There’s really nothing we could have done about it. If the truck had arrived at 2am, then we could have played, but it broke down yet again. Unbelievable. I had a premonition of a dream while I was dozing this-afternoon that the gig would fall to bits in a Father Ted style. And unfortunately it has happened. However, I just hope that my brother is not asleep under JB’s piano, like he was in the dream.

DJ Shadow time.