Susie Asado

The Beginning

I am sitting in the back of the car. We are leaving Hamburg. Another bright sunny fall day. It is the third day of tour. Already there is a rhythm to it. Is if this is always how it is. Packing, unpacking, setting up, sound checking, dinner, play show, sell CDs, conversation, find the place where we sleep, brush teeth, to bed, sleep, good morning, pack back up, and back on the road. Our first two shows were all wonderful audience and welcoming. In Braunschweig we played an unplugged show on the colorful stage of Kaufbar to a perfect group of strangers with kind faces and encouraging smiles. We were nervous at first to play, nervous to play in a fairly big room without amplification. But during the show we enjoyed the acoustics and the super attentive audience. The show ended with some questions from the audience and a conversation in the round. It is so sweet to actually meet the audience after a show. The next morning we walked around Braunschweig and were proud to have a few errands like mailing some Burning Hell records and stopping by a music store. Later in the day we arrived in Hamburg Wilhelmsburg. Sunny weather and a lively neighborhood bustle. Ariel and I had played Deichdiele last fall, so we were excited to visit a familiar place. We set up to all kinds of cables and nobs and turn up the mids and lows and it is all very busy doing our own sound. The show unfolds in lovely ways, the audience gets more and more friendly and we relax. Andreas, our host, unscrews more and more lightbulbs, so by the end of the show it is all shimmering low light. This morning we had giant croissants, or rather boof bombs (bombs for what they later do in your stomach). Marko and Ariel had the squished toasted version, which was probably a good idea. Then we drove back out of Hamburg, past the harbor, the giant cranes and shipping container stacks. Now we are on the way to Pellworm in the North Sea Yes, an island. And yes, we will take a fairy boat. Fairy boat! We left extra early to make the fairy boat. 2:40 p.m. Oh.