It's an odd sensation when strangers in a strange and small town (known for it's knives) know who are. We've played in Europe before and I've experienced it in the past, but it's hard to get used to.
It was lovely to meet up with some not-so-strangers today as we began our 2 week/ 10 date tour with Picastro. Opening for us in Solingen, Germany were some chubby local teens/young adults who drank as if it was their first time in a bar - though, I doubt it - and made all the food inedible by end of the evening. The show itself was alright, but far louder than it should have been for the space we inhabited.
Next up, was Metz, France. This was a beautiful town with equally kind hosts who fed us well and made sure we were hydrated with very good wines.
That's Liz Hysen and Brandon Valdivia - the two members of Picastro travelling with us - on the left relaxing before the odd concert
Metz is also where I had my first violent outburst on stage. I spun and whacked a local drunk with my bass who imitating my movements inches from me and who Aidan thought would attempt to grope me and had already pushed back more than once. People working or associated with the bar did nothing until they saw that I was getting quite angry. I understand the tolerance of a local idiot, but the guy was ON STAGE! (there actually wasn't much of a stage, but still). Anyway, enough of that. The food and wine made up for everything.