boldraven93
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joined Feb 2010
Hey everyone, give this a read; it’s a story about the state of our country, not just about The Mission.. tour diary "dead guitars"
I woke up shivering because I was freezing. Either someone forgot to turn the heat on or the power just cut out entirely. I asked Frank, our driver, to get it running again, but after another hour in the cold i decided to go and have a nice warm shower. You honestly never know when you'll get another chance at a luxury like that out here. Anyway, we ended up stranded yesterday at the American border. Some loser in a uniform decided he wouldn't let both bands into "his" country. Apparently, you need specific paperwork for all the gear. Nobody mentioned anything about that before—at least, that's what we were told back at the customs office in Germany. But once you hit the actual border, they seem to make up their own rules on the fly, don't they? They just love making you feel helpless; I guess that's where they get their thrills. There are plenty of mindless people in uniform who seem to get some kind of twisted ego trip out of these little power plays. I first ran into this exact vibe when i had to land in Houston on my way to Mexico. "What's in the back, sir?" My guitar, sir... "Are you sure, sir?" Of course I'm sure, sir. "Where are you headed, sir? Are you absolutely sure, sir?" It was enough to drive me insane. I had to unpack everything and have the guitar inspected because they couldn't tell the difference between a bomb and an equalizer on an electro-acoustic. Yesterday, we dealt with the same kind of weirdo. All we had to prove was that we weren't trying to hawk our instruments in Washington, D.C. I mean, seriously, who drives two whole buses and twenty people all the way to Washington, D.C. just to sell their damn equipment? What a total moron! Well, it all wrapped up based on decisions made by people who aren't even part of this. We’re getting a day off, and the guys from The Mission are going to perform using rented gear while their tour bus stays parked outside the country. Since our driver needed his mandatory 11-hour break, we had to pull over somewhere pretty soon. That's how we ended up at a campsite with a spa somewhere in Canada. To be honest, the "dead guitars" basically held a meeting by the pool, and I was pretty pissed off. We could have done an acoustic support set, but it's too late for that now. We've been totally let down by circumstances, and honestly, I really don't want to be in a place where they can treat people this way. You never even know if they'll let you leave. My Dutch passport doesn't help much anyway; it's like we're all just addicts looking for dope, grass, and hookers, right? we might write a letter to the ambassador in Germany and the Netherlands, but it's probably water under the bridge by now. Sorry to everyone who messaged us saying how much they were looking forward to seeing us. I hope you guys had a good night with the mission. I spent nearly 45 minutes in the shower just trying to wash off the frustration of a canceled show, the extra expenses, and the nagging fear that we're going to end up paying way more than we'll ever make back from selling a few CDs. I showered away the frustration, scrubbed my tired body, shaved my five-day stubble, brushed my teeth, and crawled back onto the bus. Here I am now, finished with my coffee and muesli, typing this to you on my laptop while we navigate the winding roads toward Budapest near the American border. Is this going to be our farewell tour? Is this turning into a total financial wreck? Will Silver Cross ever make it onto the next album? Just go back to sleep, van Putten!
Feeling pretty let down as I write this
Love & health
Carl