13/06/13

On tour bus driving through Kansas City

Well, boys & girls that’s the first week of the US tour in the can, and what a week it’s been. We landed at Newark and were met by our good friend John as well as Mickey and Jan (our new crew). The bus is fully stocked and we’re ready to roll. We have no day to acclimatise and have two shows in one day. First show is in Philadelphia in the afternoon, the second is the Wunderbar in Asbury Park.

The baggage handlers have been unkind to the guitarists. The bridge on my yellow fret king has been bent out of shape and is unusable. Jamie’s pickups have been bashed in, but are repairable. Had to play Philly show with bust guitar and used Mickey’s Strat with one working pickup for Asbury Park. Not ideal but the only other option would have been a washboard with a fuzz box. A quick visit to Sam Ash’s music store the next day unearthed a hidden treasure. $149 lighter, I came out with a fire engine red 1986 Japanese Squire. The guitar is a beauty and will certainly get me through the tour. Big thanks to Tom Kercheval for finding me EMG pickups in Leesburg.

Got chatted up by one of those cougars again, the last time this happened was in Manchester on the UK tour. Not sure what these older women see in me, I’m 52 with a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp, but it’s good to know that I still appeal to the fairer sex. The fact that she had a white stick and was licking double glazing at the time still counts in my book.

The Scottish contingent has now succumbed to bearing their milky white legs; Derek, Jamie and I are now bright red, with no trace of our blue complexion left. Yes the Scotsman abroad is alive and peeling.

We are taking no hotels on this tour apart from a day room each day for showers and so on. We park up near Walmart each day and get the supplies in, then fire the barbeque up. Both Jan and Mickey are experts at this and what they can do with a top sirloin is no one’s business.

Jamie and Mark spend so much time in these Walmarts and are now fully paid up members of the Walmartian club.

First purchase of the week was a blender, which Mike put to good use by making us his world famous ‘strawberry surprise, A cunning blend of blueberry, banana and cranberry certainly packed a punch but the cranberries were so tarte my underpants got sucked so far up my ass I thought I had been wedgied by a greengrocer from Rhyl. He is now known as Smooth Operator Mike.

We are now in the middle of a Journey from Indianapolis Indiana to Topeka Kansas, The pants are off and the dominoes are on the table.

That is all

(somewhere in Germany…..)

Woke up this morning and my dog was dead, someone had shot him right through the head. Thats a lie, I don’t have a dog, and I live on a tour bus, Why the heck would I have a dog on a tour bus? Where would it sleep? Don’t answer that, What a beautiful morning it is here in Mannheim. The sun is streaming through the windows and the musty smell of rotting stage clothes is wafting through the upstairs corridor. The febreeze is running out and we are getting desperate. Oh the horror!

Welcome back to the second installment of Watson’s Away Day. this is week number two and we are having a ball. Mark has now got his packing down to a fine art in preparation for the American tour. One flight bag containing passport, body wash and baby wipes. Apart from jacket, jeans and shoes all clothing is disposable. It’s a flawless plan and the customs man doesn’t have to get intimate with him.

Today we got pulled by the cops on the autobahn. They did a random check of the bus and decided that the brakes on the trailer were faulty, they weren’t but Dirk got fined 600 euros and we had to wait 2 hours for the bus company to deliver a new trailer.

Jamie is getting used the the pedal situation now and only swore at it twice.
I discovered a really rare 1983 Gibson Spirit guitar today and bought it. It’s a cracking guitar and hopefully Mark my guitar tech will have it set up for the next show.

Both Derek and I purchased pocket watches from an antique store. My timepiece cost 10 euros and a further 8 to get battery fitted whilst Derek’s is over 100 years old and cost 600. Needless to say one of them tells perfect time.

Mike’s nephew Will is now working for the band setting up Mark and Derek’s gear, he is a lovely lad but his diet leaves a lot to be desired. He is only 19 and his daily 5 a day consists off chicken nuggets and jammy dodgers.
This is OK at his age but if he continues like this into later life then I am afraid he may have to visit Doctor Proctor with the fleischwurst fingers.

That is all

Thanks,

Bruce Watson

Date 17/05/13

Bochum Germany

Roll up Roll up, the greatest show on earth is coming.

Scream in terror as the Kaleidoscope Kid reduces The Eclipse to a quivering wreck with his magic axe.

Watch in amazement as the Mighty Quill conjures up thunder then lays down the law.

Be scared shitless as Dr Octoban rides the wall of death with The Flying Scotsman strapped to his back.

Of course life on the road’s not really like that, is it, but it did grab your attention.
Well, that’s us into the first leg of the European tour and what a tour it’s been so far. It’s been ‘full on’ since last week, what with travelling up and down to London in order to visit the American embassy for visas. (Yes they let us in).

This is our first day off so I thought I would let you guys know how we are doing.
We are travelling by bus with eleven people on board. Its 09.30 am and everyone is asleep. The bus looks like it’s been involved in a huge motorway pile up with bags, clothes and bottles strewn over the tables and floor. This is normal, this is touring. This is what I call camping on wheels. Today we have been joined by Jenny who works for the promoter. She is a lovely lady so swear words and excessive farting has been kept to a minimum. The piss tank on bus is nearly full so Dirk our German driver has pinned a notice on the toilet door which reads “Ladies only, we only have limited pee storage, men please use outside”.

Ablution time usually starts around 10.30 am. The usual procedure is to find the nearest hotel, walk in confidently as if you are a guest, find the toilets, then casually walk in with baby wipes hidden under arm.

Mark has this down to a fine art and usually manages to get a full continental breakfast thrown in.

Mike has been really busy with the day to day running of the band and is so proactive that the rest of the entourage have nick named him Yakult.

I have also been busy programming two TC Nova delay pedals for Jamie and I. Jamie has never used a unit like this before and the first night he did, all I could hear was him shouting “fuck off” at it. He kept getting the patch numbers wrong which triggered off loads of weird and wonderful noises. I told him that shouting fuck off to the equipment wouldn’t make it work any better.

Derek has been wearing the kilt and military jackets on stage every night. The jackets are heavy duty and he keeps them on for the full concert in order to lose weight. His weight plan is working and after 4 days on the road there has been a noticeable difference. He is now fading away to a horse.

That is all.

Thanks,

Bruce Watson