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A to ciekawe...
Ale dlaczego jest tylko notka z 12-tego stycznia? |
nie nie nie, jest tego więcej.
voila:
Sunday - 14th Jan
There are no weekends in rock n' roll, so we proceed to the Virgin offices to do 10 hours of promo. Everything takes longer as an interpreter is needed but we've done this before and we recognise some faces from the two times we've been here before. Makes things a bit easier. Radiohead are on a lot of covers, Placebo are a lot on the insides. Over lunch @ Tony Roma's we talk about W(Bush)- scary Texan ignoramus and the Appleton Sisters (starfuckers) before being dragged off for more Perry Como. The last interview starts with that question "How did you guys meet?" and we just crack up in disbelief before Steve puts the interviewer straight- "We got together at a Sumo tournament years back". We've all been on a protein diet since. The Sumo season is in full swing, but as per usual there is no time for such entertainment. Must remember to schedule one in for next time.
Knackered we snooze for an hour, Bri does photo for Kerrang as a Geisha- looks the part. I'll bet you it'll be the cover.
Couple of beers in the Hotel bar. Pat pope gets Steve started on Embrace, Pat agrees with Steve that Embrace are shite cause he likes to keep his teeth. Phil Collins Greatest Hits are playing and Brian tells waitress very kindly to change music as it is making us nauseus. She obeys. Good moods all around. Doesn't feel like we're going to play a gig tomorrow, we haven't played for over a month.
Monday - 15th Jan
All of us wake up at 6 30. Jetlag will prove to be a real pain in the ass.
Photoshoot outside a Shinto temple with Pat Pope. A group of geisha girls posing end up in some of the shots; even if we tried to plan this, it wouldn't have turned out as "Japanese" as this. We all ask for personal prints of this as it seems to capture something special. This temple also served as inspiration for the cover of Slave to the Wage (we came here last time), because the number three is very important in this religion and if you look closely you can see three oriental coins with holes in them on CD 1!
Kerrang interview over lunch which turns out to be the most expensive meal anyone of us has ever experienced, promo cost for Virgin; they've got the Benjamins , we'll spend them
Japan is very pricey (7 quid for a pint) but 100 quid for a meat dish is fucking ridiculous, but we indulge and it's amazing! The food just melts in your mouth, awesome. Filmed for posterity.
We leave for venue-On Air East, holds 1000, reminds me of The Botanique in Brussels, shabby backstage. We run through the whole set at sound check as we haven't played in a while and it all feels good. Playing the songs now feels like the taste of the first beer on a long night out. Crisp, satisfying and fresh, playing them like we're listening to the CD itself. Arretez le temps, c'est le temp pour un Stella! Bad draft on stage, feel a cold coming on.
It's 6 o'clock and we're on in an hour; too early for a gig but people have beds to go to as they start working at the break of dawn!? Not really optimum rock time, but that's the only explanation given. The usual what to wear ensues, Bri goes for his Brixton outfit, me and Steve and Bill go for black in varying shapes and sizes. My favorite silver coat gets a Japanese premier too. The room is tiny and we're continually getting on top of each other, confusing each others drinks (is that vodka coke or vodka diet coke?) -no Red Bull in Japan. We're interrupted by promoters and crew coming in for drinks, fighting off that jetlag energy draining tiredness, and trying to get in gear for the first gig of the millenium. Not the easiest of conditions which is proven halfway through Blackeyed, the first song of the set; Bri loses his voice. SHIT. The jetlag, cold temperature, lack of sleep, too much promo and not rehearsing will fuck things up. We cut 8 tracks and pull it off with difficulty. The crowd are into it, but coupled with the culture shock (utter silence between songs) it feels like we've been dropped into arctic temperature waters and asked to do a synchronized swimming set. We curse the situation, hit the booze and eventually calm down over dinner with the record company. They're a good bunch. Exhausted to bed at midnite.
Tuesday - 16th Jan
We take the bullet train to Osaka which is the fastest train I've been on. Smooth as silk. We pass mount Fuji. Bri's on the green tea and antiseptic throat spray. Steve's rubbing his sore tendons. I'm massaging my hands. We're back on tour. We scrutinize the Australian promo schedule, don't want what happened yesterday happen there. The houses we pass are all miniature, definitely not designed for tall vulcans.
The offline of the Special K vid has been fedexed over from the UK. With serious anticipation we check it out. We always want our new vid to be the best and we all felt it this time. No "there's not enough of the band" there's not enough plot coming through" "it moves a bit clumsily". Not that we have ever been seriously disappointed by our vids (maybe Every You wasn't the most artistically challenging), but we all seriously think we've moved up a league with this one. It's a two-hour film condensed into 3 and a half minutes, not missing a scene. Howard Greenhalgh' s got a pervy little twist to his stuff (check out the cum shot in Nancy Boy- "coming over me", dripping milk in Bruise Pristine, chick with knickers down in Slave) and that suits us just fine. Check out shots on location taken by Leigh.
We get to Club Quattro and the crew is sprawled everywhere asleep, poor sods. Everyone's feeling it. Loads of graffiti; Steve plays toilet tennis by reading "look right" on one side and "look left" on the other. Better gig, still that silence, Bri gets them all to scream in unison, they do. Steve's all juicy tonight and gets real funky, especially Scared and Bionic- lovely! See familiar faces from Tokyo, devoted green boy is in front of me with a Swedish flag and a Burger Queen crown.
Absolutely shattered after gig, in up mood we're taken to Korean BBQ where you grill your own meat. This trip turns out to be a bit of a meat fest. Maybe time to take up that protein diet? Not.
Wednesday - 17th Jan
Fans wave us goodbye, showered in presents, some really wearable tops for Bri, lucky bastard. Pay airport tax to leave the country; there's a tax for everything here, even eating. Wrong.
12 hours flight, drug free, but Steve's woken up by a drunken dickhead who sings along to his walkman, out of tune. Not advisable around a tired Stevie B, who comes seriously close to decking the cunt.
My bass tech gets sniffed out at customs and gets the works. Latex gloves n' all over a coin with something on it (mystery to us). Bad time to go through as many rockers are converging here for the Big Day Out. Some guy out of Black-Eyed Peas got sent back to the US as he got caught with some weed. He'd obviously not done his research as the weed is killer in NZ (apparently HA!).
Rock'roll hotel with Rammstein and PJ Harvey. Washing machines and cooker in every room, very handy. Feeling kind of zonked after the trip (it's now Thursday) we have dinner with Virgin who are really chilled here and we're presented with Platinum discs for WYIN. The first platinum for us and we're chuffed as we'd come back here in a flick of a wrist. A night cap with Rob Ellis (drummer with PJ who wrote strings for Black Market Blood). They've been here for a while cause they needed some rehearsals. Someone recognizes me and asks me what I'm going to do when we're not happening anymore. I tell him to mind his own business. Me and Bri go to bed as we're knackered while Steve embarks on a drinking session which sees him and Rob engaging in an ass biting session. Drummers are all barking.
Friday - 19th Jan
Makeup with camp Robert. Bit of a ride to the Ericsson Stadium for first show day. Pretty good vibe, having a bit of an exhausting nervous time as I've just decided to have an AIDS test. Speak to my manager and she's says I'll be fine but I need to do it as it's been on my mind for a while. Fucking horrible thoughts go through my head. Try to stay focused. Bit of promo, get asked about the Fred Durst incident again (New York 9 . Their camp is very separated from everyone else's, it's silly.
Have a signing session hug a couple of competition winners. Meet Chris from Coldplay who's a fan(!) and he's a nice guy. Get the privilege of watching PJ Harvey before we go on, although a festival is probably not the best way to see her, or any other band for that matter. We get psyched and have a good first gig. It's always a bit difficult to get adjusted to a big stage, the daylight, the people out there who don't like you, but we're pleased with it. Mick Harvey from the Bad Seeds joins us for some roast beef.
Have a night out where Morgan (our merch guy extraordinaire) at 6:30 in the morning takes over behind the bar and delivers some quality drinks. Amazing considering his condition. Hardcore! Meet some very cool people, some of Steve's mates and connect. Feels real. Check out the Sky Tower from Steve's window. It looks very much like a syringe, and the sky is a dark blue like I've never seen before; very deep. Bed at 9.
Saturday - 20th Jan
Bit of a recovery day. Travel to Brisbane, have Rammstein sitting next to us on the plane, turns out to be the beginning of a friendship, didn't think that yesterday seeing them walk on stage caked in white mud! It's a funny old game. Tropical heat hits us.
We drive from Brisbane airport to Surfers Paradise which is a tacky Florida like stretch of high rises and miles of beautiful beach. Kind of alien setting for a festival. Cool hotel again with a salt water pool with tropical fish and a waterfall. Don't get the wrong idea; this trip will prove to be exceptionally like a holiday in many ways, but believe me, these tours are few and far between. Bri, Steve, their techs and Morgan make a night out of it and Live It Large. I won't go into detail but strippers were involved. Good on them, this is crazy Oz after all. I'm knackered and I'm asleep by 10!
Sunday - 21st Jan
Do an early morning breakfast in the scorching heat and check out the beach. There's something about the sea that is definitely revitalizing (Oxygen perhaps), do some body surfing and get dragged under, I get slammed down and hurt my shoulder. Great. The 200 Oz bucks I had in my pocket get swept away too. Something for the fish to go out and get pissed on.
It had rained yesterday so the festival site is a steaming and stinking. We meet At the Drive-In and complement them on their excellent album Relationship of Command. They seem like cool people. We see Bez from the Happy Mondays hanging out with his kid and he tells us about their forced stop over in Bahrain due to their cockpit window cracking. They undoubtedly found something to amuse themselves with. See various JJJ DJ's (like Xfm in London) pottering about. It's one of them "he looks familiar Steve, who is he?" Steve sets me straight. I'm fucking terrible when it comes to people.
Festival Set
Black-Eyed
Days Before You Came
Haemoglobin
Bionic
36 Degrees
Passive Aggressive
Every You Every Me
Special K
Without You I'm Nothing
Slave to the Wage
Taste in Men
Nancy Boy
Pure Morning
Bri and Steve have a good gig, I couldn't catch the vibe today, maybe I was too sober. Have a chat with Killing Heidi, they invite us to their singer's 18(!)'s birthday in Melbourne. My mini digital video cassette with footage from the filming of Special K, Japan and New Zealand goes missing. Not Happy. Leave early (8 :30) and go back to hotel for a swim. We end up propping the bar up and this is where the Steve-fan-in-the-pond happens. Steve is definitely on something, one of his fully charged modes and you don't want to get in his way on a night like this, and this fan did and got chucked in the lobby pond. Water everywhere; we get out of hotel as security guards follow us to the hotel bar.
Bri's knackered from last night and crashes. Me, Steve, Bill, Morgan and two of Steve's Aussie mates bump into Roni Size on our way to a Powderfinger aftershow quite spaced, punched eccie in. Drink their bar dry, get called Marcel by the guitarist from Powderfinger (confused by the French-Luxembourg connection!?) and talk to a fan and her slave who had made some Absynth for us. Bump into Till and Flake from Rammstein and go to a really tacky and aggressive Techno club, split after a drink, and go to an even dodgier rock club. The Damned are played followed by Sing It Back by Moloko WEIRD. When we leave it's getting light and we go to the beach to see the sun come up. The most beautiful sunrise: clear and pure. We play some frisbee and I do some silly filming of Morgans stomach and my feet in water. Bed at 8 but can't sleep.
Monday - 22nd Jan
Me, Steve and Bill feel like death warmed up and moan all the way to Sydney. We invite PJ Harvey and her band to come on a Sydney harbour cruise organised by Virgin. They accept and we spend a beautiful evening seeing the sunset behind the Opera house. Fruit bats fly above us and we can see people walk the arch of the Sydney bridge. If I thought the tower in Tokyo was bad, that walk would definitely bring on my heart attack. I can hardly string a sentence together and go to bed. Bri's over the moon as he got a chance to properly talk to Polly and feels there is a connection. Maybe time to ask about a duet? He goes for dinner with Mick Harvey and some of the PJ crew.
The hotel's in Coogee bay just by the beach and the temp is around 35 all week. Inevitable sunburns.
Tuesday - 23rd Jan
Promo all day. An MTV competition winner cracks us up as he's so obviously on amphetamines as he joins us on camera, Gurning, the lot, funny as fuck. Bill joins us for dinner and he's red as a lobster, seriously burnt, we laugh! That's what he gets for not doing promo. We eat some awesome fish.
Go into Sydney center to the Metro where we check out At the Drive-In. They seriously go for it. Inspiring and visually stunning as Omar and Cedric have some seriously funky gymnastic moves. I want their choreographer!! They only have the stage light on and it looks like they've gone for 'it's only about the music' vibe, but we find out later that it would be too hot to have the full light show. Slap Bill on the back and watch him scream. Go back to Coogee for a couple of VB's.
Wednesday - 24th Jan
Go for AIDS test. Definitely the most difficult thing I've gone through. The doctor doesn't council me in any way. No "do you know the consequences this could have?" "what makes you want to take this test?" " how do you feel about it?", just that it's valid from three months back and anything that happened before then. Pissed off. Spend rest of day a bit lost, send some emails, write some tour diary. Steve bodysurfs and sleeps on beach. Bri tans.
Dinner with Steve and Bill, end up in dodgy, backpacker club, leave pronto. Go back to my room and shave my head.
Thursday - 25th Jan
Go to Enmore theatre for soundcheck. Absolutely boiling in here, two nights ago PJ did a show here and she collapsed of heat exhaustion. Not a good sign, Air conditioning is shit. Play a bit of new stuff. Rushed off for instore signing, get mobbed from behind(!) One fan had a tan. Sign blow-up dolls, whip a couple, sign copies of Special K which came out here on Monday . Half of them want to marry Brian, but he's already got his two husbands next to him. This is not Salt Lake City. Blag a couple of CD's, the best one being Gonzales über Alles.
Back to the Enmore and hang, the whole Virgin Oz staff is there which is a bit suspicious, but then there's that silence and they all look at each other and we know what's coming next. Platinum discs, backslapping and posing for shots. They used a photo from this album behind a WYIM disc, hmmm. They look cool and expensive.
Support by local band Waikiki, three-piece, girl singer. We come on and do full Brixton set, sweat buckets and crowd dig. Steve's topless and me and Bri are sleeveless. We love it. Bump into some old friends backstage and go back to Coogee bay.
A couple of drinks outdoors in the warm summer night. Keep getting hassled and asked by loads of Brits and Irish abroad "my mate's not sure but he thinks you're in that band Placebo", "You that bloke in of That band?" , " You're not in Placebo, are you?" gets to the tedious point. Specially after they come back three hours later and still can't believe, and ask the same questions. We just walk.
Spark up on the beach and watch Bri and a mate chasing each other in and out of the water. He's gonna spend the rest of the tour trying to get all that sand out of his hair! Out of My Hair where are they now? Back to mine for a nightcap, listen to Mouse on Mars. Concierge knocks on the door; complaints from down the hall. Turn down and later turn in.
Friday - 26th Jan
Big Day Out day. Scorchio! At least 39 degrees in the shade, dehydrated before we even get to the Showground. Taste in Men is playing on radio JJJ as we get out of van, something that we could get off on and do!. The Limp Bizkits are stationed as far away from everyone as is humanly possible, brick shithouses guarding their Chocolate Starfish entrance.
Eat some chicken satay and go and watch Queens of the Stone-Age. They DO rock. Get a bit nervous which is a good thing today. See PJ put on an excellent show( best crowd yet), but apparently they had a bad one on stage. Funny that. Have our best festival gig yet, love every minute of it. 60 000 people dig as the sun goes down, such a good one to feel the best.
Have a bit of a rock n' roll dinner with PJ, At the Drive-In, and Chris from Coldplay. ATDI cut their set short as they said people were getting hurt. I think all the crowd were doing was getting down and moshing, that's the kind of thing you would do to their music. But the band don't approve of that and said they'd stop if it continued, and it did. If people mosh at our gigs I take it as a sign of you getting into it and we definitely approve as long as you're not hurting anyone on purpose and showing some respect for the people you're on top of. I guess there's a fine line. I was talking to some of our fans who had been standing in the front row and some of their bruises were quite nasty. Be careful kids!!
During the Limp Bizkit set the crushing got quite bad and an 15 year old girl was taken to hospital with cardiac arrest. The Limps pull out of the tour saying their barrier and security needs hadn't been met. No one complains about their departure, the girl dies a couple of days later. Only 15.
The Party is held at the Q Bar on Oxford Street, free drinks and it gets large. The coolest dance floor with 15 different sized mirrorballs rotating in opposite directions with different coloured lights reflecting, cheesy but it works. Meet Kimberly Cooper, actress from Home and Away who's a big fan, apparently she's the token bitch, cool. Catch Steve doing slammers with Josh from Queens of the Stone-Age. Munchies at 7 am, try the Aussie Burger at Hungry Jacks (Burger King with a different name) very tasty with bacon, beetroot, and egg. Not enough so I have a Double cheeseburger and cab it back to the hotel, knowing full well how shit I'm going to feel today. Never live and learn.
Saturday - 27th Jan
Painful flight, really bad turbulence. Instore signing at Gaslight. About 600 people, could hardly recognize my autograph at the end. Chill for rest of day, fall asleep at 7. Steve goes and sees ATDI gets slaughtered and doesn't remember how he got to bed.
Sunday - 28th Jan
Big Day Out, Steve still pissed from last night. Web chat at site. Have a weird gig, didn't lock. Jennifer, author of Black Market Press (Oz fanzine) front row. Good little paper, check it out.
Back to hotel, hotel bar filled with festival people getting hammered. Chill in my room for a while, see program on Pink Parents. There is absolutely nothing wrong with having two moms or two dads or a gay dad and a gay mum, nothing really new here but it planted a seed. You don't need a license to have kids, just look at the ones being neglected or beaten.
Proceed to Honky-Tonk for debauched post festival/ Lilypad party. Lilypad (ex lighting guy) was responsible for all entertainment and parties throughout. A funny lunatic who kept his piss levels up. From this point onward the tour becomes one alcohol doused rockrag (it was from beginning really, let's say it steps up a gear ). Melbourne especially has a tendency to eat chomp away at your life units. Last time we left, Bri had to spend two days in hospital having his tonsils drained, this time shall prove to be similar. The vibe at the bar is wicked, Placebo are last to leave after having had a bop with ATDI, and Steve apologising for pissing off the drummer from Powderfinger a couple of nights ago. Hotel bar still in full swing at 8 in the morning. Excellent stuff.
Monday - 29th Jan
Day off. Write some emails, put two under age fans on our guest list, take tram to St. Kilda to see some friends, Bri and Steve in their rooms. Going for a Jimmy Riddle in the bar, a cockroach crawls up through the urinal and nearly gives me a heart attack. See some Roni Size at the Metro, not really my thing. Night cap with Bri and Rob Ellis . They (PJ) had just done a rooftop gig at RRR (local radio station) which was amazing apparently- people scaling walls to see it. Decide to do it next time.
Tuesday - 30th Jan
Bit of promo. Feels like band is regrouping after the storm's blown over. Beautiful day. Say good bye to ATDI as they've got commitments in England (TOTP-nice one!) sad to see them leave, decide to hang in London. Good sound check at Metro. Go for a swim and some sushi with Bill. Try to piece together the other night. Some of us really came out from ourselves that night. Get time for a little disconap.
Have one of our top five shows of all time. Everything fell into place, we were in control, enjoyed every minute, the crowd were amazing, cheers guys!!
Back to hotel bar, you can guess the rest.
Wednesday - 31st Jan
Still drunk, get a phone call from the doctor saying I should come in because "we have something to discuss". Freak out, call the only other person I think is up at this hour and he says "whatever the result you'll be fine" what a twat. With my good fortune the doctor had good news, I walk around with a smile on my face for the rest of the day. The thought that would cross my mind every 5 minutes and cause my stomach to churn now gave me a high. Chuffed I go celebrate with a couple of pints. Sleep in the afternoon. See a bit of PJ at the Palais with Bri and The Egg. She's good. Bri makes a night of it, high on Australia. I turn in early, don't know where Steve is.
Thursday - 1st Feb
Get to Adelaide and you can cut the heat with a knife. We go to the beach, find a water slide, catch some rays and fall asleep in the sun. Talk to Bri about life- life is good. Time to breed? Steve goes go-karting. A little briefing dinner over some sushi with the Egg. Politics and business within our unit. A little switch of mindset. Stay away from the allure of the hotel bar. The one in Melbourne was legendary, not sure I want to make this one a contender, at least not tonight.
Friday - 2nd Feb
Share a van with PJ and Rob, stay out of sun as much as we can. Till from Rammstein seems to want to be in our band today as he's planted in our little quarter for most of the day. Someone screams "naked bassplayer" and I take my film camera on stage for a bit of betty swollocks from Nick Queens. Put Bill in my black skirt (a squeeze for sure) and we put on a show that we're happy with. The Queens dismember a female mannequin and disappear for awhile. Film a bit of Rammstein on fire.
Get back to hotel and drink the free bar dry, fight PJ for the same guy (he shall remain nameless, let it be known none of us went there). Spend rest of night with Josh from Queens sharing what we got, then go on to annoy Steve and Darren Emersson with some fans I found along the way. Feel good hit of the summer unfolds itself for me and I definitely feel better for it as Friday becomes Saturday and we're on a plane ("de plane boss") to Perth, the final destination of this beautiful thing.
Saturday - 3rd Feb
Another instore, we feel worn out. I'm straight off to bed, Bri and Steve fly the flag. Steve hangs out with Darren E and watches his set, Bill gets on stage and shakes his boooooty. Bri comes by at 8 and he says I look like shit, I believe him. Bed. Wake up at 3 30 , watch telly, see Ash new vid. Tim looks good, what's up with Rick's hair?
Sunday - 4th Feb
Grand finale I guess and everyone is feeling like it's the last day of holidays. We share a van with bass player and singer from Roni Size. It's in the air- no-one wants to leave. What a brilliant couple of weeks, bands who are completely different hanging out. There's a love vibe. I nearly cry hugging the Egg. Get a shot of the Queens doing a Riverdance. Play some backstage badminton with Morgan.
The sun goes down as we play, we're definitely lost in music. Brendan from the Queens comes on with bull's horns on his head and fucking does a Riverdance, I buttfuck him off stage. He loves it. Pure Morning goes out to them.
Stay up all night, can't be arsed about all the changing of phone numbers, but we are gonna miss a lot of these people. Don't bother going to bed as we leave the hotel at 6 am. Pissed up flight to Singapore, Pissed up flight with ranting to Hong Kong. 6 hours drinking and piss taking in Hong Kong. Don't remember getting on flight to London, Bri and Steve put me in my seat as I sat down in the wrong one. Sleep all the way back in our reclining bed seats and dream of a perpetual Big Day Off.
Saturday - 16th Jun
IMOLA, ITALY
Don't want to leave home. Been touring almost constantly for 6 years, it would be nice to be in the same place for more than 2 weeks at a time. Steve's been seeing his daughter and Bri's been in Spain for some "accion caliente", I was in France with my cousin skinny dipping in Nice harbour at 5 in the morning. Great fun. Fly to Bologna for the start of a 27 date festival tour which is going to see us through 19 countries including for us unchartered territory- Russia, Latvia and Hungary. A bit apprehensive about getting out there again with 13 men. Makes me wanna drink. Have a chat about sequencers with Bill, make sure we have the facility of playing and recording backstage. Need that to keep the writing fluid. Meet Bri in Bologna; he looks really healthy, have a drink, catch up and get an early night. See Nick Cave's new vid "15 Feet of Pure White Snow" which makes me laugh as it's got them along with Jason Donovan and Jarvis Cocker doing choreographed dancing in a 70's workmans pub/club. Wonder if this song is about the place Jason's been in the last couple of years...hmmm... Bri's grandmum comes from Bologna. He does a wicked pasta pomodoro so that's where that comes from. He hasn't cooked for me in a while though as he's been between houses for the past 7 years. Get your act together Bri!
Sunday - 17th Jun
Meet Bri and Bill on the roof top for a tan topup after having passed three fans in the stairway. They were in the bar last night before we went to bed and are there now again. I'm perplexed, there are better ways of spending a beautiful Sunday morning surely. We can be a pretty rough sight in a.m. as well. It's windy and we're a bit worried about the sound today as the wind can really alter the distribution of the sonic waves. It's a really hot day but I still have to drag Bill into the pool as he says it's too cold, big wuss he is.
See loads of bootleg Placebo t-shirts on the way into the festival. It's the norm here, some are actually not bad. Bump into Brendan from the Queens of the Stone-Age and he needs a shower. Get settled in in the same dressing room as last time when Bri got into a big silly row with Damon from Blur. Check out Apocalyptica from Finland who are a mad 4 piece head banging cello grouping who play breakneck speed renditions of Metallica songs. Tight as fuck, me and Bri stand very impressed and smile at the sometimes silly rock antics of four Finnish longhaired classicaly trained musicians. I think a collaboration was on the cards, but I'm not sure now. The wind is rocking our backdrop to the point that we have to take it down for safety reasons.
Hold a press conference, Bri practices his "I'll give you an answer not answering your question"" . Some about San Remo and some boring ones about our lyrics and drugs. Questions about lyrics are difficult, especially if you don't write them, like me. I gave up after the time I only wrote about an unrequited love. Got juvenile and pathetic, oh well, that will be the teenage years. In the middle of it all some old geezer comes screaming into the hall and thanks Placebo for Bologna winning the Italian cup which was finalized just then. What??
Watch a bit of the Queens who dedicate a song to "our drinking buddies Placebo" awww. They're such sweathearts; love hanging out with them, but only in small doses as we discovered in Oz. Health reasons..
Our gig goes really well, although we haven't played in 2 weeks which for us at this time is an eternity and Steve has a bad knee problem and I have my recurring tendonitis giving me jipp. So out of touch with live playing that we forget to play Every You Every Me. Sorry Imola!! We love it and I think we have a few people along for our ride so we leave in really good spirits. Rounded off the evening on the top of the dressing room building which really is used for pit stop teams working on racing cars. Steve actually came here a long long time ago working for one of those teams and did one of those changing tyres in under 9 seconds. Impressed! Glad he didn't stick with it if you know what I mean. Continue back at the hotel bar where I do the mistake of going to bed with an unsigned room tab which I have to pay dearly for tomorrow.
Thank god for warm weather. Beats touring Englands toilets in winter time.
Monday - 2nd Jul
TRAVEL BELGIUM GREECE
A hot day can be nice, but definitely not spent at an airport. Get on the plane only to be told that it's delayed and that we have to wait on the plane. Me and Bri stuck between two Greeks on a full flight in economy feel the need to use the lavatory. I as the first one is grudgingly allowed the use of one, but when Bri goes he is coldly refused. Naturally you'd get pissed off as there is nowhere else to go as you can't get off the plane and what's wrong with granting you a basic human call of nature? He spoke before he thought and seriously broke the courtesy rule and we really thought that that was gonna get us thrown off. Luck had it and by right did we have a strong case, so we fly delayed south over the continent to Greece. Close one.. Not the first and certainly not the last!
The sunny country of Greece was experiencing a freak storm and the first day of the festival had to be cancelled as the power supply to the stage was getting soaked. Bzzzzzz. That meant no Nick Cave. Watch Hannibal on pay t.v which didn't excite me, although the brain bit at the end put me off my roomservice.
Tuesday - 3rd Jul
ROCKWAVE GREECE
See the Acropolis from under a parasol on the roof top. I burn like paper doused in petrol so I stay clear of the scorching sun. Do some promo and me and Steve have to tell a journo to fuck off as he blatantly insults us and blagged his way in there to begin with. As Steve said "We don't travel round the world working our butts off to waste time with assholes like you" . Harsh but true. He said something along the lines that we'll never write anything as good as our second album and he didn't even know the title of it. Shithead.
Drive through Athens' rush hour traffic listening to Ash live from the festival. We hardly agree to live broadcasts of festival gigs anymore and listening to Ash confirms that. Not that they played bad but the sound leaves a lot to the be desired, and that's not THEIR fault. We pull up at the Olympic village where it's held, not as good a site as last year when it was by the beach..
PJ Harvey n co are on form although Grandaddy experience technical problems- in one word -hire gear. We love this festival and end up shirtless posing like Freddy from Queen. Euphoric back to the hotel where JJ 72 are getting very drunk and we make friends with the Grandaddy's. I chuck Bri in the fountain and he gets well pissed off. I get my payback later as Bill chucks me in. All forgiven tomorrow.
Friday - 6th Jul
FORESTGLADE AUSTRIA
Serious rock bill in the middle of a forest. Therapy are here too. They actually work "Feelgood Hit of the Summer" by Queens of the Stone-Age into their set too and that is sort of the final nail in the coffin for our inclusion of that one. A bit of Placebo history happened here the last time we played (4 years ago) as we did an interview where I came out, me and Bri snogged for a photo and Bri posed for the poster for the sexiest man of the year. Bill also got his kit off and we drank someone else's rider. This time the same train carriages are dressing rooms, but we keep ourselves to ourselves a bit more. We came back though and that's the main thing. Good gig with live broadcast (!) something that had been confirmed a while back apparently, and quite energy drained we go off to the airport where a chartered flight awaits. Tiresome flight to Scotland.
Wednesday - 1st Aug
VIGO SPAIN
We receive Le Vibrator remix of Black-Eyed and rock out to that all afternoon. Steve emerges after 2 days in his room, feels like I haven't seen him for ages. Looked like he'd had a lot on his plate these past couple of days. Things were better now though. Drive through vineyards and coastal land until we get to Vigo, a very drab and industrial city. Not a place for Placebo to go wandering around at night. Don't think they would take very well to folks like us around here. Sports hall, need I say more. Sexy Sadie support. Good crowd, very good crowd! Communal shower with me boys in the locker room. The Red Bull tastes the same here as in England would you believe. Get back to O Grove and drink the locals under the table and have a blast. Found the local indie bar, Bri span some tunes while me and Steve chased our cervecas til 6 am. Made some good friends and some enemies. Had to round up my bandmates on the way back as Steve was chatting to an old man ( Steve in English and the man talking jibberish in Spanish) and Brian was tempted by people in all directions. Things were getting a bit hairy so I thought it best for us to leave, and finally I gathered rides from some locals to get us back. Got back to the hotel and got to see the local paper where we were accompanied by the Spanish queen on the back page. "The other side of Placebo", and it went on to talk about Brians swimming techniques and my "mini console" playing. It will adorn my wall. Never been paparazzied like that before. Result!
Friday - 3rd Aug
SUDOESTE FESTIVAL PORTUGAL
Super hot, wander around trying to find a pool to sizzle in, but no luck. Bump into the Sneaker Pimps in the lobby who played last night. Travel to the site in true rock fashion in a helicopter. Even more rock n'roll is that we got to give PJ Harvey her first helicopter ride. Fly baby!! Flew over the festival site just to rub it into the bands below. The reason we got the chopper is because the last two times we played here, the idiots who were driving us got lost both times and a journey that should have taken 2 hours took 5. And the roads are crap and they drive like madmen. Absolutely no excuse so we got the promoter to get us there airbound, also there had been some fiddling with the ticket sales last time we played Portugal so he his hands were sort of tied behind his back.
Get to Sudoeste festival in a cloud of dust, check out Elbow and Goldfrapp, good vibes. PJ and her band are on form, really enjoy them. We go on last, love the crowd and walk off on a high to an empty backstage. Decide to enjoy ourselves anyway and devour the local delicacies. Absinthe is far too cheap here. We try to stay up all night cause we have an early flight but after breakfast we pass out. Met the Stereo MC's at breakfast and Bri mistook the singer for our tour manager, funny. I think Bri was slightly drunk...
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Peeping Tom
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| Nie każdy ma to dvd |
A szkoda bo warto
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Jak będę miała więcej pieniędzy niż potrzebuję to zainwestuję 
Miko, dzięki!
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Mówi to w wywiadzie care in community. To nie jest dokladne ale ogólne też nie  |
A, wywiad mam. Ale tam tylko coś wspomina...
miko, dzięki!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
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taak, Shadow ma racje.
Jest jeszce taka odezwa do narodu Stefa sporzadzona bezposrednio po festiwalu. wylacznie w formie pisemnej.
Tlumaczy sie tam obszernie z calego zajscia.
Na pewno na jakims forum to jest, trzeba tylko troche poszperac.
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a oto i zapowiedziane San Remo
enjoy.
written by Stefan Olsdal
"After 9 major cities in 7 countries over 2 continents in two weeks we could have done with a better start to the day in question. We'd been flying around doing endless promotion for the next single Special K, and we were worn and talked out. Some days you wake up on the wrong side of bed, but this one did not seem to even wake up at all. It seemed like a very strange and intense dream, a day which looked back on doesn't feel like it happened. Our journey that had started in London on Valentines day two weeks before took us back there for a stop over from Toronto. Being plagued by foot and mouth disease and recently traumatizes by yet another plane crash, we didn't want to hang around for too long. But of course the connecting flight to Nice was delayed. Not that delayed flight cause that much misery (pub anyone? Shopping maybe?) but if anything, this was the domino that started the rest of the dominos falling. We were grumpy from the overnight flight, and just wanted to get the day over with.
"We knew full well this was going the biggest and probably most 'influential' TV performance of our careers so we held tight. It was going to be beamed out to 15 million Italians households (LIVE!) and as we were at the end of our tethers, with both the travelling and tiredness, this was definitely a scenario were anything could happen. And it did. Arriving at Nice which had been glazed in sunshine for the last three weeks we were greeted by rain. We waited for our luggage by conveyor belt number 4 and for the first time since our American X-mas radio tour of 98 where an airline sent all our gear to the wrong city, it didn't show up. Our entire lives were in those bags and we were going to be live on air in a couple of hours. The day was shaping up. What followed though was definitely a highlight, a helicopter ride to Monaco, Steve and our punk rock legend tech Oggins first time. Sweet, we felt like kids in a video game. Check in next to the casino, this place reeks of money. Quick times clothes shopping, cause our clothes were dirty and smelly. In dire need of new cotton fibres. Rush rush. Scoffed a dry ham and cheese sandwich. Thrown into a van, windy roads to the Italian border, barely half an hour to San Remo. The streets were lined like regents streets with lit up guitars and treble clefs, this small village is brought to life by Eurovision type festival, what the hell are we doing here? Paparazzi awaiting our arrival, shades on, straight through only to be greeted by 10 flights of stairs. Huffed and puffed our way up into our tiny dressing room number 322 and instantly cornered by mad Italian press and tv. Told record company we need our space of to be respected. They say we must rock 'n roll, "do something crazy", "lick her face", "give her a snog with tongue", This was talking about Raffaella Carrá, the host whose as big as Madonna here, and they were looking for us to do some live tv action. Create a scandal. Caked in make-up, lick her? Wrong. Tell us and we'll do something else.
"Chaotic run through with all the wrong hire gear and no-one know when or why were playing. The cameras aren't even practising their angles. Waste of time. My stands so shit that they fall over when the even shittier stage shakes. Back up to 10 flights to be greeted by more intruding cameras, GET AWAY!! We get our act together at a hotal nearby. Nearly fall asleep having make-up done. Put a call to theatre, have a drink in the lobby filled with young boy/girl band looking contestants from tonights show. Is this the smash hits award or what? Just before call time we zoom through the camera filled drive way and run up to gather ourselves. Bri gets told off for smoking, by this time I'm getting so used to the fact of him getting told off for smoking in non-smoking areas that I laugh. Jotted back to the mater at hand some Italian nervous looking floor manager tells us something in Italian no one understands. He doesn't know if were on now or later but he gets paid so he's got to look like he's working.
"Before everything had been properly arranged for us on stage, were pushed on. The audience seated and dressed in format eveningwear greet us with enough enthusiasm. Carrá introduces us and were off into Special K, mime mode, give everyone a run for their money, as nothing on the show even remotely compares to what's being played through the speakers at the moment. Imagine us playing in interlude in the Eurovision before the votes are counted. Weird. At the cymbal crash rings out, I see Brian with his guitar above his head launching towards the amp. I didn't get a real good look but the axe comes down heavy for a boy his size. A massacre ensues, guitar brakes, amp falls to the floor and I look at Steve and we exchange bemused and slightly confused look. The Marshall labelled 'Moby' gets pummelled on the floor, As I turn around Bri's run to front stage striking the most scarily provocative stance I've ever seen him do. I put down my Les Paul and walk off. The halls in a state of shock, not a single clap as we leave stage. Time to exit the building, A commotion. Record company at loss for words. What happened, Carrá stunned. I'm dubious. Security and cops milling all around, while cameras and reporters fall over each other trying to get us. The Eggman pulls us into the safety of our van. Crazy day with too crazy consequence. Phone calls coming from all angles, Placebo causes scandal at prestigious festival. No ones sure how to act or comment. San Remo doesn't know what's hit it. Neither did the Marshall amp. (Get told later that Moby had to play with our equipment. He wasn't happy! Our gear, we do what we want, we pay for it.)
"We're treated to a meal and a couple of bottles of wine. Record company disappear inconspicuously and were left to go back to hotel atone, We try to unwind, but I find it very difficult. Hotel refuses to serve us at the hotel bar because we were not wearing the proper attire. Bullshit. Snobbery like racism. "But you can have a drink in the lobby". Like saying leave your dog out of the door. You what!? And we're paying guests! Disgusting. We sneak at fur coats and walking displays of too much money. Bed exhausted. What a day. Time to go home. We came and did our thing. Try anything once and this time, one time was enough!"
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miko, elle, dzięki!!
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Elle! *kłania się w podzięce*
"It seemed like a very strange and intense dream, a day which looked back on doesn't feel like it happened."
^Skąd ja to znam... 
"At the cymbal crash rings out, I see Brian with his guitar above his head launching towards the amp. I didn't get a real good look but the axe comes down heavy for a boy his size. A massacre ensues, guitar brakes, amp falls to the floor and I look at Steve and we exchange bemused and slightly confused look. The Marshall labelled 'Moby' gets pummelled on the floor, As I turn around Bri's run to front stage striking the most scarily provocative stance I've ever seen him do."
^ Sytuacja jak w Makbecie conajmniej, albo dramacie antycznym. 
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Ostatnio przeczytałam na jakims forum że Placebo zagrali najednym z koncertów kawałek Personal Jesus. Słyszał ktos o tym ??
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to byla audycja radiowa
[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
tu jest calosc
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Bardzo dziekuje
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Klapka od sedesu Briana ma kształt gitary elektrycznej, to prezent, który Bri dostał w programie.
Mógłby ktoś wrzucić jak Brian czyta?! linki były na forum dwa razy ale oba wygasły.
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W sumie nie wiemy, co on z tym prezentem zrobił
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Pewnie właśnie na nim siedzi
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