15 April 2007

Farewell, Irene


Yesterday I sold Irene, my Fender Jaguar '62 Japan Reissue in Olympic White. A truly great guitar. It was quite hard parting with her, as she was my first good guitar, bought in Madrid in May 1997 from a guy at a guitar store who had to sell her in order to pay his rent. Sad but true, and so I got my hands on her. I later used it to record almost all of Acid Jokes.

It's always hard to sell a guitar, especially such a beauty, but I wasn't playing her at all lately and was really far from my "sound" (if I ever had such thing), which is more a humbucker-style bad motherfucker. And after all, I have to make some room for the one(s) coming up, you never know with me and my GAS (I got my eyes set on a few nice birds right now.)

So farewell, Irene. May your new owner make some nice surf rock with you!

Stone

06 April 2007

Foort Cobain Tribute 2007

Another year, another Easter, another edition of the Kurt Cobain & Nirvana Tribute.
Just another? No, this time we thought we'd refrain from repeating the usual Nirvana songs and preferred to pay tribute to the real genius of the band: Mr Dave Grohl. After all, if it weren't for him, Nirvana would have never made it past being a half-amateur punk band with good songs and attitude. It was only Grohl's taking over the drums which made them into a fucking great rock band after all.


And so we said, you know what, fuck it all, let's play just Foo Fighters songs this evening. And so we did. All My Life, My Hero, Everlong and Monkey Wrench were the chosen ones, and man... did they have fun out there. I guess no-one was expecting this shit. God, it was a great feeling to see the faces looking at each other and mumbling "what the fuck!?". I love those moments.


We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. And we had a blast. Summary of the evening? We are Frogcircus. Fuck you, this is what we do.

Love & evil horns,

Stone

01 April 2007

Go vegan with The Sheeps From Hell (Chemnitz)

Subway To Peter in Chemnitz is one of the most bizarre clubs we've ever had the pleasure to play. There's not any proper stage at all, but they put all the efforts into making your time there as great as possible. And they manage it via the deli-fucking-cious food they always serve before the gigs. Vegan food, as it seems. As I said, delicious and incredibly tasty, but it's funny to notice how vegetarias/vegans always try to make their vegetarian/vegan food look like meat, smell like meat and taste like meat, but no meat please. Seems to be a subconscious contradiction there (they're all just yearning for a big fucking steak, but they're too ashamed to accept it probably.)



Anyway, another day of playing Tetris with the equipment in order to get it all inside the car, another day with a long boring drive to do, another day of screaming my balls off in front of the audience, and another day of having fun playing old and new songs with these guys, which is always the best part of it all. I have the best bandmates in the world.
We played an old/new song we hadn't done for years: Dolly, an ode to my favourite cloned sheep from Scotland, which we have never released but could make it in the next record (somewhere in the future...) A nice punky little tune with one of the most bizarre solos in music history, take my word.



After the gig, we stayed there a bit (although our favourite drummer had to run another one of his half-marathons the next morning, which didn't refrain him from smoking as usual) and watched some boxing going on TV, some old German legend I'd never heard of was making his comeback. Funny to see how little we have changed since the Romans time and their "bread and circus" attitude.
And to top it all, we had a beer with Johnny Cash, the man himself...



Take care...
Stone