Dolphin Neck Tattoo

Still in Germany. No amount of Gummi Bears and Underberg can make me not want to run screaming into Poland.

This is what happens when you leave the label maker unattended.














Our first club show in an old slaughterhouse. They are all slaughterhouses of some sort in these parts. Apparently Morrissey refused to play here after learning of the building's history. Sucker.
















Guess what? It rained today. And the forbidding German sky spat out a nice big rainbow.















And then quickly turned apocalyptic in color.














This can only mean bad things.















See what I mean?















Morale is surprisingly high these days. I think we are all united in our hatred of the big yellow bus and the constantly inclimate weather. Our only recourse is mischief. I caught Ally taking the grill off the fan's intake and filling it with pizza. It was an air conditioned mozzarella nightmare that night.















There also happened to be a wagon attached to the rear trailer hitch. I mean why not?
















Tonight, after our show in Copenhagen we are off to the great, white North. I expect that it will be mostly daylight for the next few days, and I plan on seeing many different kinds of cheese and condiments in large tubes. Maybe the sun will shine on this dog's ass of a tour. It has officially rained every single day so far. Until then...