
Journal Journal: Leipzig Part 1
was in leipzig for wave gothic treffen music festival.
-stern hotel on outside of town was very nice and very cheap. very friendly manager who speaks good english. not really hostel per se, since includes shower in room. only two twins available so the wife and i had to scunch together in one. only disadvantages are no 24hr desk and requires s-bahn to get downtown. fortunatly the door was left open for the festival and the s-bahn was close by (once we found it).
-first night of leipzig festival really depressed me. i realized that all these black clad people looked like a bunch of idiots out in the open, and i was probably one of them. that combined with a few very unfriendly encounters during the trip really depressed me. for instance trying to get to pogo during DAF concert (good, sounds like german nitzer ebb) and one dude would not let me by. other shit with unfriendly telephone operators and stuff. also depressed because i thought i had made several bad trip decisions.
-seriously investigated possibility of going home week before end of trip. would have cost $200 per ticket plus $100 each to get to london. all other last minute possibilities seemed way to expensive ($1000 each) so abandoned the idea.
-second day and spent time in park watching spooky people drift by. made mistake of missing rythmic noise bands for experimental folk. i had previously thought in gowan ring was decent, but apparently not. on stage this guy looks is a fruitbat. "did you ever write poems on the back of leaves for people to find?" jesus fucking christ on a stick... luckily fire and ice was excellent with very well done acoustic instruments, strong vocals and good sound setup.
-my spirits picked up a bit when we found milwaukee djs/couple ky and joolz at the festival. spent time chatting with them about shit but ky is very perky and got me smiling again.
-originally had intended to record concerts on my archos mp3 recorder but i could not find my microphones in time. was going to ask ky if i could use her's but, realized that background noise in concerts was to loud. freakin germans never stop talking during band play. always this backround buzz you can hear. grrrr....
-finally (for this post) most germans do NOT speak english which is big change from amsterdam. we where only able to communicate with a select few people. the rest had to get by with the garbled german we absorbed from the translation book, which is still rining in my head (what the hell is "shuz"?)