Only one day later, and it’s time for me to blog again! After an incredibly busy month getting all our social media sites set up, I’m really getting into all this new media stuff. I can’t believe how much people are getting involved… it’s just great.
To top everything off, the new MySpace design should be going live after the bank holiday, and I am REALLY pleased with the layout of this. Myspace can be restrictive in some ways in getting the information you really want up there, so the lovely people at Retrofuzz have put together a new design to our spec. Can’t wait!
So, I write to you this Saturday morning, 23rd August. I am flying at 35000 ft, from Gothenburg to Amsterdam, having played a great gig to a crazy crowd in Sweden last night. It was my first country I ever played abroad, over 5 years ago now, and I love how clean, fresh, and beautiful the country is. I took my wife out for dinner last night to a restaurant called Fond, in the heart of Gothenburg. Admittedly I did not want to go out for dinner. I was tired, I woke up very drowsy from my sleep, and was extremely grumpy until I was served food. It turns out the restaurant has 1 Michelin star, and once I got the food in my mouth I instantly realised why. The food was simply unbelievable! I had grilled halibut with cumin and red wine sauce, while my wife had an open vegetarian lasagne. The flavours were having a party in my mouth, and I couldn’t even attempt to conceal the smile it brought to my face every time I took a bite. This really is what food is about. It was not pretentious, it was just good food done VERY well. I hate sitting in restaurants where you feel you have to conform to a behaviour, or standard. This wasn’t the case, and I felt very relaxed, the staff were extremely friendly, and this tight old Englishman even tipped generously for once
So back to the present: I am now on the descent to Schipol Amsterdam airport. We are both amused looking in the KLM magazine at the different planes in the KLM fleet. Among them, various types of “Fokker” plane. Why call the plane a Fokker!?! So, the big planes can be called the Mother Fokker’s, the oldest planes called the Grannie Fokker, and even worse, the smallest planes called the little fokker? This is how I will remember them from now on……….
So in a few hours, Mysterylands, in the “In search of sunrise” or “ISOS” area, playing before Tiesto. I expect a huge crowd
here, specially as Tiesto is the local star. I had to break the news earlier to Rising man Sebastian that I forgot my camera to take footage, much to his disgust! I will try to borrow one for the day and get something for you guys to see.
So I am getting told to close the lid on the laptop, so I must end this post. Because the crowd is expected to be so big, I’ve flown my parents out to Holland to come see the festival. Not seen them for a few months so can’t wait to catch up. They love seeing my gigs (they try to get in one or two a year, I think just to check I am behaving