The Prostitutes Corner

Thursday afternoon and we are on a way to Frýdek-Místek. The deeper we are in Morava, the more snow is all around. Around 5 PM our journey ends. But not in Frýdek-Místek in front of a Stoun’s club door, but 13 km away from the target, in a calamity traffic jam caused by ice, snow and (quite unbelievable) traffic lights. Police get hide themselves and hundreds of cars, buses and trucks got stacked in a blizzard. Stevie decided to take the situation under his control and it payed off – in couple of ten minutes we were able to leave this cue and take the first exit to find some other way to our destination. Clou were already there because they found the exit sooner.

Stoun club is a really cool place with really horrible access for the backline. Narrow and long staircase of this bunker will be quite a long time in my mind. But the atmosphere was alright and we enjoyed the show. Everybody from the bands found himself an appropriate kind of entertainment and the afterparty had started. The next morning we were rather not alright and both bands and crew met in the only one restaurant we were able to find. We tried to get better and went back to Stoun for backline. The stairs again…

Our sense of humor narrowed and got simplified a bit. But you never get so simple to meet the level of a “dance evening” in a small town. We were on a way to Valašské Klobouky. Five bands. Two punky, us, Clou and as the main one – some cover band able to play anything from Kabát to Judas Priest. The bar: vodka is pre-served in dozens of plastic cups and is just given off towards money. You can choose between regular vodka and children vodka, some melted sweets with alcohol, much more preferred by teenagers. The evening has a certain level of decadence and it ends again for some next day in the late morning.

The last day, a gig in Krnov. Kofola club. Finally the less you expect, the more you get. All of us in a rather horrible condition, tired and exhausted. But the crowd was ok and the atmosphere was warm, so we went for the last time this week up to 11 and so our friends from Clou. I publicly renamed our tour from Distortion Dancing Destruction to Distortion Dancing Self-destruction and went back home with Snowy wings in my head. Sunday I slept.