Worm is an organization that presents out of town and local talents in the town of Rotterdam. It is a quaint bustling town with junkies wandering around. The opening band made tiny slipping noises with a harmonium and what sounded like whistling telegraph wires shorting out. We went to eat nearby at an Italian restraunt. 2 hours passed before the miniscule foods appeared. During this time a local beauty was being interviewed for Rotterdam local telivision. We talked loudly of our plan for the 1800s to reappear throughout the entire world with ergot domination.
After one gulp from the late plates, we were on the stage. The show was for a group of 25 people who observed, sat and tapped feet. The highlight of the show was a stack of chairs and tables to one side of the stage, and much room for the whipping huge hand. Paris. I remember much and have told all. The photos are available and Then Lyon, the city of the gourmet. A six course meal with endless juice being poured. Wine bottles appearing. Then cigarette after cigarette from the audience. We were terrorized by these chain smoking youths. It was nearly impossible to catch a breath and finish the set so we cut it short. Going out to the wagon we transport in there is a dire realization one of the wheels is flat. Yes. We rolled over a brass screw somewhere! Our opening support band Kubla Khan the Ethnic Crayon brought us a mechanical device to raise the cart, they brought us a light and hope to raise the giant cart. Then we made our way around 2 bridges for several hours looking for a place to put our overlarge cart. Then about 4 am we were able to hear a parade of "New Emotional Core" music from a living room radio station. Beds were every where. Rock music also. Slide into dreaming death.
I hope to talk with you more later,
Cotty