Czech tour diary part 3 – Teplice

We spent most of Saturday on Pepa’s ranch. Pepa is the bass player of Z Ničeho Nic and he lives on a hill in the forest outside Strakonice. (A Czech guy with a beard who lives in the woods, sounds like Rumcajs, doesn’t it?) We got to taste his magic anti-hangover soup and some real cowboy chili. This guy knows how to live, he’s our hero. Continue reading

Czech tour diary part 2 – Strakonice

Strakonice is the hometown of Z Ničeho Nic, so having the advantage of the home turf and the Friday date, we could expect a bigger crowd than in Prague, and so it happened indeed. The town is only 100 kms southwest of Prague, so we didn’t have to drive too much. Kremelka is a really nice club, and it’s one of those surprise venues where you wouldn’t guess from the outside that it’s there. Continue reading

Czech tour diary part 1 – Prague

Our Czech mini-tour with Z Ničeho Nic started off in Prague at the Matrix club. The Matrix is a huge venue that could hold over a thousand people, and it has a great sound and atmosphere. We got there in time thanks to William’s cool new smartphone navigation system, and were greeted by Honza (Z Ničeho Nic singer) and Jirka, a friend of the band who volunteered to be our guide during these 3 days. (As it later turned out, he had just been out of hospital after being hit by a train, hence the nickname Train Buster.) Continue reading

What we did this summer

The few shows we played this summer were all memorable for various reasons, so here’s a round-up of the events. We played two festivals on the first weekend of June, one in Austria, and one in Germany. We’ve already played at Reedrock in Burgenland 2 times before, it’s a nice little festival organized by local kids in cooperation with a biker club so these leather-clad big guys are the ones doing the security and the bar. We weren’t exactly lucky with the last slot in the line-up as there was a significant delay in the program, but it was still a nice warm-up party for Munich the next day. Continue reading