well always hard to describe what is going on especially if you have to find some words of description about a past that is already glorified becuz the present is such a miserable place to be sometimes.. oh well, misery. tregedy. depressions.
no regrets so far that i finally moved my lazy ass up or more easternwards to bratislava, but first i had to struggle with getting my passport valid and a busticket paid, but it took me not much energy in the end and so i found myself having enough time to rehearse for 2 hours before leaving for the bus. i decided to bring my limited equipment basic beautycase gear and that was a very wise and clever thing to do becuz my personal slave and rowdy decided to stay at home (i even would have paid him the ticket... but no...) and especially becuz my 10 bottles of canned beer already had a tremendous weight (well of course i decided also here for strict reduction and had just to slip 3 cans into my little friend who is a military lunch-bag, next to my close intimate the mini-disc and the nice tapes and the brilliant swiss passport and other useless stuff). i boarded on the luxury-coach of that wellknown enterprise that brings & links europa together and was still worried about the things to come and the shit i left behind... they showed some shit on video and i found myself laughing when everybody else was not laughing. am i strange or what? maybe i was already drunk. but i did not really fall asleep and did not really see a thing except of a digital clock that was slowly slowly changing its time... after a couple of pausas (i.e. rests) we reached bratislava and the first problem i had to resolve is to get from the bus-station to the main station. i decided to walk around and if i had stayed longer in the bus-station i would have met miso who was there at the time our coach was supposed to arrive (but we arrived too early...). but me, i walked around and almost got lost, but not really. going down, going up. crossing streets, looking at signs. it was a simple but tendencially boring game. no human interaction required. for some strange reasons i made it to the railway-station and even managed to buy a ticket to roznov pod wherever. easy job. but i was far too tired and confused to phone up miso and tell him that i am already at the station and on the way to fukken czech.
even travelling up to roznov was not a very big task, i even managed to get the right train in puchov-or-something, there were no platforms really and all the information was spoken through loudspeakers and i did not understand a single word. but after asking some people and some railway-workers and some hand-signs and stuff i jumped on the right train and jumped off at the right village. but i was astonished, roznov did not really consist of just a church and one pub, it was much bigger. but the description of martin was good enough to find the vrah-club.

vrah crowded with tobias, franziska, floh, martin from b. and an unknown jerk who was drinking away our beer...

well, also found the local punx who were already busy with cleaning up their venue and playing ping-pong. i decided to go for a walk to the forest and to find some food rotting on the floor, some bloody steaks or sausages in traps, but i ended up walking into a dead-end way and being scarred to death by a barking dog, but i still managed to steal 4 very delicious apples, i devoured them and prayed to god and got in return very very dirty boots. oh well, back in the punkers club i got my first bottle of radegast and it was love by first sip i guess. i was almost sleeping as a big giant interrupted my dreams, i hardly recognized him as miso and had to switch from total antisocial mode to extremely happy totally social mood. i saw 2 faces i already knew (f.&f.) and 2 total strangers who were introduced to me as tobias and martin from the urbsoundsystemcollectivebratislava. well, after that the usual rockshow circus, i think some people even liked what we were doing, one guy was even talking to me and was pretty enthusiastic (even more than me!) and i must say it was a really relaxing nice evening and martin from malarie empire did also a very clever dj-ing set and revealed a very okay taste of nice music. also his vegan soup was very tasty but there was no second plate (for tobias not even a half-full, eh he). despite of some troubles of properly doing propaganda in town some people showed up and some people maybe even paid some entrance, in any ways we received some money to pay a bit gasoline. well, from time to time you have to invest in the scene, you know!!! for some reason they wanted us to sleep in the heated room of a guy, miso was to tall for the bed and therefore he did not really sleep well, and me i dont know maybe i slept, the others were also complaining a bit about sleep-deprivation in the morning. after a quick beer-frühstück we decided to leave for bratislava and me again had to struggle with buying train-tickets and sort out clever time-schedules of connections to nowhere. but i found myself again in bratislava hl. st. this time i managed to phone miso and he revealed me the missed information how to get to his private property (bus 81 until romanova, then ring lichy at osuskeho 6). well, of course miso and me ate away the pasta that was leftover from the day before i guess and floh or franziska just mentioned that we have an antisocial behaviour when they came back from shopping tofu and stuff. i dont know what else we did that was really exciting, maybe we went to bed or to a pub??
the next day we were supposed to drive up to handlova for the first of the 5-string of dates. but first miso had to get that punky skoda car from the husband from his sister. after that we were for the first time in the situation of resolving that problem of getting as much stuff as possible into a very small car without forgetting about the fact that there are four people who also have to get into that bloody car. of course we managed to resolve such a minor problem. for the first time we heard the funny noises of that skoda engine and were already on the way to the first hostinec where we met tobias who was already eagerly sticking up posters and drinking cofola. a bit of posing and smalltalk and up we went on the scary roads to handlova. but first we had to drive up a sidewalk thank miso secret past as car stunt guy for charles bronsons movies, what a thrilling adventure! then also uphill was even more thrilling, meeting punkfather steblo was chilling it out a bit but then parking the car was sooo fukken.... thrilling (i still have not recovered from it....). well we found ourselves in a schoolyard and the punx were rehearsing in a garage next to the school. but we were supposed to play in a beer-restaurant that night and that was what we did. we also received some certain amount of beers and so it was okay. ah i forget, steblos father was a very cool guy who drove our gear from schoolyard to gig-place and then back, becuz our skoda had to recover from the first trip. after the show afterparty in the rehearsal room of that welknown band i forgot the name. we ate tofujanka and drank some more beer and went to sleep. in some way they even wanted me to engage to play synth in their band (well, someone similar to me maybe...). had some strange dreams that military service occupied the schoolyard and that they confiscated our old skoda. breakfast in sun, with fresh apples from trees nearby and we received marmelade from steblo and continued our odyssee to vyhne, hometown of steiger breweries (now heineken?).
 

**** floh enjoying beer with right hand and the sight of his hard-earned hi-fi equipment in front of him, we also see some parts of miso's computer-monitor in the left top angle, and of course the guitar franziska borrowed for the tour (for the price of her cheap casio?)- handlova, bierhalle zum blauen kosaken..ääh slowaken.*******

***** franziska posing in front of usa-army flag or is it the south korea one? i don't know i am only into flagburning, not flag-knowing...well, this was in that strange rehearsalroom in vyhne*********

from vyhne i will always remember two really fascinating episodes: the walk with all the local punx to the very beautifull spot called stonesea, an extinct vulcano and millions of rocks laying around. also the pasta with peas and tofu-paprika-whatever was totally delicious. i was a bit confused about the tremendous amount of some strange flags that hang on every wall. maybe these fine people never would call themselves anarchists, but marxists? ideologies.... well, everything seemed totally relaxed and relaxing. maybe some people smoked pot? maybe clocks are running slower in this strange valley? maybe i was dreaming with eyes open? maybe not much mattered...next morning the punx prooved again that ping-pong is a pretty popular leisure sport. after some kofolas and dark beers we decided to head to trencin.

well trencin was nice. nice little cave-club. good speakers to blow up ears. even some strange people in military uniforms surveilling our strange actions (but they were not on duty i think). i already did not really know what to play, so i played what i always played in backwards-direction. the only action i developped was drinking beers and smoking grass. so i mutated to the highest priest of all zombies. lost inspiration and language. lost mind and heart, feelings and heartbeats. got immune to fatal diseases and sensitive for intergallatic linguistic and semiotic. 

martina was so helpfull with her invitation to her grandmas house, and first time in my life as a rock-star on tour i guess i received a solitary cell in which i could yell at wolves and pass the night with whistling national-anthems (oh well, maybe it was the second time after that memorable nights at trashland). you see, i start to write complete nonsense, so that is the reason that i changed my projects name to completely fucked-up idiot from swizzerlanth. well, that was a really nice house even with a piano (the other version i guess, the bigger one called konzertflügel in fukken german) and tobias had to fight first with the deadly remains of a moose (his antennas...) at the entrance. there was a cat who became a really close friend with franziska in the morning and a garden with appletrees, carrots and walnuts. this reminds me of the fact that we paied a visit to that castle in nitra where this fukken bastard from catholic church with the strange function of a cardinal. but i cannot remember if it was before trencin, well i think so, it must have been before, well confusing reality... it doesnot matter. around midday we made our way to nitra and first had to wait that the theater-group finishes their rehearsal and we also had to get those bloody fukken big speakers from the theater two floors up the subterra internet club. well, i think for most of all of us nitra was the best rocking show. we played in the entrance of that theatre and accoustic and stuff was pretty okay after some beers and borovicka. peter who already set more or less up that event in trencin was apparently into it and in good mood. we drove back in the nighttime and reached bratislava safely.

 

what a fukken mess says florian and they even think they can play with that garbage adds franziska. smalltalk at area 54(?) in trencin.

the highest priest of the church of bored and scarred to death zombies posing around at trencin and trying to appear somewhat interested (but in fact he is bored and scarred to death of course)

well, sad bratislava was the last gig and we had to go to a students place to get even more big and loud speakers to blow up our ears and the ears of our audience, but personally i would say that the speakers of that bloody theater-brigade in nitra were louder in the end. well, we played in a gallery for contemporary arts, with a nice curator who reminded me of a mixture of andy warhol and brian adams (his name was george for us). well, about 40 people showed up and some even were interested like you can see in the pictures of proove. i never have played in a room that was so white and it was a really nice final show with a really nice and powerfull support by jamka that used to be exurbia before. i am slowly running out of words and i dont know if i should reveal that floh drank an espresso with milk, franziska rejected it and received another one without milk and me i was so fast ordering one without milk becuz the first order was forgotten by the barkeeper. poor floh this gave him a hard time but after a big bottle of purchased kofola that stressy mental horrorshow was almost forgotten. well, our odyssee was packed full with little funny episodes and nonstop nonsense-talking of miso and the others (not me, eh he!). i can say that we had a really good time, it's not easy for such antisocial creatures and of course there might have been some stressy and annoying moments of full despair and total nihilism for me, but there was a good feeling that we inspired some people in czech/slovakia and that we did progress as contemporary sound collage cut up lo fi tekkno artists. maybe i will re-edit this and add some more nonsense but now it is really rainy and boring, grey and it is literally the end of the world. collapse. well, it is thursday and there is not much hope. the noise guerilla is marching on.

 

totally interested and into it audience in BA

daniel and monika as jamka in full action teasing their samplers and electronic slaves

from right to left: miso doing calculations on his computer, tobias mixing some drinks and martin ironing some shirts.

even more nice pictures of very nice people in very nice clothes entertaining supernice people in supernice clothes you can admire at: http://urbsounds.szm.sk