Papir @ treibsAND 11.10.2015

Vi vågnede klokken ni. Helt udtørrede i vore munde. Gårdsdagens indtag af store mængder hvedeøl straffer/belønner åbenbart en med en ulidelig helvedestørst. Hotellet er fint. Gode smørcrossainter til morgenmad. Sort kaffe, selvfølgelig. Der var en amerikaner med en dyster band-t-shirt, som spiste to bananer og to pærer. Vildt nok. Vi er vist de eneste her, som gerne vil i pool. Vi mødte en flink fitnessinstruktør. Vi snakkede ikke med ham, sagde bare hej. I aften tager vi til Bruxelles. Vi har en kuffert med chokoladebarer. Mars, Radier og Snickers. Ingen Kit Kat. Belgien er tilsyneladende et dejligt land. Lyskrydsene fungerer f.eks. upåklageligt. Igår så vi et egern, der var blevet kørt ned. Det ser man sgu ikke hver dag. Trist. I nat drømte jeg(Nicklas), at vores koncert til Desertfest havde fået en dårlig anmeldelse. Det var nu ellers en glimrende koncert. Anmeldelsen var publiceret i et heavy metal-magasin. Først kan vi ikke finde anmeldelsen, men så går det op for os, at vi sidder og kigger i et gammelt nummer af magasinet, hvor der er en koncertanmeldelse af det svenske band Paper. Forvirrende, ikke sandt? Jeg drømte også om en mand, som slugte et sværd. Det var lidt klamt. I morgen skal vi spille i Freiburg, og det glæder vi os til. Og her er et klip fra vores koncert i Lübeck. Det er et spritnyt nummer, som indtil videre bærer på arbejdstitlen "Syrerock"

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We woke up at nine. Completely dried out in our mouths. Yesterday's intake of large quantities of wheat beer punish / reward apparently with an excruciating hell greatest. The hotel is fine. Good smørcrossainter for breakfast. Black coffee, of course. There was an American with a dark band T-shirt who ate two bananas and two bulbs. Game enough. I guess we're the only ones here who want the pool. We met a nice fitness instructor. We did not talk with him, just said hello. Tonight we go to Brussels. We have a suitcase with chocolate bars. Mars radii and Snickers. No Kit Kat. Belgium is apparently a lovely country. Traffic lights working example. impeccably. Yesterday we saw a squirrel that had been run over. This can be seen not fucking every day. Sad. Last night I dreamed (Nicklas) that our concert to Desert Party had received a bad review. Now that was otherwise an excellent concert. The notification was published in a heavy metal magazine. First, we can not find the review, but then it dawns on us that we sit and look in an old issue of the magazine, which is a concert review of the Swedish band Paper. Confusing, is not it? I also dreamed about a man who swallowed a sword. It was a little obnoxious. Tomorrow we play in Freiburg, and we look forward to. And here's a clip from our concert in Lübeck. It is a brand new track, which so far carries the working title "Acid Rock"