2002 South America

TIDAL was on tour in South America July 18 until August 24 2002. this is the original tour blog.

19/07 – Londrina, Brasil
20/07 – São Paulo, Brasil com Overwhelm …
21/07 – Belo Horizonte, Brasil com Retórica Mansão Libertina. R.Paulo Simoni, 54 (esq.Contorno)
25/07 – Mariana, Brasil com Retórica e Red Bus Sagarana. R$ 3
26/07 – Cabo Frio, Brasil
27/07 – Rio de Janeiro, Brasil com Confronto Kachanga.
28/07 – São Paulo, Brasil com Constrito e Colligere Hangar 110. R$ 6
01/08 – Curitiba, Brasil com Única Chance e Odyssey 92 degrees. R.Visconde do Rio Branco, 294. flyer
03/08 – Floripa, Brasil com Única Chance e Cabeça Armada Bar do Frank. R$ 5
09/08 – Montevideo, Uruguay
11/08 – Buenos Aires, Argentina flyer
14/08 – Mar Del Plata, Argentina flyer
17/08 – Cordoba, Argentina
22/08 – Mendoza, Argentina
23/08 – Santiago, Chile

[ plus one TV show, one TV interview and two radio interviews.]


::THE TIDAL 2002 SOUTH AMERICAN TOUR
was an awesome experience. We had arguments, trouble, bad times, but we also had some of the best times and met some of the most wonderful people.
Economically, this tour is the worst thing we’ve ever done. Luckily, we’re not economists but musicians, so we give a flying fuck about the fucking money (not that we have too much of it, now we have to struggle about it too). But musically, as a band, this was the greatest time we ever had. We have discovered our power to move something, to make other people and ourselves happy and to just live one hundred percent.
We will never forget these weeks.
We will never forget all the people we met.
Brazilian kids, Uruguayo kids, Argentino kids and Chile kids, whenever you come to Germany, you will be our guests. We truly love you.
Don’t forget us. TIDAL
posted by chris tidal 8/26/2002 11:08:52 AM


::SINCE THE LAST POST a LOT of shit has happened. A final spurt of adventures in a way. But I will try to keep it in chronological order. In Mendoza, some time befroe the show, we had another radio interview (the first one had been in Córdoba), and apparently in the week of this interview about 50 people had called the radio station asking questions about us, such as if we knew about German German satanists who burn churches. After the interview some girls called asking the radio folks what we look like. hee hee.
The Mendoza show was once again in a Discotheque with quite a high stage, the club being called “Lennon”. A band from Chile and some from Mendoza played, and I guess they all did a very good job, but it was full moon, so I preferred walking around outside of the club and watching la luna. I liked our show but it seemed to me that the people there didn’t really know what to do with our music, they looked a bit clueless at times. Still, after the show there were again a whole bunch of kids who wanted free stuff. Which can at times fall on your nerves, especially when you know how much money we’ve lost on this tour.
After the show the first bad news arrived. The pass to Chile over the Andes (the only way we could take to get to our last show and return flight the next day) was said to be closed. But it wasn’t all 100% so we hoped that they might open the pass again. They did that, so the next morning we got in a small bus heading to Chile and leaving Argentina. We drove about four hours, climbing the Andes (to which the second highest mountain of the world belongs) higher and higher, and the weather changed from warm sunshine to wet and ugly to freezing cold and half a meter of snow at the border. We waited there at the border for about two more hours, not knowing what was going on, watching Russell Crowe killing Barbarians and spilling blood in Gladiator on the bus TV or tried to sleep, until the bus driver brought us the great news that the pass was closed again for the next three days so we had to return to Mendoza. You might be able to imagine that this struck as pretty bad since we were pretty certain that it would be impossible to get to Chile in time for our last show and questionable to get the plane home.
So we drove back, with the driver playing Käptn Bleifuss and the weather changing back to warmer and warmer. We arrived at the Mendoza bus station at about 5 pm (remember that the show was that night, and the return flight to Germany the next morning, and between us and Santiago were the Andes and a fucking closed pass.) We got most of the money back we paid for the bus, then called Mariano who had set up the show the night before and decided taht the only way for us would be to take a plane from Mendoza to Santiago. So Mariano drove us to the small Mendoza airport, situated in between wine grape plantations (Mendoza is said to have some of the greatest wines in the world). There were about 50 people at the whole airport in total, the most quiet airport I had ever seen.
We luckily got some tickets for the flight at 19.10 that night and paid 130 US Dollars each to get to our last show. Bitter, but we swallowed that pill. 130 Dollars for 45 minutes of flying, then we were in Chile, the secondmost German country in the world maybe (many Nazi generals have lived there in exile). One of the first things I noticed was the cops who looked exactly like Gestapo cops during the Nazi regime in Germany, brown uniforms, long coats and tight belts around their coats. And did they look severe…
Pelluco and some friends picked us up there and drove us to the show in a VAN! Very luxurious, we thought.
A little later, after we had experienced that Chile is the most expensive country in South America we got back for the show. Four bands, and all of them were really great. I don’t mean hey they were ok, no they were really great! We had a satisfying last show, apart from some idiots who pushed everybody around and thought they have to take the mic and scream into it whenever there is a calm part. It became quite agressive with some of these fuckers, one of them pushing Boris around and then Boris taking the cap of one of them an d throwing it away and I tried to push them away, and Paddy somehow fell into the drums and hirt himself… Good show really, just some idiots there. They stole Boris’s sweater after the show to top it all off.
Later we were about 8 people in a very small car and drove around searching a party and waking up old people at 3 am. We didn’t really sleep, and at 8.30 we took the airport bus. Some time later we were on our plane home.
Now there were some difficulties because one of the emergency exits didn’t work properly so they had to block more than 100 seats in the already overbooked plane. One of the stewardesses told us that there might be the possibility to stay for a night or two in Buenos Aires where there was a scheduled stop. She said they would give us a 4-star-hotel, taxi, food and money. We thought that finally fortune might be back on our side after so much money lost and stolen things. We waited in Buenos Aires but there was no chance to stay there and get money, so the people who were supposed to get on the plane in Bs. As. had to stay there I think. Anyway, we were about to get home, so we were quite happy too.

Twelve more hours in a plane and this time even good and enough food and drinks (thumbs up for Lufthansa), and we were back in Frankfurt, Germany, and got on the ICE train first class to Stuttgart, where our friend Martin picked us up with our missed van el Colectivo.
posted by chris tidal 8/26/2002 11:01:12 AM


::SINCE THE LAST POST a LOT of shit has happened. A final spurt of adventures in a way. But I will try to keep it in chronological order. In Mendoza, some time befroe the show, we had another radio interview (the first one had been in Córdoba), and apparently in the week of this interview about 50 people had called the radio station asking questions about us, such as if we knew about German German satanists who burn churches. After the interview some girls called asking the radio folks what we look like. hee hee.
The Mendoza show was once again in a Discotheque with quite a high stage, the club being called “Lennon”. A band from Chile and some from Mendoza played, and I guess they all did a very good job, but it was full moon, so I preferred walking around outside of the club and watching la luna. I liked our show but it seemed to me that the people there didn’t really know what to do with our music, they looked a bit clueless at times. Still, after the show there were again a whole bunch of kids who wanted free stuff. Which can at times fall on your nerves, especially when you know how much money we’ve lost on this tour.
After the show the first bad news arrived. The pass to Chile over the Andes (the only way we could take to get to our last show and return flight the next day) was said to be closed. But it wasn’t all 100% so we hoped that they might open the pass again. They did that, so the next morning we got in a small bus heading to Chile and leaving Argentina. We drove about four hours, climbing the Andes (to which the second highest mountain of the world belongs) higher and higher, and the weather changed from warm sunshine to wet and ugly to freezing cold and half a meter of snow at the border. We waited there at the border for about two more hours, not knowing what was going on, watching Russell Crowe killing Barbarians and spilling blood in Gladiator on the bus TV or tried to sleep, until the bus driver brought us the great news that the pass was closed again for the next three days so we had to return to Mendoza. You might be able to imagine that this struck as pretty bad since we were pretty certain that it would be impossible to get to Chile in time for our last show and questionable to get the plane home.
So we drove back, with the driver playing Käptn Bleifuss and the weather changing back to warmer and warmer. We arrived at the Mendoza bus station at about 5 pm (remember that the show was that night, and the return flight to Germany the next morning, and between us and Santiago were the Andes and a fucking closed pass.) We got most of the money back we paid for the bus, then called Mariano who had set up the show the night before and decided taht the only way for us would be to take a plane from Mendoza to Santiago. So Mariano drove us to the small Mendoza airport, situated in between wine grape plantations (Mendoza is said to have some of the greatest wines in the world). There were about 50 people at the whole airport in total, the most quiet airport I had ever seen.
We luckily got some tickets for the flight at 19.10 that night and paid 130 US Dollars each to get to our last show. Bitter, but we swallowed that pill. 130 Dollars for 45 minutes of flying, then we were in Chile, the secondmost German country in the world maybe (many Nazi generals have lived there in exile). One of the first things I noticed was the cops who looked exactly like Gestapo cops during the Nazi regime in Germany, brown uniforms, long coats and tight belts around their coats. And did they look severe…
Pelluco and some friends picked us up there and drove us to the show in a VAN! Very luxurious, we thought.
A little later, after we had experienced that Chile is the most expensive country in South America we got back for the show. Four bands, and all of them were really great. I don’t mean hey they were ok, no they were really great! We had a satisfying last show, apart from some idiots who pushed everybody around and thought they have to take the mic and scream into it whenever there is a calm part. It became quite agressive with some of these fuckers, one of them pushing Boris around and then Boris taking the cap of one of them an d throwing it away and I tried to push them away, and Paddy somehow fell into the drums and hirt himself… Good show really, just some idiots there. They stole Boris’s sweater after the show to top it all off.
Later we were about 8 people in a very small car and drove around searching a party and waking up old people at 3 am. We didn’t really sleep, and at 8.30 we took the airport bus. Some time later we were on our plane home.
Now there were some difficulties because one of the emergency exits didn’t work properly so they had to block more than 100 seats in the already overbooked plane. One of the stewardesses told us that there might be the possibility to stay for a night or two in Buenos Aires where there was a scheduled stop. She said they would give us a 4-star-hotel, taxi, food and money. We thought that finally fortune might be back on our side after so much money lost and stolen things. We waited in Buenos Aires but there was no chance to stay there and get money, so the people who were supposed to get on the plane in Bs. As. had to stay there I think. Anyway, we were about to get home, so we were quite happy too.
Twelve more hours in a plane and this time even good and enough food and drinks (thumbs up for Lufthansa), and we were back in Frankfurt, Germany, and got on the ICE train first class to Stuttgart, where our friend Martin picked us up with our missed van el Colectivo.
posted by chris tidal 8/26/2002 11:00:21 AM


::WE SPENT some great time in Córdoba, drinking lots of Maté with Superkinder and Agustín, watching videos about the December 2001 riots in Bs. As. in la Kasa de l@s Gat@s, a great squat with nice people and eating Barbecue at Mariano’s family’s house.
Then we had to say another sad goodbye to our new friends who we spent a great few days with. Everytime we drink Maté we’ll think of you guys!
The 12-hour overnight bus ride to Mendoza was accompanied by little sleep and lots of crying babies. Now we’re in Mendoza, a great town with beautiful landscape and the weather is great as well. I am trying hard not to think about the fact that we have only two more days in South America. I want to see as much now as possible, fuck sleeping.
posted by chris tidal 8/22/2002 05:13:39 PM


::WE ARRIVED IN CORDOBA right in time for the show, the bus we had wanted to take from Buenos Aires was all full so we had to go the next morning. So we arrived at 8 pm and went sraight off to Casa Babylon in the Zona Roja of Cordoba (which in fact isn’t a red zone, rather a street with a lot of clubs and a big ass market (mostly adolescents form Buenos Aires I guess) in front of them. The sateg was ridiculously high (almost 2 meters and the highest we ever played and we almost couldn’t see the people from up there. The show started at 1 am and I guess we played at 5 or something. However there were still people there and even though they didn’t move a lot (except for some occasional I-like-Nirvana-Pogo-dancing) they liked it (so they said) and we liked it too. Once again Das Sein und das Nichts was our last song and it seems to me that meanwhile this song has turned into a bomb that just makes us explode in the end.
At 8 am we finally took some taxi to our sleeping place, and there it happened: Fabe lost his beloved guitar. Now it’s gone and we’re trying hard to find it, we hope that maybe some honest person might have found it but we can only hope now I guess…
posted by chris tidal 8/19/2002 07:26:54 PM


::TWO DAYS AGO we took the train to MAR DEL PLATA, a nice but too fucking cold seaside town in the south of Argentina. The train took 6 hours and was really cold too, but actually more fun than taking the bus all the time. After walking through the cold town for 3 hours we got to the bar of the show, quite a nice location. Five bands scheduled for that night, us playing last which meant a long time of waiting in the cold place. The bands were Kamenish, Coexistir, Listen Me, La Gran Conspiracion.What was really cool was that Kim, a girl from Mar Del Plata had translated our lyrics into Spanish and handed them out to everybody. Quite fitting that we played A Dancer’s Smile with some Spanish lyrics. After some malheurs with broken strings and drums, the show went on to be incredible. I thought there were ghosts in this room. The last song we played was Das Sein und das Nichts, and we extended the final part really long so that it was like 10 minutes in the end, and it was simply unbelievable, all of us like beetles lying on our backs and kicking our feet, the kids banging their heads on the floor and everybody screaming something together. After the show Boris asked me what that just had been, and I didn’t have the slightest bit of a clue either.
We spent some more hours in the cold bar having fun (La Gran Conspiracion singer and Maradona’s nephew Diente emptied a glass of beer upon his guitarist Nico vegan edge’s head), and then 15 kids (no idea how we had become so many) went to sleep in Kim’s ocean view penthouse. On the train ride back the next day (after being attacked by kids throwing stones on the train and of all windows hit and broke mine), we traded swear words. Intercultural exchange. Friss meine Scheisse for Frotenverguen. Pedo de Concha for Analmassaker. Now we’re back in BA, next stop will be Cordoba.
posted by chris tidal 8/16/2002 12:43:39 PM


::I REMEMBER NOW the name of the other band that played in Montevideo, it was Lenny Valentino, and they played indie rock but not as boring as most bands that do so. Anyway, just to repeat it, altogether an amazing show.
The show on Sunday in Buenos Aires was also quite alright, like 150 people, but I guess the stage was too high this time. The place was strange, they told us to take our merch-shirts off the wall because it was freshly painted, stubborn people there. Anyway, we played with Mofa (they’re not from Weiler as you might think, but from Buenos Aires) and La Gran Conspiracion and Baltimore in Love, and all bands were nice. We got home late and didn’t pay the bus. But Buenos Aires is really crazy, a cab is cheaper than the bus sometimes. We still haven’t seen any of the Piqueteros as of yet, but who knows what’s to come…
posted by chris tidal 8/13/2002 02:27:44 PM


::URUGUAYO KIDS ARE REALLY THE MOST August 9. Tidal plays in some Russian bar in Montevideo with Hablan Por La Espalda and another band whose name I forgot. Sorry, I feel very ashamed. The show though was incredible. From the start the kids were crazy and dancing even though the vast majority of them did not know our songs. These kids didn’t give a shit whether or not they look good or do the right moves when they’re at a show, they just danced and had kicks. And we had our kicks too. I can’t remember having such a great audience at any show. The show was kind of the climax of our time in Montevideo and all the wonderful people we met, we just had a great party at the show together. And since we felt so grateful for the Uru kids, we showed them all we could ever show them. They know what that means I guess. So we were really sad to leave for sure. But we had to leave Martín, Fermin, Pedro, Poppi and all the others and get on the boat to Buenos Aires. The Uruguayan landscape is even more sleepy than Montevideo, that village of a city. We had a great boat ride over Rio del Plata and arrived in BUENOS AIRES last night.
BA was kind of different to what we had expected it tobe, having read all the crisis news of the past months, but BA looks rather wealthy and bombastic, a McDonalds at like every 100 meters and everything pretty clean and somewhat European looking.
posted by chris tidal 8/11/2002 06:05:21 PM


::CONCERNING TOUR DATES, the show in Buenos Aires for tomorrow, Saturday August 10 has been cancelled because the locartion was shut down a week ago. There is another show added for August 14 in Mar Del Plata, Argentina. The show in Mendoza, Argentina will not be August 18 but August 22. The first show in Santiago de Chile therefore gets cancelled and we only play there August 23.
posted by chris tidal 8/9/2002 07:10:15 PM


::SOUTH AMERICA is in decline. When we came to Brasil, one Euro/Dollar was about 2.6 Real, when we left it was 3.5. Everybody knows or should know what’s happening in Argentina right now where the banks refuse to give people their money (just like in Mary Poppins) and the economy is practically dead. Here in Uruguay it is more and more getting like Argentina. People don’t trust the Peso anymore so they go to the banks to get their dollars. But the banks only allow them to withdraw like 500 Pesos a week which is about 20 Dollars right now. Fabe is getting a tattoo here in Montevideo, and when today he wanted to withdraw money from a bank to pay it, every bank we went to refused to give him money. So there you stand with your fucking plastic card that isn’t worth shit and you have to pay your tattoo. Some band in the end after asking Fabe lots of questions and making phonecalls about his credibility gave him money. So it seems like the USA and the European Union are closing the windows and pulling up the walls to let noone in and everybody outside can go to hell.
Since their currencies are so low compared to ours and we have lots of expenses too, many people can’t afford our records even if they want to. That’s why we decided to make some DIY CDs and sell them for almost nothing so everybody (who is at our shows, which are mostly HC shows, which by nature are mostly attended by middle class kids) can afford them.
We had made some in Curitiba (I forgot to mention that) with some thick paper and a potato stamp, but we only made a small amount, so now we made some new ones. One of the great kids we met here is Poppi that crazy duderino who made screenprinted cardboard CD covers for us. So we burned some CDs and there goes our own tour edition DIY CDs that look really smart and were fun to make (even though Poppi did most of the work). The rest of the time here we spend watching skate videos, go karting (the Urus beat the Kartoffels!), and eating the best vegan Pizza in the world. (only very well spiced tomato sauce, a big piece for like 50 cents, you can eat it all the time!) Props to the Urus for their food culture.
posted by chris tidal 8/9/2002 03:16:49 AM


::MONTEVIDEO is a very interesting city. very sleepy, slow, easy-going. old beat rotten buildings, some old rusty cars, lots of old people. no high buildings, no wide streets, not too much traffic. kind of dreamy, and actually to some extent like i had always imagined cuba would look. as i look outside the window i see the rio del plata, the widest river in the world. actually it looks like the ocean, you can’t see the other side of the river, but it is a river with sweet water. crazy. in germany rivers are narrow so everybody knows it’s a river. but this is u-r-gay, and not germany…
posted by chris tidal 8/7/2002 12:29:40 PM


::IN PORTO ALEGRE, that crazy fucked up, beat, dirty, loud but somehow chilled city in the very south of brasil, we got into this fucking expensive bus (40 $ each) to montevideo, uruguay to start the next chapter of the tour. the bus was expensive, but it was like in an airplane, free food and drinks, bad american blockbuster movies and all that in a double decker where nearly half of the places were empty (probably because it’s so expensive?). so then this morning we arrived in MONTEVIDEO where we met some awesome people, martin, pedro and all the others. we will spend a few days here and i think that’s great! we’ll surely have lots of fun. now we’ll go skate out in a concrete skate park by the rio del plata, the widest river of the world!
posted by chris tidal 8/6/2002 01:41:31 PM


::SO WE PLAYED in the 92° club august 2. outside it was raining, cold, ugly. befroe the show we had some communication mischief in the band because i guess when you’re on tour for a long time and spend much time with each other there will be some or other problems at some point of time. so it was kind of a bad mood for some of us until we started to play. we played and in the first song my amp fucked up. great, i thought (ironically por supuesto) so i decided i will be a spectator and watched tidal play for the first time in my life. was kind of cool. then we remembered that fabio has this double adaptor so we could put both our guitars into the same amp, so we could go on. something else also fucked up i think but i don’t remember what (maybe some strings broke?) but the more the show went on the more we got into some kind of trance that climaxed in the end part of das sein und das nichts which we played about 4 times as long as it is normally.
the next day we had to say goodbye to our tour manager, rodrigo, and we knew then that we hate goodbyes. so sad to leave all these good people behind. but we have to move on, so we did and went on the bus to that wonderful island of the 42 beaches, called FLORIANOPOLIS.
really a nice chilled city with that surf holiday feeling and the most beautiful university campus i think i’ve ever seen. the show was directly on the bay again, and again with lots of pop-punk and nu metal kids. first was an all-but-one-girl-band that played mostly covers if i got it right, then we had the pleasure to see única chance, the band of daniel, our appreciated second tour manager, play their last show and they were really good, kind of unique and daniel is a good singer (which we knew before). when we played he sang the whole lyrics of our song moment, and they are in german, now imagine that, this handsome monkey boy ;) sings our german song. that felt great. also, the last time for this tour, we played a dancer’s smile with the purtugese line “porque as veces as floras mais bonitas nacen da merda”… on a side note: at the show we met hannes, who used to play in this german band closeline and is now working in brasil. quite funny, sometimes the world is a village we say.
the morning after the show we were supposed to take the bus to porto alegre, our last show in brasil, so we got up early, in fact we didn’t sleep more than one hour or so, so we get on the bus, carry our 20+ kilos of luggage each, walk to the terminal, to find our that the bus is full (no more places) and the next bus to porto alegre will be at 23.30. that meant we would miss the porto alegre show. we were really feeling bad then, but we stayed another day in beautiful floripa which was also okay. still we knew we were losing a lot of money because there was one show missing now. we still went to PORTO ALEGRE that night, where mari, a nice local lady, was already waiting for us in the early morning. we slept a little in her house and then we were about to play our first LIVE TV SHOW!!!
actually we still don’t know how it came to that – but we didn’t care so much, we thought we will be on TV and that was funny enough…
a small but not too small TV station that broadcast to all the state as i understood it, they said a few hundred people would watch the show.
anyway, we were just finished sound checking when suddenly the show started, we were asked some usual interview questions and then we played THE CYCLE and WARTEN AUF GODOT. after we had finished we had to hurry to get back to mary’s home because we had to get the bus to uruguay that night.
so we got on the bus, back to mary’s home, get our stuff, another bus, to the terminal, eat some fast food, spend our last reais and get on the fucking bus.
this will be remembered as the end of the brazilian chapter of our south america tour 2002. time for a short resumé right?
well, there are so many impressions, so many great places and people, hard to put it into a few words, but we will surely never forget that, and hopefully we will come back some time to this great and diverse country. brasil esta muito legal e os brasieleios estan foder! everybody we spent time with in brasil and treated us so nice will be our guest if they ever come to germany.
posted by chris tidal 8/6/2002 01:37:45 PM


::CURITIBA is a strange city. i feel very much reminded of a european or even german city, not only becuase of the weather (it’s raining, cold, winter). there are a lot of shiny new cars, exclusive bars and rich european-looking people. around the corner there’s people sleeping on the cold sidewalks. apparently people here are proud that their city has sort of a “european” look, which i admit it has, but that’s just so ignorant. brasil is wonderful, the culture and everything, so why pretend you’re european and instead of being open and nice look grimly on the ground, work and buy alot of useless things?
brasil has different faces to offer, this one i would call a less attractive one for my tastes.
posted by chris tidal 7/31/2002 07:39:50 PM


::WE LEFT belo horizonte, the ex-retorica mansion and aldous huxley, the cross-eyed cat on july 25. at night we arrived in MARIANA, one of the oldest towns of brasil, which is situated somewhere up in the cold mountains of brasil. we were really stoked by this town, that seems so different from what we had seen of brasil before that. the town is full of garages that are used as shops selling practically everything you can imagine, for example a whole bag of maracujàs for one real.
the place of the show was no less surprising, since it was a car of a train in a former railway station that now works as a restaurant. moreover, it was outside so this show would be our first open air concert. CARAHTER also played and these guys did their job damn good again, more brutal than most bands of this style i’ve heard, whether from europe or the usa.
so we played the show and felt like bon jovi playing at rock am ring (not rock in rio, that was yet to come…) because of this open-air feeling, even though there were only 30 or so people. at some point i thought it would be a good idea for me to jump off the almost 2 meter high wagon right into the kids, which was honestly a bad idea. i hit my nose woth the head of my guitar and five days later my nose is purple and hurts. well i guess that is also part of the rock star job ;)
the good thing was that when i was sitting on the ground after the show with a bag of ice on my nose nobody asked me to sign autographs which the others were very busy with. we met turner, a fuckin crazy american pothead from san fuckin fran fuckin cisco who made us a huge tea stick and said “fuck” all the time, even though he was an english teacher who should know better :).
no sleep in mariana, that meant sleep, or better try to sleep in the uncomfortable van until after more than 10 hours i believe we arrived in CABO FRIO, the brazilian version of lloret de mar. the beach however was really beautiful… nice waves and all.
we played like 10 meters away from the beach with a bunch of loco linkin park and nirvana kids but it was quite funny. we spent the night in a penthouse apartment at the beach and i killed a lot of killer ants before i went to sleep.
the next day we finally went to RIO DE JANEIRO feels so grand to just write that name), we played in the rich area of the town, near the copacabana, in a place called kachanga. we were kind of tired that night and i think most of the people didn’t quite know how to deal with our music, but some definitely did (like the guy in a nirvana shirt who wanted to sell us drugs). we had high expectations for the nightlife in rio but most of us, though not all, were quite disappointed the day after. we would have liked to ficar some more days in rio, see all the nature that rio has to offer, the big jesus statue on that mountain, the pao de acucar… but we had to, had to, had to leave for SAO PAULO that dirty pig of a city.
in SP, we played at a big place where avil had played two days or so before. the stage was almost 2 meters high, and we started doubting our own DIY status and wondered whether we are really becoming a rock band. our support (see, i am starting to talk like a fucking rock star… HELP ME!), so the bands that played before us were all pretty good once again, rodrigo’s band COLLIGERE played and they rocked well with their – may i call it emo old school sound. CONSTRITO, also proved that brasil has a lot of diverse and good bands to offer, and their drummer was a fucking machine. after the show the first really sad moment of the tour occured: our great friends snoop and cocida had to leave us and go back to londrina. we will miss them.
again no sleep, jose, the driver had to be in curitiba at six the next morning (5 hours drive) so he put the pedal to the metal and we arrived in fucking c-o-l-d (it’s winter here) CURITIBA this morning, where at least we have a wonderfully warm shower.
posted by chris tidal 7/30/2002 01:10:37 AM


::WE ARE STILL in belo horizonte, a wonderful city with great people, and enjoying oursleves doing mostly nothing, just hanging out and curing ourselves from the first days of touring. we’ve been in brasil for a week now and it feels like months… in the meantime it’s getting a little colder and we’re getting a little sicker but tomorrow the shows will go on which is quite good i guess… funny news: apparently we’ll play a song in some independent tv show in porto alegre… now if that’s not gonna be a blast i don’t know what else… keep up the rock, now we’ll practice a new song with some spanish parts… arriba!
posted by chris tidal 7/24/2002 02:08:49 PM


::IT HAS ONLY been three days since the last post but it feels like weeks. our clocks have been slowed down since we arrived here.
on friday we played in LONDRINA after a comfortable seven hour bus drive. rodrigo and daniel got us at the bus station with the van, trailer and(!) driver (!!) and brought us to a place where we were served delicious food (beans and rice – we are in south america!)
our first show on a different continent than europe was awesome, in some backyard of some place… whatever it was, it was great, about 90 or 100 interested kids and tons of fun! other bands that played were ME SECOND AND THE JONNE JIMMES (you should know by now exactly who they sounded like) and OVERWHELM from londrina, they play some dirty moshy rocking hardcore, who from then on joined us on the tour. we played “a dancer’s smile” with some portugese lyrics daniel told us (it was like “as veces / as floras mais bonitas / nacen da merda”).
we knew then that our souls had arrived. after the show we went to see some genuine brazilian bars and whew were we blown away by all those open-hearted and interested people! it seemed like every minute somebody else asked us what we did here, where we were from etc. – quite unusual for us introverted germans ;)
barely any sleep, and at 7 am we sadly had to leave this place. another 7 or so hour van drive back to SAO PAULO to the show our friend marcos had set up for us.
this show was pretty much different than expected. first we got into bad worries because there were about 40 people instead of the expected 200-400. we were pretty tired also, so some of us got some sleep while the show was on and bands like FLAMA and OVERWHELM rocking the big and pretty empty place.
but everything went a little different than expected, and we got on stage and who knows what suddenly got hold of us but there was so much energy everywhere suddenly – it was really fucking impressive, and everybody were having lots of fun.
after the show we got back to marcos’ apartment, where his mother once again served us the greatest food we had ever gotten on tour. 1000 obrigados for that!
again not much sleep, our cruel tour manager rodrigo ;) woke us up at 6.15 am – fuck when was the last time we’d gotten up this early??? so again hours spent in the van with the funny guys of overwhelm and our tour dudes. BELO HORIZONTE was the next stop.
the show was at the retorica mansion, a house where 6 great people live, including a library, show venue, practice room etc.
again, OVERWHELM played and went off like mad dogs. way cool… next up was CARAHTER, a local band that presented fucking in your face dirty hardcore his hero is gone / neurosis style… there seem to be so many great brazilian bands that noone gives a fuck about in the western world. after carahter there were some speakers talking about marxism as far as i understood it.
then we finally played, it turned out to be a hot wet sweaty show, and hey the kids were dancing! towards the end, after we had improvised an ac/dc song, fabe, who played over a fixed 1969 amplifier, soaking wet, got more and stronger electric shocks, resulting when boris embraced him he reports he thought he almost died (no joke), seeing his eyes flash, sinking down – with his last powers he pushed boris away and that was it. he looked really damaged after the show…
posted by chris tidal 7/22/2002 03:33:31 PM


::WE ARRIVED this morning in SAO PAULO and luckily this guy called marcos got us at the airport which was very pleasant for us jet-lagged confused germans after 11 hours in the air. we tried to sleep a little to get used to the time zone. pretty exhausted… i guess we will have to wait a while till our souls arrive here, since yet it seems be be our mere bodies that are sitting in some sao paulo apartment…
posted by chris tidal 7/18/2002 11:33:02 AM

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