adrienne's Tour Diary

Andreas gave us a set of keys to the apartment and we walked into Copenhagen around 11 a.m. under the sun and a series of fluffy white clouds, passing birds on the water and the tall buildings that face out to the streets. Tempting bakeries kept surfacing, with sweets in the windows, but we held out for a savory lunch in the shopping district, which reminded me of Union Square but much bigger, more elegant, and free of the ringing cable car. Dan and I ate a polsner (hot dog) each, long franks tucked into a baguette filled with mayo (though I asked the lady, in the nick of time, to refrain from adding mayo to mine and instead complemented my lunch with ketchup). CW, Mai and CG ate at the nearby cafe, Europa, where Dan and I had hot drinks following our hot dogs. Wandered around Illum, a large and spacious department store (which has very nice bathrooms too). We did some shopping and contemplated going to Christiana but had nearly run out of time so we walked back to Andreas and Laura's. Dan and I stopped into an internet cafe that was populated exclusively by pre-teen boys playing first-person shooter video games and bought an hour each on the internet and some bottles of water. Heard from Tim in LA, my mom, Valerie in Fresno, Lisa in Oakland, and Ellen in Nottingham, Sue in Seattle. Jamie sent a photo of Lindsay Lohan and Nicole Ritchie, who both look Eastern European now. Wrote to my brother and thanked him for all the info. he's been texting regarding currency exchange and how to get in contact with our Aunt Maggy in Amsterdam (we all lived in Hawaii together in the 80s and will soon have a reunion).
When we returned to the apartment, Andreas, Laura, and their friend Lisa were making dinner, and Chris G. had gone to the nearby cemetery to view some famous graves. I started to read Ian Curtis's widow, Debbie Curtis's, memoir, which I borrowed from Michalea.
Dinner was amazing, and I especially enjoyed the carrot and raisin salad. We had some nice beer too and then drove to Lades Kelder where we met with Marvin's Revolt. Lades Kelder is underground, but only half submerged, so you can see legs passing by upstairs, including a man holding stuffed animal panda bears that he was selling. Only his legs and one panda bear showed through the window. The club is in the city centre, and we'd walked past it earlier in the day. Andreas had told us earlier that we would each be given 5 beers for free that night, and the bartender reminded us of this, so CG, Dan and I began drinking the pilsner on tap. We didn't have a soundcheck since we were 2nd of two and Marvin's Revolt were using our Dutch gear. I wished I'd clipped my fingernails, but on the road it's difficult to find a place that is appropriate for such clipping (though there was an elderly man trimming his nails on the $150 ferry from Puttgarden). I quickly forgot about this.
Around 9:30 people started showing up, including Laura and Lisa and other friends of theirs. I overheard an American voice and it wasn't one of us. The club got very smokey and I thank the makers of Advair for making a fine drug that works expertly to eliminate all asthma symptoms. Marvin's Revolt rocked and dealt with a wandering bass drum professionally, bracing it against the bass cabinet. We went on after and my mouth was shocked when my lips touched the mic during Radar so I made sure to maintain three sixteenths of an inch between myself and the electric microphone. We were asked to do an encore and played Voices. Mai sold an impressive number of CDs and T-shirts as well, though we're nearly out of those and the most popular sizes are no longer in stock. I spoke with the blonde guitarist from Marvin's Revolt and we both use a Fender Deville usually--shared lament that the Fender Twin Reverb has such a clean signal in comparison, with no option of overdrive.
I felt like I'd smoked about 20 cigarettes and was very happy to discover a dum dum lollipop left over from The Spicy Hut in Manchester in my bag to cover up the taste of smoke. A man came through the club selling flowers and he grabbed Mai's ass and then my own as he passed by. I returned the favor by punching his groin area, and avoiding eye contact.
We drove back to the apartment and Andreas quizzed us on some Danish words: milk, bread, and some others.