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This is the beautiful country house where we stayed at during the festival with the other bands and then two further nights. Outside, it smelled like honey... we don't betray more about it, otherwise you'd look for that place.

Hornee Wurlee and Fruitee Wurlee spent a night (or rather a morning...) on the top of the hill until the (friendly) dog came (Cécile thought she would eat her head) and the sun was hitting too hard:

There was a kind of chapell downstairs inside the house with some disgusting stuff...

Some other pictures in Pianello

At the festival, we discovered and loved the Frantic V from Greece. They told us having one day off before returning to Thessaloniki, so we asked Gianni if it'd be possible for them to play with us on the next day, Sunday.

June 22nd: At the TNT Pub in Busseto, Parma, most of the people were sitting outside and had dinner. We played there and Alex and Armin - respectively the drummers - had to organise a shaky stage for the drums. The people there absolutely didn't care a bit about the bands but the Frantic V were fantastic again. It was actually quite strange playing in a place which is not a club in front of persons who do not come to see the bands but to have dinner... Some people who'd been at the festival were there indeed but most of them were probably down, after two days "hardcore party":

After both concerts we had a few drinks and at the end, we had to say goodbye and we swore we would see each other some day again. The Frantics went to their van as we suddently heard a howling scream sounding like death. We thought these Greeks really rock but two minutes later, their drummer came out and asked for ice cubes because they had closed the van door on their guitar player's fingers... which they first didn't immediately realise themselves. Is that the Frenglish plague? That everybody's getting infected?...

On the next day - June 23rd - we had a day off. Gianni was so kind and brought us to a very nice medieval village where Rodeo, Gianni and Cécilette had a lot of fun with squirlgun fights:

More:

Then we drove to a river and it was like daydreaming

Out of the hit movie "Les Garçons et les Filles de la Plage" (available soon on vinyl):

In the evening, we went to a town festivity of the Red Cross. The (live) music was terrible (with real drums which sound like a drum computer and pseudo Latin music) but it was nice to observe how the Italians are cool and party also on Mondays. Around 01:00 AM, most of the people left that place and only some Red Cross persons stayed. We had a lot of fun with Gianni trying to explain to Cécile that the local dialect is similar to French ("Funghi" means "Champignon", hee hee!)... as it suddenly started with hardcore water fights (you know wet shirts?...): With jugs, bottles, everything which could contain water. After a while, it went on with attacks on girls with huge and juicy watermelons and nobody was drunk.

After that, we drove back with Gianni to the house and Judith made a 60's night fashion show with her pink nightie... (I guess she would kill me if ever I put one of these pics in the web, hee hee!)

Miscellaneous:

On June 24th, we played in Bologna

On June 25th, we played in Fiorenzuola, a town next to Piacenza. Dutronic had played there one week before and told us there was three old people who didn't care at all about the band playing and did not even applause. However, we disregarded it. As we arrived, the great Link Quartet staff welcomed us with yummy delicatesses and the crew there started to dress the spotlights on the huge stage (of course outside again).

Armin had big problems with his drums, so Cécile accompanied a super kind man who had a music store and proposed to help us. She wanted to buy some cables anyway, so after half an hour, the drums were complete and we could start. Thanks to

It was full of elderlies over there, sitting on chairs like in the theater. Tony of the Link Quartet explained that this serie of concerts has just started and people need to be educated. We gave our best but it was a little bit difficult, especially because we were quite exhausted from partying night and day since one week. However, the audience applaused after each song

until... usually, Cécile improvised some pseudo-Italian like "e proxima cansona è Cappelli Negri" which was supposed to announce Black Hair, a soul hit out of the new single. This time, she said "e proxima cansona è Cappella Negra". Suddent and iced silence...
We played the song and got asked for playing encores. After the gig, our Italian friends told us that the above meant "the next song is called Black Dick"... You can imagine the faces of these people around with children...

An exhausted crew, short before leaving:

After that we went to Piacenza and had some cocktails but we were a little bit tired...

Back home with an iced Capella Negra (because it was so hot):

26th June: On the next day, we played at The ANGI PUB flyer in Trento

The gig was announced by the local press...

...it was finally a real club with posters on the walls and we were so happy to play in a "normal" club again!

The Backwood Creatures had played there four days before and Dennis had forwarded some hellos. There was a nice Beergarden and the people there seemed to know what's all about rock'n'roll. After a while it started to rain a little bit, so that everybody came in. We found quite a full place as we started to play.

It's a blast, Agathe, Do the Monkey when suddendly... no electricity! That's not a joke. King Armin (see below) went on playing the drums and Cécile went down to the audience and accompanied Armin with her percussion egg while dancing. We thought the electricity would came back... but it did not. Finally Armin (see below) played two hours and at the end, people were dancing and singing surf classics. Some guy came and said "yeah, great, that's really my sound!", hee hee. It was still a little bit sad because it obviously would have been a super concert. Some people had even driven 200 km from South Tyrol in order to have their records signed and some good time. But shit happens and sometimes good guys don't wear white (what am I telling now? Doh!)

Entertainment Armin
Elena, the very friendly girl of the Angi Pub with King of the Day

On the next day, June 27th in the morning, before we left for Verona:

"Fuck off, that's culture" (a Armin classic quotation since our "Tour de France" 2002...):

In Verona, we unfortunately parked directly in front of a music shop. Michael exchanged his Fender Telecaster and a few "dollars" against a Fender Jaguar... Two weeks later, back in Germany, he stopped at another music shop and exchanged his Fender Jaguar against a Fender Telecaster. That makes sense, doesn't it?

And we went to Jack the Ripper, an Irish pub next to Verona where we met some nice people who - some of them - had been at the Festival Beat one week before. We've got no picture of the evening.

On the next day we finally drove back to Germany where we had the last day of the tour. So we smelt the last minutes of beautiful Italy...

We definitely had to stop at an Italian shop and buy pesto, cheese and all kinds of delicatesse. But there was no last Italian shop. The last shop we got on our way was... a supermarket we've got everywhere in Europe. So we went to another planet. Anyway, we went shopping. Rodeo doesn't like it very much, neither Judy (for different reasons)...

However, Armin loves special offers... (out of Les Garçons et ls Filles de la Plage" again)

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