02. Who Do You Belong To ?
03. Dyin’ Man
04. Aunt Avis >
05. She Caught the Katy >
06. Party at Your Mama’s House >
07. Ride Me High
08. I’m Not Alone
09. Travelin’ Light
02. All Time Low
03. Proving Ground >
04. Cream Puff War >
05. Proving Ground
06. Aint Life Grand >
07. Drums >
09. Wish You Were Here
10. Big Woolly Mammoth
13. Dream Song
Source: Schoeps MK41 > CMC6 > Oade m148 > SBM-1 > DA-P1 (44.1kHz) Taped by Billy Mixon. Transferred by BobbyHurley
02. Travelin’ Light
03. Little Kin >
04. Dyin’ Man
05. Hatfield >
06. Sleeping Man
07. Stop-Go >
08. Pusherman >
09. Blackout Blues
10. Big Wooly Mammoth >
11. Walk On
01. Driving Intro >
02. Driving Song >
03. Guilded Splinters >
04. Drums >
06. Four Cornered Room >
07. Ride Me High >
08. Driving Song >
Notes: Spot of diginoise in d1t02 (on master DAT); recording level fluctuation in d1t10; No Encore
Source: AKG 481 > Oade m248 > SBM-1 (48kHz) Taped by Deepesh Misra. Transferred by BobbyHurley.
FRIDAY, AUGUST 13, 1999 / HANNOVER > BERLIN – Arne, Annaliese, Stacey, Bill, Jeff, Matt, Pat and I had all crashed at Harmut’s place in Hannover on Thursday night. Now it was the morning of Friday the 13th and we were all slowly regaining consciousness. Harmut had laid out a great brekkie spread of ham and dried sausage, eggs, cheese, bread and coffee. I ran to a Konditerei to pick up some pastries to contribute. I had hoped for a mid-morning start but there was no way it was gonna happen. Hartmut was traveling with Pat and me. Before he could hit the highway Hartmut had to fulfill his responsibilities as host: get all his guests up, bathed, fed and out of his house. At 12:30 p.m. the three of us finally rolled out. Destination: Berlin.
Harmut’s driving and his directions helped get us into Berlin in under three hours. We dropped him at a subway stop so he could meet the friend with whom he would be staying. A city boy, I took over the driving as Pat and I headed crosstown to former East Berlin.
Now Pat is great guy and lots of fun to be with on tour. He has a comprehensive knowledge about Panic, its repertoire and tons of other music. His sense of direction and roadmap-reading skills, on the other hand, are on a par with say, your average rock.
Driving around lost in a big city? You’ll do well to have just about anyone other than Pat riding shotgun, shaking his head as he becomes more and more mystified by the fucking Rand McNally. By the time he located a street on the map, we’d be somewhere else.
“How can they change the name of the street if we’re on the same street?” he asks. “They can do that, Pat,” I answer, “because it’s their fucking city!”
Eventually we made it to the Hotel Griefswald, booked for us by Berlin’s own Linus Scheffran and conveniently located two blocks from the venue: the Knaack.
We checked into the hotel, checked in at the soundcheck then checked out of the Knaack.
We were hungry and I wanted to show Pat the funky Tascheles art center I had visited in 1996, when I was researching a RELIX article on the German Deadheads. We grabbed a taxi and in minutes were enjoying dark beers in the courtyard of the former squat that had evolved into a major avant-garde cultural center. At the outdoor theater next door a trippy little group was soundchecking for their evening performance. Pat and I are so blasé that we blew off Panic’s soundcheck so we could go listen to another band’s soundcheck.
We downed the brewskis, then went across the street to Goa, a nouvelle Indian restaurant. We had a great meal on the outdoor terrace.
Goodwin and I got back to the Knaack pretty close to hittin’ time.
1: Travelin’ Light, Little Kin > Dyin’ Man, Hatfield > Sleeping Man > Stop-Go > Pusherman > Blackout Blues
2: Big Wooly Mammoth > Walk On > Driving Song > I Walk On Guilded Splinters > Drums > Four Cornered Room > Ride Me High > Driving Song > Fishwater
No encore. Whether that was because the Spreadheads didn’t holler loud enough or because Panic didn’t recognize the “encore” request that the Germans chose to express in their own language, is immaterial at this point. Maybe there was some sort of live music curfew. Encore or no encore, for this one Panic kicked it bigtime, in the second set particularly. Because it was Friday the 13th, folks had been calling for “Superstitious,” but “Guilded Splinters” is an excellent, spooky tune for this calendar date.
After the show I followed Dave through the Knaack labyrinth, winding by the crankin’ disco, into an upstairs bar. For a short while I visited with Sunny in a booth, then moved on to the poolroom.
JoJo and I got into a best-of-three eight-ball contest with Deepesh and J.B.
Deepesh is a great dude, a taper and in a previous incarnation, a pool hustler.
We gave him and Mr. Bell a good fight, but them two sharks done cleaned our clock.
Soon JoJo and J.B. left as the band bus was about to roll out and I crawled up the street to the hotel. Back in my room, I turned on the TV with the sound off, spread out the Saturday paper (newly acquired from Reception), then . . . instant crisis! As I started to take out my contact lenses, I realized I didn’t have my eyeglasses and the little contacts case. Of course I searched every inch of my luggage, totally in vain.
01. Intro Jam >
02. Happy >
03. Blight >
05. Holden Oversoul >
06. Dear Mr. Fantasy >
07. Impossible Song
08. Blue Indian
09. Chilly Water
02. Chunk of Coal >
03. Little Lilly >
04. Tie Your Shoes >
05. Proving Ground
01. Jack >
02. Spoonful >
03. Drums >
04. Jam >
05. Conrad >
06. Proving Ground (r) >
07. Knockin’ Round the Zoo
Source: Set 1: Schoeps MK21 > CMC6 > Oade m148 > Graham-Patten ADC-20 (44.1 kHz) Set 2: Schoeps MK41 > CMC6 > Oade m148 > Sony SBM-1 (44.1kHz) Taped by Bill Mixon. DAT seeds courtesy of Steve Bohannon. Transferred by BobbyHurley
THURSDAY, AUGUST 12, 1999 / HAMBURG > HANNOVER — After a tasty breakfast and a pleasant hang chez Heinen I was now aboard the Patmobile, with Hartmut at the wheel. Goodwin was a bit highway-shy by now. He had spent five hours lost in Hamburg the day before — some sort of instant karmic payback for having ditched me in Amsterdam, I reckoned. Completely disoriented, Pat had required the services of some friendly Russians (probably Reeperbahn gangsters), who literally led him in a two-car caravan to the Grunspan. “Follow us, Amerikanischer Dummkopf.”
Only an Indiana corncob could take five hours to find the fucking Red Light District in Hamburg! Well, at least he arrived in time to tape the shows. On today’s drive to Hannover we listened to Pat’s Hamburg playback. The performances were catching fire.
Arne, me, Pat, Hartmut, Bill, Stacey, Matt, Anneliese.
We went to Harmut’s lovely pad in Hannover, stashed our bags. Others beside Pat and me who would be staying there included Arne and Anneliese, who drove from Hamburg separately; Matt Butterweck, a photographer friend of Harmut’s; and, Stacey Gates, Bill Mixon and Jeff “Sequoia” McClean, American taper/tourheads who were traveling together. In the late afternoon I took a cab to an Internet café and posted to my site.
Then I cabbed to the Panic gig at the Musiktheater Bad. It was a very small venue in a park, far from the main road. The bucolic entertainment complex included an empty swimming pool with a stage at one end — for grander concerts, apparently, than tonight’s Widespread Panic performance — plus an al fresco movie theater. For us, however, the action was indoors in the tiny club.
1: Happy > Blight > Walkin’ (For Your Love), Holden Oversoul > Dear Mr. Fantasy, Impossible > Blue Indian, Chilly Water
2: Chunk Of Coal, Little Lilly, Tie Your Shoes > Proving Ground > Jack > Spoonful > Drums > Conrad > Proving Ground > Knocking ‘Round The Zoo
Another smokin’ show. Not as many natives in the audience as there had been in Hamburg, but still a strong contingent of locals. All the Spreadheads agreed that the shows were getting hotter night by night.
Me with Hanno, Goodwin and Hartmut.
In between sets in Hannover I introduced Capricorn’s Mike Bone to Hanno Bunjes, the young guy who had created the Widespread Panic European Tour 1999 website. In the weeks leading up to the tour Hanno’s page, loaded with travel info and contributions from local fans in each city, had proved invaluable to tourheads on both continents. Mike thanked Hanno, then asked if he had met the band. When Hanno replied that he hadn’t, Mike invited him to the aftershow. Hanno told me later that he couldn’t believe his good fortune!
The post-show hang was held in a small room in the back of the club. Dave Schools was melting under the manipulations of a Stacey Gates massage, but that didn’t prevent him from holding court for the benefit of his adoring fans. He really is a funny guy. Dave and Spreadhead Eliza McCall traded Richmond, Virginia high school memories. Dave was teasing a nasty Jerry Garcia joke, which he claimed was not suitable for reverent Deadhead ears. Since I’m in no way a reverent Deadhead, Schools finally told me the joke. I swore not to attribute to him.
Here goes. “Know why they had to cremate Jerry Garcia? Because they couldn’t fit his fat ass in the coffin.”
I don’t recall where I heard that awful joke.
Hanno got to meet everyone in the band; each musician in turn graciously thanked him for his cyber efforts on their behalf. The kid was beaming with joy; it was fun to see. Meanwhile, our Hannover host Hartmut Weissbrodt informed J.B. that the next night in Berlin would be his last show for this tour. (Harmut had been on loan from his wife and daughter, who granted him a reprieve from the family vacation so that he could catch a few shows.) So to Harmut, a hardcore “Rusthead” sporting a More Barn teeshirt, it was imperative that we get a Neil Young cover in Berlin.
As soon as Harmut walked off, J.B. turned to Mikey and said, “I guess we’d better take care of this guy.”
Notes: Skip between One Arm Steve (d1t03) and Pigeons (d1t04); several second dropout in Pigeons (d1t04) edited in WaveLab; small bursts of diginoise in Climb to Safety (d1t10); all known flaws checked against and are present on the master DAT
Source: AKG 481 > Oade m248 > SBM-1 Taped by Deepesh Misra. Transferred by BobbyHurley
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 11, 1999 / AMSTERDAM > HAMBURG — Today was Eclipse Day and in the throes of solar fever Goodwin and I managed to cross our wires completely. He wound up stranding me in Amsterdam, while he gaily went to pick up the rental car and drove off to Hamburg alone. Well, he is from Indiana and a mind is a terrible thing to waste.
This did not deter me from having as much fun as I could during my remaining hours in Sin City. I went to the Internet café, read my email and posted to my page.
Then I stepped out to watch the eclipse with the special glasses Marti and I had acquired at the last minute in Paris on Saturday. Abandoned by my tour buddy and the rest of the krew, I gave away the ten extra pair of eclipse shades to grateful strangers nearby on Shakedown Street. Random acts of blindness . . . prevention.
The eclipse, partial though it was from this northern vantage point, was pretty damn cool. We had been forewarned that it would be cloudy and rainy, but the sun shone in Amsterdam, to my great joy.
Next I wheeled my luggage over to Central station, boarded the 1:34 p.m. iron horse. Off to Hamburg on three hours’ sleep. I visited with the many Spreadheads who were rolling on down the line on the same train. Around 6 p.m. I had supper in the dining car.
Arrived shortly after seven, cabbed to the Reeperbahn, Hamburg’s legendary Red Light District. Rolled past the former site of the Star Club, where the Beatles played eight sets a night in the early ’60s. Just beyond was Panic’s venue, the Grunspan, a small club with excellent sightlines.
Ran into Widespread Panic manager Sam Linear and Capricorn rep Mike Bone immediately. Someone pointed to a corner in a back room where I could stash my bags.
Panic was soundchecking with “Blue Indian” from the new CD.
In the house were Arne and Annaliese Heinen, two heavy-duty Deadheads from Hamburg: Arne hosts a monthly Dead show on public access radio and Anneliese sings in her own band. These two freaks had worked hard to bring out the local Hamburg heads and it showed. This was the first European show I’ve seen in three tours where the number of natives was nearly equal to that of the American tourheads. This fact was not lost on the band, who afterward expressed their pleasure at having received such a strong grassroots welcome.
1: Let’s Get Down To Business / One Arm Steve / Pigeons / Rebirtha > Wondering > The Waker / Disco > Diner > Climb To Safety
2: Party At Your Mama’s House > Space Wrangler > Greta > Love Tractor > Papa’s Home > Drums > Papa’s Home > Pilgrims / Porch Song
E: Bear’s Gone Fishin’ > Junco Partner
A very hot show, played hard and sweaty, without the murky, snarling overtones of the previous night’s epic at the Paradiso.
Following a brief aftershow meet’n’greet in the hall, a number of Spreadheads cabbed over to the Mayday, a late-night bar where Arne works. I found Todd downstairs at the Grunspan and he was up for partying. JoJo had to make some calls to the States from his hotel room. (A recently-engaged man.)
We picked up Mikey on the way out and our krew took three cabs over to the Mayday.
Arne and Annaliese had decorated the place with Panic posters and a huge Stealie, creating a hip ambience for this laid-back post-show hang. Arne was spinning great music on the house system.
The scene there was very chill. Amsterdam coffeeshops revisited.
The fans generally left Mikey and Todd alone to schmooze with folks at their own pace.
We all drank and smoked and joked until 4 a.m., when we poured Mikey and Todd into a cab.
Then Pat, Hartmut and I walked over to Arne and Annaliese’s home for a long-overdue crash.
Loreley Open Air Stage
June 21st, 1998
1. Travelin Light [6:24]
2. Pigeons [8:08]
3. Makes Sense To Me [4:19]
4. Dying Man [6:03]
5. Porch Song [7:37]
6. Hope in a Hopeless World [5:26]
7. Ain’t Life Grand [5:03]
8. Fishwater [11:15]
9. Blackout Blues [6:04]
Total Time: 1:00:19
[Rockplast Open Air Festival; Santana, Meredith Brooks, The Dave Matthews Band, and others also appeared]
-Source is a Maxell XL-II Analog Cassette (labeled DSBD2) -A>D via Nakamichi Dragon>Korg MR-1000>Korg AudioGate>WAV
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