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october 17, 2002 - frankfurt, germany - dreikoenigskeller
from melanie ferris
It was a chilly night when I found myself stuck in a sleazy hotel in Frankfurt/Main. I needed some culture so I headed on over to Farber street, where there is a small club called _____________ ( I've learned now that German words are somewhat hard to spell unless of course you have some versing in German, so my apologies to any and all Germans for the butchering of your language at any time.).
The frontman helped me find the club where I needed to see this band, Swearing at Motorists. They're a big secret in North America, but in Europe all of the sexy kids are flocking to see them.
I found my way to the club with no help from the taxi. Thanks doorman. The scene was insanity when I arrived at the club around 10:30pm. There were locals crowding the scene and really getting the groove on. I was so proud of those two Americans on the stage, one of who was new to my vision.
To the right of the small stage sat, or rather ROCKED, the little venue. Welcome to the world of Travis Nelson, drum player extrodinaire. He has a different style from the usual Joseph Swinkski, who is rather busy selling his soul to the world we know as HOLLYWOOD. Let's hope Kevin Smith wins.
So this internet thing is a little crazy. The time just ticks away. The band was playing to a smokey crowded room and rocked the house. While the aforementioned Travis has a wicked smile and a nice little kit, Joseph's repetoire might have been missed after the band was called up for two encores. Or rather, the crowd liked to watch Dave's hair.
The band were lovely and amazing, as ever. Lots of good rock kicks and free weed being brought to the forefront. Dave played numerous songs solo, as is usual Swearing at Motorists' behaviour in the year 2002. He ended the show with two tortured dreamy songs, "Neighborhood of Sirens" and "No More James Dean," that sounded so sickly sweet lovely sad that you can't help but feel happy to hear them.
I left the club with a dreamy cloud sitting upon my forehead and enough sanity to last another day.
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