"Ya Can't Have Your Puddin', Unless You Eat Your Meat!"

October 28, 2007, 11:00 a.m.

Bochum, Germany

One thing I’ve noticed during our time in Germany, they love their meats. (Alright all you goofballs, I recognize the double entendre.) Even breakfast provides an assortment of brots, wursts, salamis, bolognas, head cheeses, etc. Even at the truck stops, trying to get a healthy meal was impossible. When we stop for breakfast, the only vegetable product in the whole place was Pringles potato chips . . . and, get this . . . Roast Beef Flavored!!!!
But, I had to try it. And it tastes like, you guessed it, roast beef. Five chips in to the tube, I’m done with them. Yuck!! I need cereal.

On the way to Bochum, we have to take an alternate route, as a low bridge gets in our way. Quick thinking by Gary, the driver, who stops at the head of the overpass, avoids a major catastrophe. In typical Jeff Keith thinking, he says, “I tell ya’ Marc, there are many problems on the road that pop up, it’s not always red carpet.” He laughs that, “Today we had to roll up the red carpet and go aaallllll the way around.”

As we get in to Bochum, much of the town is closed, as it is Sunday.
When we load in to the Matrix Club, we are led through a maze of tunnels until we get to a cavernous brick room that is long and thin with arched ceilings. Tonight the band plays a WWII bomb shelter!!!
Now that’s cool. The owner has converted this remnant of superior German construction in to one of the coolest clubs I’ve seen.
Take away the hundreds of par can lights and aluminum tubular trussing and you have an underground bunker that actually housed hundreds, if not thousands of German citizenry during allied bombing campaigns.
The air vents in the ceiling remind me of the scene from the “Dirty Dozen,” when Jim Brown is throwing grenades down the shafts and doesn’t quite make it back to the truck that Lee Marvin is driving.




The show, once again, goes great that night. I’m not just making this up, the crowds love these guys.