Ooooohhh… is he back? Has he ever left?
Nope, he hasn’t even moved. Well, moved house yes, but not much else.
For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Rudi.

Quick run-down: Sign a record deal, record an album, make a little DVD with it, go on tour, do a loads of interviews, get drunk. Hence me not being all that blog-active. Virgin active yes, but not blog.

So this blog will be entirely dedicated to that. Deal with it.

Touring with guys is like having a Zuma-amount of girlfriends. You bitch and moan, you laugh, you dance, you talk an immense amount of utter bullshit, you don’t sing about machineguns though and you meet some crazy people along the way.
I mean lets face it, people can be irritating when you’re hungover. Now imagine none of them having breasts and you have to spend 6 hours in a van together.
Sounds horrible doesn’t it?
Well it’s not.

It’s like having your tonsils removed as a child – it sucks, but everyone fucking loves the be-jesus out of you.

Imagine being in JHB, and a girl offers to pay you R1000 for a hat. Or you accidentally landing in a bed next to some woman, only for her to get your number from a bandmate cause she is too shy to ask you, then phones you the next week telling you she bought a plane ticket to CT to come visit you for the weekend. What? Are you fucking tripping tits on ‘shrooms made of LSD? “Ah shit, sorry, I’ve already made plans with my grandparents.” “Ah that’s so cute! I knew you weren’t just another guy in a band!” Smiley face smiley face.

We almost got into a fight in Bloemfontein because this one bloke decided to tune some of us that he thinks we suck cause his ex girl member-floated as I like to call it. What a knob. Then again, if any of you ever go to Mystic Boer in Bloem, please get some pizza. They do them in a hearty-Afrikaans-you-won’t-ever-be-able-finish-this-one way.

One of our favourite characters we’ve met along the way is a man that only goes by the name ‘Doc’. He is a gynaecologist – for reals. He also owns 2 touring buses of which one we generally try and get hold of when touring up-country.
Doc is good for all kinds of things. If you’re feeling down, he’ll give you a bear-hug of note. If you need cortisone pills, he’ll get them for you, sans prescription.
He also has the coolest ‘call-sign’ known to man. When you want to get his attention in a venue, or a drink at the bar, you stick one hand in the air, keep your hand flat, and drop your ring and pinky-fingers. Try it now. Remember he is a gynae.

Who said blogging can’t be interactive?

Till I remember some more stories – one tends to lose a hell of a lot of them late at night after the 7th shot of Jager.

Yours in touring
Ruud-box