Here's a little story that must be
told...
...and it has to be told in english, since we were in belgium and the
belgiarians don't speak german....
one weekend through the eyes of the far
from horizons
(if you ever wondered about the fact
whether we are straight edge or not you will
definitely find out in this blog)
As stoked as we were to hit belgium
again we were driving with a rented van to our rehearsal room and
got stuck in our first traffic jam for the day.... we arrived about
one hour behind schedule at our rehearsal room. we packed everything as
fast as possible and headed for ceddy's place because he forgot to
bring his anti allergic pills... also we've had to go to a supermarket
for michi to get some beers and to the car renting company for robert
to sign papers to have insurance while driving the van. we hit the
motorway about two hours
behind schedule... we ran into lots of traffic jams but lucky for us
ceddy brought his wireless usb internet stick so we could check out the
latest videos on your very favorite porn site. this is where it all
began...
than it
appeared:
our first pee bottle! after two hours on the motorway michi already
drank four beers and had to pee very very badly. when i unintended to
pick on michi hit the windshield wiper and the water started spraying
on the windshield michi wasn't able hold it any longer. we would have
stopped the car but we were in a single track limited road works area.
since there were these small walls you can't pass with a car we
couldn't stop for him to pee. with sweat on his face and panic in his
eyes he grabbed an empty one liter bottle off the floor while opening
his pants. we totally freaked out and started to cry, literally crying,
because we had to laugh so hard. first "far from horizon pee bottle" so
far.
after sitting in the van for seven hours
because of traffic jams and aa-pills we arrived in pepingen at 20
o'clock i think and before i left the car i grabbed my "arrival beer"
from the glove box which i brought exactly for that reason. since our
drummer had to bring us to the sleeping place after our show he had to
stay sober and the rest of us started to hit the bar immediately. since
there was no supermarket around we were lucky to find some vodka and
one energy drink from our last show in our merch cases. ceddy was so
happy to drink some vodka that he had to choke when he drank his first
zip.
we had an awesome show in a small club.
the club was so small that there was absolutely no possibility to have
a merch stand inside the club, so we sold merch out of the van after
the show. the club was packed with people an as everybody knows: fully
packed mini club shows can be fucking intense. we even fucked up one
song. this is the second time in the whole history of FFH that we had
to stop a song an restart. if this happened because there were no
monitors or maybe that grobi had to stay sober?! we'll never know...
but, as i said: fucking intense. again: thank you pepingen.
after the show we wanted to party but
there was no discotheque around so we kidnapped "party tour guide"-
buzzzz (who plays guitar for "enter the morgue"
http://www.myspace.com/enterthemorgue
). we headed for a bar somewhere.
michi was literately falling out of the van pissed drunk and
immediately started to vomit on the streets when we parked the van to
enter the bar.
on the way to the bar we "found" a big
sunshade umbrella which michi was very proud of. at this point it made
no sense to carry a sunshade umbrella since there was no sun at all but
we did. everyone of us except for robert who had to stay sober because
he had to drive was drunk at that point. chris was so rushed when he
saw a bell in the bar that he rang that bell and hollered around. but
for everyone to know: if there is a bell in a bar: DON'T EVER RING THE
FUCKING BELL! because if you ring the bell it's your "all drinks on
me"-round. so don't ring the fucking bell. but chris already did... i
told him what the bell is about and his face immediately lost all
impression of fun and he ran to the bartender. he managed to talk
himself out of the bell thing by saying that he is a stupid german and
that he wasn't aware of the bell thing. good for him this could have
been very expensive since the bar was full of people.
we partied there with buzzzz until they
closed the bar. so buzz got himself on of the super secret "i partied
naked with fuckin far from horizon" shirt that night. he earned it.
when michi discovered his "painting" aka vomit in front of the van he
had the very bright idea to pee into the vomit. yeah... very smart,
really. actually so smart that chris had to pee into michis vomit
too... ok... no further comments... michi officially took the cake that
night.
you can see the umbrella
- ella - ella - eh - eh here
take a look at this little clip
when we arrived at the sleeping place at
4 o'clock in the morning we were very surprised that everyone of us had
a single room in a hotel like hostel thing. smashed and wasted as we
were we did not care about nothing. especially not the volume of our
voices. some people on our floor actually did not prefer drunk germans
taking shit about vomit, drinking, stage diving and that it's "game
over bro'" on their floor when they're sleeping. i wonder why... buzz
left us there but we would meet him again at the next day because he
was playing with his band as support for us.
the next day we discovered that the
toilets we're so small that we, hung over as predictable, hit our heads
at the toilet doors when sitting down on the toilet to take that
wonderful "beer shit". also michi said that his ass hurts like.. you
know... you do know what i mean. which would be very interesting
because we've all had single rooms you know. maybe he had some
visitation by some aliens and they implanted some anal sensor in his
ass.. we'll never know.
our next show was about to go down in
gent. since gent is like 50km away from the sea we decided to go to the
beach and chill there for a few hours and then return to gent for the
show. on our way to the beach we had to stop for a very serious poo
break. everyone of us had to take a dump. very serious action. but the
toilet on the gas station had only two working shit boxes so we had to
wait for everyone of us to finish his business. just imagine the
following situation: you and your family are about to go to the beach.
since you have to take a dump you're heading for the next gas station
to take a dump. when you enter the toilet the first thing you see is
three weird and pretty hung over looking guys are talking in a foreign
language to two other guys who are in the shit boxes right now. and
every time you can here a "ploop" coming out of one of the shit boxes
or someone in the shit boxes farts everyone starts laughing his as off.
this is exactly what happens if you place far from horizon in the
shit-uation that we have to wait for us to finish our poo-off.
you may notice that we
finally found a sense in carrying a sunshade umbrella.
second show was a 150 people club in
gent. we had lots of fun there too. this time i had to stay sober and
drive the van after the show to the sleeping place. so i spend most of
the time relaxing somewhere hanging at the merch and stuff like that.
we found out that gent has a lot of beautiful girls out there. someone
said that most of them are from antwerpen. maybe i have to move to
antwerpen. if anyone reads this who is able to fix shows in antwerpen
contact us please. haha.
michi again drank a lot and within the
show i could see his eyes rolling in the back of his head. michi gave
beer coupons to people in the front row to bring him even more beer.
this time we didn't fucked up the song. maybe it's got something to do
with robert being sober and being drunk because he wasn't sober at all.
lucky for us our friend bren made it to the show an took pictures of us
playing. her pics had been amazing last time and i'm sure they will be
great again.
thanks bren!
we had much fun especially with the
sound guy in the
frontline he turned out to be a cool guy. we had fun there. while we
were playing our third or second to last song i recognized that michis
amplifier was not worinkg anymore. it was a little difficult to tell
him because he was still rocking out (with his cock out) while nothing
came out of his amplifier. when he figured out what i ment with
pointing at his guitar and his amplifier he looked a little surprised
and tried to fix the problem. a few days later he told me that he
accidentally switched to the wrong pickup while playing his guitar and
that it took him some time to find out.
not drunk at
all...
we played more than one hour. i think
we've played like every song we got including the three encores. in
between the second encore ( "take a deep breath" ) some farted really
bad or someone pulled a stink bomb. really really stinky... someone had
perfume to get over that smell but we as we were on stage had to
struggle to not vomit because of the smell. we couldn't figure out
which was more annoying the stink or the perfume.
unluckily for us nobody guided us to a
party afterwards. we tried to
find a party but i didn't work out. maybe it was too much for buzzz
last night because nobody was able to find him later that evening.
the street outside of the frontline
turned out to be a "hot" one. there we're a gay bar and a bar where
people started to pick fights with the bouncers and stuff like that. we
tried to pack our stuff as fast as possible and leave the danger zone.
we parked around the corner and ate something while some homo sexual
guy tried to convince us to join the gay bar. actually he was a nice
guy but erhmm no thank you, michis ass still hurts and we still don't
know why.
we headed for some address someone gave
us, but we didn't entered the cafe since we haven had a "party tour
guide" and we weren't sure if it is ok for some german death metal guys
who are pretty drunk and still in an adrenaline rush to enter the cafe.
you know, bells and other dangerous things may wait for you inside.
so we drove to matte's place to sleep
there. we would have kidnapped matte to be our "party tour guide" but
he was to drunk to mange important things like after show parties after
our performance so we left him at home so he'd be safe. the street
where matte lives is a little angled an when michi stepped outside of
the van he nearly rediscovered gravity because he barely could manage
the interference between his boozed sense of balance and the streets
angle. he was stumbling down the street backwards in the wrong
direction. he could stabilize him self when he unintended hit a fence.
very funny. i think he took the cake twice this weekend...
when i woke up the next morning my nose
was bleeding but i totally forgot about my nose when we were
very surprised to find out about the hospitality coming from mattes
parents. we've
had a great breakfast with a very good lasagna. we would have never
expected this. thank you very much!
somehow unlucky was the fact that our
friend yannick (ex eleanor vocalist), who was the initiator to book our
first two shows in belgium and for everyone of us the first two shows
outside of germany ever, and the guys of the band called eleanor (
http://www.myspace.com/weareeleanor
) could not make it the shows to
party with us. maybe next time. you know we'll going to contact you if
we're somewhere around.
this has been our second weekend in
belgium. we want to thank everyone who made it to the show, everyone
who bought our merch (we sold a fucking load of merch!!! THANKS TO YOU
GUYS!!), and especially matte (no control bookings http://www.myspace.com/nocontrolbookings ) for inviting us to
belgium again!
thank you!