On the flight from Copenhagen to Norway a guy sitting across the
aisle from me was reading a Norwegian newspaper, and at the top of the
page was a photo of Delta Moon. Okay, it was page 31 of the “Lokal
& Kultur” section. But for a moment life was like a Hitchcock
movie, when the hero sees the front-page photo of himself under the
headline “Manhunt for Murderer Continues.” The Norwegian guy paid us no
attention at all, though we had him surrounded.
We had a good first couple gigs in Denmark, both of them in ancient
buildings converted to music venues. Bruunske Pakhus in Fredericia was
an old warehouse. The soundman told us he thought the building was 800
years old, but later I learned the city wasn’t founded until the 1600s,
so maybe not. Still the place seemed plenty old. The Harmonien in
Svendborg was in a remodeled half-timber stable on a cobblestone
courtyard.
We’ve only been in Norway a few hours, but it feels very different —
lots of wood paneling, bigger cars and money from the North Sea oil
wells. An hour after we landed Mark and I taught a slide guitar
workshop in a youth center in Stavenger. Then we all went out for
dinner. The food and beer taste different here too, maybe a little more
vinegar or something. The weather is wet like in the northwestern US,
with the sea to the west and mountains to the east. The people seem
friendly. We’ll learn more tomorrow.
I’ll leave you for now with this shot of Franher chilling on the streets of Copenhagen.