… how 4 people can enlighten 50 odd on a small vessel and how 11 people can get 28.000 aroused: A typical Monday evening nightmare!

Ever since my beloved football team resides in the 2nd League it has been a common fixture to see a Friday home game that kicks off at 18:30 followed by a show in one of my favourite clubs nearby starting somewhere after 21:00 – so a nice entry into a weekend with some great footie and some lovely mu-sick.

This Monday evening it was all upside down: The Haermorrhoids and Chixdiggit (a professional rock band from Calgary) where set to grace the MS Hedi (a tiny vessel orbiting the Hamburg Harbour) and Dynamo Dresden was set to face the mighty FCSP at the Millerntor in what was the first home game of the new season.

The MS Hedi would set sail at 19:00 and kick-off for the televised Monday Night Top Game was to be 20:30 and thus throwing me and some mates into difficulties. We decided to keep the route, though reversed and in consequence accepted a run from the riverside through St. Pauli to the stadium, knowing we would only make it to half time.

Support on the MS Hedi was by hometown heroes The Haermorrhoids who, by today logic, sport a rather old fashioned pop punk in US style. Currently they seem the play every slot they can go onto and playing so often has created a tight set. And indeed a tight set was delivered on the slippery planks of the MS Hedi.

The Haermorrhoids (MS Hedi, Hamburg, 07.08.2017) (c) gehkacken.de)

They have their own songs, they have some clever (Dicks – Hate the Wasserschutzpolizei) and some less clever covers (Ramones – Havana Affair) but most of all they have drive, they have chorus and they have presence:

Much to my surprise I did dig them, either must have been the sunny surrounding or simply the fact that they were indeed solid. I guess I’ll soon have another chance to grab them and then will see if it also works in a dodgy, filthy and dark club.

With some short re-dock of the MS Hedi and some swap of equipment the party set sail for another journey and this time it was for Chixdiggit to accustom themselves to the non-existing stage, the ever moving floor and the fact that you just can’t swing around with your guitar neck out as you would hurt someone.

Without further ado KJ and his ever changing backing band took the floor, did little adjustments of the volume levels of the amps and questioned the audience if all sound great. It did and thus the show went ahead. And from the start it was “fun fun fun” and loads of smiles.

Chixdiggit (MS Hedi, Hamburg, 07.08.2017) (c) gehkacken.de)

And as always KJ was the ever friendly and talkative frontman that kept the audience engaged and in sync. And because of the setting on the vessel he gave the song selection to the audience, seeking input and consent on what to play next.

Fun moment was when KJ got slightly distracted and his eyes went really big: Two huge Navy vessels came into very very close view (literally the tiny MS Hedi came to deliver a broadside of Mu-sick) and for a second KJ lost his plot. But then he was quick-witted to change the words of the song on the fly and put these nasty gray monsters into the flow.

Chixdiggit vs. Navy (MS Hedi, Hamburg, 07.08.2017) (c) gehkacken.de)

And as this seemed to be a lucky day I was able to get my very personal favourite song done by simply throwing it in at the right point in time. So here is the ode to the famous Boston Bruins goalie, not played on ice but on the jucy waters of the river Elbe. Nevertheless, it’s a timeless beauty and one of the most perfect odes to a sports hero.

And they kept playing, KJ kept informing fans (many came from abroad for this very special charter cruise) about the things to see riverside (like our fucking expensive Opera House) and they just could not stop playing. Even as the captain turned the MS Hedi back to the landing bridge they blasted another one only to try to do a final song when the vessel was already moored (something that technically wasn’t allowed).

Great show, loads of fun and with a perfect sunset. Me mate Frosch got all exited that he wanted a memory but he spoiled it by telling KJ that he has a ticket for footie and no spare for Chixdiggit (who were interested too). Bad move mate, bad move!

KJ & Frosch (MS Hedi, Hamburg, 07.08.2017 (c) gehkacken.de)
KJ & Frosch (MS Hedi, Hamburg, 07.08.2017 (c) gehkacken.de)

And then we had to hurry, already knowing that we missed two goals (unfortunately it was 1:1 rather than a joyful 2:0). I arrived on my seat  just when the half time whistle was blown.

Me love and me friends reported „soso“ for the first half and noted that we gave away a rather easy goal. Starting into he 2nd half FCSP got the better of it and was able to turn the almost perfect tactical set visualised below into quick attacks, scoring another goal by Buchtmann and almost scoring a 3rd one (offside by inches).

Millerntor (07.08.2017 21:44 (c) gehkacken.de)
Millerntor (07.08.2017 21:44 (c) gehkacken.de)

But then again a tiny miss in the defense gave away another goal and then Dresden did shut down and the mighty FCSP never got back into danger territory.

And just seeing one half was strange, so i never really got into it in the same way i usually do. Still, unbeaten and looking up rather than down – that’s a good start into the season and valued by the fans.

Millerntor (07.08.2017 22:28 (c) gehkacken.de)
Millerntor (07.08.2017 22:28 (c) gehkacken.de)

And as the evening started with singing it also closed with the crowd singing for the team.

And fun thing: All goals for FCSP this season scored so far by Buchtmann! Every „Team of the week“ of the German footie paper Kicker included … Buchtmann! Great to see him excel this season!

Forza FCSP! And thanks Chixdiggit for ensuring my upsidedown Monday evening did work out.

Bücher, schnell gelesen: Teil 1.257

Estelle Surbranche - So kam die Nacht (Polar Verlag, 2017)
Estelle Surbranche – So kam die Nacht (Polar Verlag, 2017)

Gelesen: 31.07. – 02.08.2018, netto 326 Seiten.

Frankreich! Wow! Was für eine schöne Überraschung. Und was für eine geile Story …

… was würdet ihr machen, wenn ihr Koks in bester Qualität (also unverschnitten) am Strand findet und realisiert das ihr nicht nur quasi Bargeld gefunden habt sondern auch noch Treibstoff für das eigene Ego? Runterschlucken und die Cops anrufen? Oder reinschniefen und wie eine Rakete abgehen?

Vor dieser Frage stehend entscheiden sich zwei Studenten aus Paris leider viel zu schnell und ohne alles zu durchdenken. Die Frage, ob jemand das Zeug vermisst kommt ihnen nicht in den Sinn. Und die Frage, ob die Polizei sich irgendwie interessiert auch nicht. Und so haben sie mehr Probleme an der Backe als sie aushalten können:

Eine Killerin der Drogenmafia die ihre Oper sehr gerne quält. Und zwar so richtig. Böse. Und eine Polizistin die einfach nicht loslässt. Und eine veritable Drogensucht, die das Ego und die Umgebung zerstört.

Im Film würde mann sagen „…zogen eine Spur der Verwüstung hinter sich her“ und das trifft es ganz gut. Großartige Story, ordentlich erzählt und ausreichend lakonisch und brutal. Extrem brutal.

Geiler Scheiss, Surf’s up Motherfucker!

Soundtrack dazu: Mark Broadie & The Beaver Patrol, was sonst? Oder doch Les Arondes? Your choice!

Bücher, schnell gelesen: Teil 1.256

Tom Bouman - Auf der Jagd (Ars Vivendi, 2017)
Tom Bouman – Auf der Jagd (Ars Vivendi, 2017)

Gelesen: 28.- 31.07.2018, netto 278 Seiten.

Hinterwäldler killen oder Killer Hinterwäldler? Am Arsch der Welt in Pennsylvania, oben im Nord-Osten, leben Farmer und Einzelgänger sowie durchgeknallte ihr einfaches und hartes Leben. Dahin und damit in seine Heimat zieht sich auch der Henry Farrell zurück (ein ex-GI der seine Frau verloren hat) um als einfacher Police Officer zu überleben.

Mit viel Liebe zum Detail und viel Lokalkenntnis beschreibt Tom Bouman den Menschenschlag dort und was die Gas-Industrie dieser armen Gegend mit dem Fracking angetan hat (nämlich arme Menschen reich gemacht ohne einen gerechten Preis zu bezahlen). Und vor diesem Hintergrund wird aus einzelnen Leichen eine Mordserie. Und wie Henry dieser mit stoischer Geduld und Rücksicht auf die Menschen in seiner Gemeinde auf den Grund geht – das ist das großartige an diesem Buch.

Es ist ausreichend Böse und Brutal (obwohl es für meinen Geschmack noch plastischer sein könnte) und kommt mit wunderbaren Landschafts- und Naturbeschreibungen daher. Und erklärt auch noch wie mann sich in den Wäldern an den Bergrücken verhalten sollte.

Die Crime-Story ist schön komplex und voller falscher Fährten, Tom verleitet den Leser großartig auf diese. Und nimmt dann ganz elegant die nächste Wende. Cool. Echt cool. Nicht ganz so heavy wie Benjamin Withmer, aber ähnlich gut!

Das beste: zwei weiter Bücher rund um Henry Farrel hat Tom Bouman schon in Arbeit. Das schlechte: „Dry Bones in the Valley“ klingt als Titel irgendwie besser, zumindest in meinen Ohren.

Soundtrack dazu: Mose Giganticus, was sonst?