March 13-14, 2012
After the show in Switzerland, the plan was for the drivers to take a break there, but they opted to shove off for Barcelona and take their break there. We arrived in Barcelona in the early afternoon on the next day. The weather was fantastic and parts of the city are jaw-droppingly beautiful. We ended up parking in a tourist parking lot very close to the palace with a nice view of its own and a great breeze. We opened up the doors on the bus and just chilled.
Tony and band took off to see the city, and Doug went with them. The rest of us sat around yukking it up, determined not to rush into anything, but rather just see how the day unfolded. We must have sat there telling jokes to each other and laughing ourselves hoarse for three hours or more, when Doug strolls back up. He said they wandered for a bit, taking in the sights, but they wanted to get on the subway and he’d rather come back and get a jacket. So we all decided it was time to forage a little.
By the time we got seated at this little tapas place it was about 8 pm. After spending some time figuring out the menu, we all ordered and got to feasting, and boy, did we ever luck out with this little place. This was some of the best food I’d ever had, and when the first course came, silence descended upon the table. We spent a couple hours at least, and then made our way back up to the bus, where Paul, one of our drivers, let us in on a key piece of info: the upstairs lounge had a hard drive with over 500 movies on it this whole time and we had no idea. We cued up the Simpsons movie and proceeded to fall asleep in front of the TV. I went to bed early, and woke in the night to hit the head and find Tony and Bjorn returning from bar-hopping at 2 am. They’d had a great time.
Next day we didn’t have to be at the venue till 4 pm, so we walked to a little cafe in the Olympic complex and had espresso and croissants. They weather was sunny and 72, just perfect. paul showed me around the complex a little, and we walked through the impressive Olympic Plaza, and saw the stadium. Eventuall the day off had to finish, so we piled up on the bus and headed out for the show.
Razmatazz has a serious load-in: three flights of stairs up. Thank god there was an elevator, but it had a low weight limit, so it took awhile. We got set up and then some of us got showers and fed. The whole schedule for the evening had changed, with late doors, but super tight changeovers and shortened sets for Daniel and Agent Cooper. Even so, the Coop turned in a solid performance, with Eric being MVP. His solo in Desolate was going awesome (I thought) but drawing yawns, when he just busts into this warp-speed barrelhouse thing that got the crowd cheering. Overall it was one of our best.
Tony and band turned in a solid performance, although Aquiles was having trouble with his in-ears, that he said later seriously interfered with his ability to headbang. I tried to help, but we didn’t have the right tape. Load-out was long and tough, and at the end of the night it ended up with the Coop in the lounge watching Cowbays and Aliens. The Barcelona show is the start of the last leg of the tour: a week from today, I’ll be flying home. Five more shows in Spain, and one in Paris, and then we are heading back to Georgia.
It ain’t over yet, but I can hear the fat lady warming up backstage. Next stop: Madrid, Spain.