Brilliantine Mortality. Fan reviews of BSP gigs can be found on the main site. If that's what's waiting for me on the ground Oh I hope I never come down Is it any wonder that they think I've lost my mind? I barely remember what life was like before this tour. It was summer, I think. Yes, because I remember soaking up the sun on the terrace at Bremen airport way back in mid-September whilst KLM tried to work out which random place our bags had been despatched to.
And drinking the first of many foamy German beers at sunset in Rosa-Luxemburgplatz square, East Berlin , checking out pairs of passing men trying to guess who might be "Kevo" and "De Lacey" The venue was called the Roter Salon and it was, quite definitely, the reddest place I have ever been.
The walls, carpet, ceiling, bar, stairs and toilets were varying shades of red. Still travel-dazed I'm told it was one of the lads' best gigs, but for me it was overwhelmed with a sense of relief that I had even got there at all in spite of the random obstacles chucked in my general direction.
A feeling which, with hindsight, was actually an omen or blueprint for the next two months I have tried a few times to explain what happened to me in Hamburg but still can't find words for the emotional overload which left me standing at the front on my own with nobody within ten feet behind me, tears streaming down my face on several occasions - I'm kind of glad the band didn't really know who I was then.
Put briefly I realised round about Blackout that I had fallen completely in love with this band, at a gig to which I had brought Mark Burgess, who had been the singer of my previous favourite and recently split band of 17 years standing The Chameleons.
