A blog by Holy Fuck

Run for the Roses

Well, while our name gets raked over the coals back home we’re having a dandy time here on The Continent. And at no expense to the Canadian taxpayer! The German taxpayer on the other hand…

Driving from Stuggart to Hasselt, Belgium today the abundance of wind turbines in Germany is hard not to notice. Really makes me wonder where all the wind turbines are in Canada. There sure is enough wind - and this past week more than enough hot air - and the technology is no longer too costly to consider. Although it’s not so affordable that both candidates for the U.S. presidency can be excused from missing a crucial vote on tax credits for alternative energy producers and investors like they did a couple of weeks ago.

(Geez Louise, all this European hospitality seems to be giving me a North American hate-on, eh. Watch out Mexico, you’re next.)

Pukkelpop is on today’s agenda. In what could be diplomatically referred to as an adventurous decision in festival programming we follow Drive-by Truckers who are preceded by Henry Rollins doing spoken word .

I’m excited about the show because I washed my “uniform” in the hotel bathroom sink last night. This is the first tour where I’ve tried the rock uniform - meaning I wear the same clothes on stage every night so that only one shirt and one pair of pants get drenched in sweat. While this allows me to travel light, it also allows me to kill most houseplants with my stench after about three shows. So get ready, Belgium - I’m starting fresh and, much like the tiresome windbag on our flight from Toronto to London last week who wouldn’t stop complaining about the smell of the dirty diaper belonging to the infant in the row behind her, my arse will smell like roses.

roses, pukkelpop, germany, belgium, wind turbines |