A few years ago we went to play in Stara Zagora, on a festival, I can't remember which one exactly...
We were staying in a very cool hotel, it was great.
But... erm... Sasho, our drummer, after he took a shower,
because he had been sweating a bit, he decided to take a shower in his underwear,
since he didn't have a change of underwear.
So his underpants were super wet, and it turned out there was no way for him to dry them,
because the central heating was not on.
And, since we were drinking this luke warm Whiskey all night, and we got wasted on that horrible drink,
he decided to dry his underpants in the microwave, and then he tried a hot plate,
and since that didn't work, and he ruined them, on the next day he had to put his shorts on without any underpants, because
his underwear was ruined. Then we had to make a stop in Pazardzhik, I don't remember why,
and we walked about Pazardzhik, and I 'd taken my underpants of, out of solidarity,
so we took a walk in Pazardzhik without any underwear, and we sat on a bench,
so.. with the wide shorts, from underneath, some things were well visible,
people passing by looked at us wearily, while we were drinking beer... it was cool...
The next story... also a few years ago, we went to play in Instanbul,
Everything was great, the gig was cool, but our guitarist Anka's backpack disappeared,
with his passport in, and the van's documents, the one we had rented for the trip.
So we din't sleep that night, we were at the club, watching the security cameras videos,
We didn't see anything, we didn't find out who had stolen the documents, and on the next day, at 6am,
we got up, basically without having slept at all, both exhausted, so we starded roaming about Istanbul,
by taxies, we went to some police stations, we saw several police stations up close,
people in chains passing us, back and forth, cool...
And, at some point we got to the Ambassy, in a taxi that turned out to be illegal,
and in no time, from Istanbul, we ended up on the highway to Ankara, 100% sure we were going to be killed for our organs.
Finally, anfer fierce arguing, we managed to pull the car to the side of the road,
we started arguing, the driver got out, opened the trunk, it was totally absurd...
out of nowhere an older man appeared, very cool, who turned out to be Bulgarian,
and he was like: "Boys, are you Bulgarian?", it turned out he was working there in military, and knew people in the Ambassy,
so he spoke a bit to the guy, in Turkish, since we didn't want to pay him,
so finally he drove us back to the Ambassy.
We managed to get a pasavan.
It had been very stressful.
And on top of all that, while we were leaving Istanbul, the van's clutch broke,
so we got back from Istanbul without the clutch,
we stopped in Chirpan for some meat balls , and that was it....
Before Verka, I used to have a band called Modified Gods, some of you may know it, but it doesn't matter...
So, we had a gig, here in Delchevo, in ' 98, in a hall where there were no stage lights,
you either turn the bulbs on and it's too light, or you turn them off and it's too dark, no in between.
So we decided to bring a lamp from home, for the stage.
I brought it, placed it...
It all worked fine, there were no problems. The first band finished and it was time for Modified Gods.
I came with my guitar to play, and, all of a sudden, I pushed the lamp with my foot,
and I decided to place it at the same spot.
The moment I touched it -
Еlectricity!
It started shaking me, sparks all over, I started twitching....
The crowd thought I was doing it for the show, but in 10 seconds... adios amigos...
I'd have passed over to the underworld... hehe
Luckily, the band's vocal, Kruno, realized that if he pulled the cable from the socket,
there would be no electricity and I would be o.k.
So that's what he did. The moment he did that, I dropped the wires leading to the bulb,
they had burned, and the wires were bare...
That's why I was electrified.
What were we to do? There was panic. "Let's go to the doctor's" ...
"Doctor's?!", I said. "We're having a gig."
So, all wet, with bloody hands, the whole show, from the beginning to the end.
I was bent over, doggy style stance.
What's important, I played the whole gig. The crowd was super happy.
All right, let's talk interesting anecdotes from concerts...
There's this interesting one when we played without having completed the lyrics,
and we saw a guy at the front who knew the lyrics. Obviously the audience knows our lyrics better than us.
The second anecdote would be, God forbid you ever ask me again,
a young boy came up to me after the gig and he said to me:
"The gig was awesome. Will you give me a guitar pick?"
And I gave him the worst possible answer:
"Hey, this is my last one.."
So, that's it, don't ask me to give you a guitar pick....
We were on a tour Slovenia - Italy, we played in Florence and we all thought it was going to be
you know, Florence - the middle ages, museums, and shit, while, actually,
we played in the middle of nowhere, outside of the city, in an industrial zone, we never even saw Florence.
We didn't speak the language, there were no shops, we were starving,
none of us spoke Italian, and we didn't know ehen we were going to eat.
The day started with the Italians going away to eat, with their girlfriends, uncles, aunts...
After that they asked: "Why didn't you come with us to eat?" and we were like: "Well..." And that was the beginning of the day.
Then the club owner told us we each had half a bear, the small cans we hadn't seen in ten years, and we didn't drink them even then...
And then we were, like, what were we going to do afterwards, where were we going to sleep,
and then the guy told us: "If the club ownr liked us, we could sleep in the club, on the floor."
we were like 'o.k.' So the gig was over, it had been great, crazy, we jumped...
The guy came up and said: "The club owner doen's like you, you have to continue your way to Milan." We said 'o.k.'
The guy who was driving us, fell asleep at some point, while driving on the highway, we almost got killed there.
Then we stopped on the highway to get some sleep. And then it turned out we couldn't sleep in Milan either.
We got there at 8 in the morning, the guy went to his parents' to sleep,
We had to, since you aren't allowed to sit and sleep on the benches there,
we had to take an 8km walk by a canal, 50 'C, in sweatpants, we looked like albanians dealing dope, if you catch my drift.
Then we went 8km from this town to Milan,
when we god back we stank like bears, and we played that night in Milan,
where, we had thought, it was going to be the best ever, and in the end, 6 people came,
I broke my nose and ended up in the emergency room, Ćora passed out,
and that's how the tour ended.
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