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04 Apr 07
Grand Tour Memoirs: I Want To Be A Dresden Doll
Of course, we didn't know what to expect from the night in Dresden. It was the fourth consecutive concert in Germany and we imagined ourselves being very tired at this point.

We were tired, but the sleep at Jens place in Hamburg the night before had been better than many previous nights. We were as late as ever, and in the middle of our speedy drive down the autobahn, Oliver phoned the organizers and told them a half-truth that gave us an excuse to be late.

I've learned a few things about the autobahns last week. They are not simply the rational solution of getting a lot of cars quickly from point A to B. The Autobahn is Culture all the way through. It's a manifestation of modernity the way Hitler and his contemporaries envisioned it. They cut mercilessly through the old landscape, paving the way for a new era of industry, effectiveness and national progress.

The free people buy expensive cars to compete with on the autobahn. The more money you have after buying the car, the faster you can go, since the petrol cost grows exponentially with the speed. We easily doubled our costs from Hamburg to Dresden, since we were in a hurry. It was impossible not to think about the amount of fuel wasted on the highways of the world by people in a hurry.

Of course, the concept of not restricting speed is dangerous not only to mother nature. The German newspapers do not normally write about fatal accidents on the autobahns, since they happen every day. When we drove from Leipzig in the night, we saw crashed car, in which somebody must have died very recently. It was impossible to draw any other conclusion and we hardly spoke for an hour.

When we arrived in Dresden we were provided with everything we could possibly have hoped for. The ‘bandvonung’ looked like it was built for royalties, and although we dubbed Kenneth ‘the King of Dresden’ the next day, we felt overwhelmed.

And I sincerely doubt that we've ever played a better concert. Not many people could have heard us before and I felt that the audience simply started to like us during the show. I was deeply touched by the overwhelming response we got towards the end of the show. We played a very long set by our standards, with double encores, and it was all pure joy for me.

We even managed to see the city centre the next day. That afternoon, spent near the rooftop cherub figures blackened by the fire following the British phosphor bombing during the last weeks of the Second World War, eating some form of rich kuchen that I can't remember the name of, with Oliver posing with my sunglasses, was surely one of the most memorable moments for me.

And of course we had our classical romantic band story here in old East Germany. But that's for tomorrow.
written by Mattias
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