At Large Postcard from Stockholm
posted by January 7 at 9:53 AMon
I’m sitting in a Swedish 7-11, which happens to have internet access. I’m on tour with two young American bands, the Clorox Girls and Holy Ghost Revival, a Seattle group recently signed to a Columbia Records subsidiary and packed off for a shoestring month-and-a-half European tour. My brother Conor is the singer/songwriter/ringmaster for the group, which is how I weasled my way into the tour van, which is roughly the size and shape of a paddy wagon and packed like a clown car—it barely holds nine people, their luggage, amps, drums, music gear, effluvia, etc. We also picked up a German in Hamburg named Jens whose primary contribution has been teaching us macho insults in German, including
and my favorite
And what, exactly, is so un-masculine about forgetting one’s gym bag?
“It’s stupid to forget a gym bag,” he said.
I said I still didn’t understand.
“Ach!” he said. “You are weichei. And I don’t explain that one.”