Most departments loaded into the Atlas Arena at a staggering 6am this morning. Chief Rigger Johnny Hotpants had the exclusive privilege of arriving on site at 5am to mark the floor and stage, determining the points from which the PA and lights will be hung. It’s bridal central today, with very few dead hangs, meaning it’s a slow setup, hence the early get-in.
None of this means much to The Winning Team however; a few of us arrived on site at a cool 8.30 to sift through our unloaded cases for things to do. While the rigging was taking its toll on the clock’s patience, affecting Teams Audio and Lighting, we on stage were set up with a bit of time to spare before lunch. Well you know what they say: if you’re not on the Winning team…
It was a lovely day off yesterday, arriving at the hotel at 9.30am with rooms readily available. Driving into Poland provided some lovely sights; Dan and I were the last two awake (apart from Bus Driver Oli of course) and as the early day unfolded, we were treated to views of thick blankets of mist lying in fields and between the trunks of tall trees, impossibly thin in proportion to their heights. The area near the hotel was abuzz with abundance, a horn of plenty offering choice between needful and irrational purchases, luscious food, and big fat beers. Of the foremost and latter I did not partake, happy in the middle with some gnocchi and salad. But what about the pierogi? you may ask.
This being Poland, an epicentre of slavic beauty, one cannot visit and brazenly disregard a signature staple of unleavened bread, filled variously, boiled, and fried. Happily, our caterer Harry provided pierogi for our enjoyment today for lunch. But why not enjoy them from a Polish restauracja? you may ask. Well — being vegetarian in a part of the world where the very word has the power to lift eyebrows and half-close eyes, I find it best not to bother asking someone, who may not speak fluent English, whether or not the dumplings have been fried in bacon grease, contain bacon, beef, or whatever used-to-breathe filling one might conjure. I’ll take the safe bet with Harry, thank you.
We’re supposedly starting the show at 8pm tonight, and if I may impart a sarcastic tone — sure we will. Find out in the next freaky, thrill-soaked episode of Roadie’s Mind.For some technical reason beyond my comprehension, the Berlin show entry was not placed on the front page of the blog yesterday. If you haven’t seen it, if you were of the mind that it was missing, you can click here to read it.