Dear english readers, please find the first episode of the East Cameron Folkcore Tour Diary below.
In der vergangenen Woche haben East Cameron Folkcore ihre fünfte und letzte Tour des Jahres 2016 beendet. Die führte sie unter anderem nochmal nach Berlin und Köln. Noch immer ist Trump allgegenwärtig – vor allem aber der derzeit grassierende Rassismus und Faschismus.
Alle Einträge des Tour-Tagebuches findet ihr übrigens auf der eigens eingerichteten Übersichtsseite zum ECF Tour-Tagebuch!
[11am, Monday, on the road from Hamburg to Berlin]
Yesterday was a great day exploring a new city with my bandmates. Coffee at St Pauli Deathspresso, dinner later at Hate Harry, and shopping for some new St. Pauli FC gear. I’m fascinated by Hamburg and particularly the St. Pauli district. The history of the neighborhood, the football club, and music venues like Molotow. Our band flat overlooks the giant pit, a condo under construction, where the original Molotow once stood.
The fact that fans of Molotow took to the streets to protest the closing of the original club, and not just folks who live in Hamburg but from around the world, and their demands to keep the venue open, is astounding to me. Fascinating and inspiring, and it is the reason Molotow will soon return to it’s original location. There are lessons to be learned from the Molotow fight by music fans in communities around the world. From Hamburg, Germany to London, England and back home to Austin, Texas, developers are content to let cultural institutions like music venues close, ignorant to their cultural importance and the community that these spaces foster.
Hamburg’s spirit of political dissent, and the illustrious history of one of the world’s most famous music venues, is the reason the community reacted the way it did to Molotow closing. I can’t imagine music fans in Austin taking to the streets and occupying city blocks to protest the closing of a music venue. And that’s unfortunate.
[11pm, Monday, Berlin]
Arrived at the venue with just about one free hour to do some exploring. Hopped on the subway and headed downtown to snap some pics of the Brandenburg Gate – when in Berlin, I suppose. Made it back to the venue just in time for soundcheck. Sometimes you don’t get as much time in a city as you would like, so you have to move fast if you want to see anything more than the venue and your hotel bed.
Weird show tonight. Not necessarily the crowd or the venue by any means. Our venue was blocks from the Berlin Wall and just under a week ago, we woke up to the shocking reality that a fascist was elected President of the United States. Donald Trump is a fascist, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. He doesn’t deserve respect, he doesn’t deserve to be “given a chance.” I wonder how many folks stood around saying “This Hitler guy, let’s give him a chance he may be onto something.” I’m being facetious of course – I realize that many, many people did. But the history of fascism should have taught us by now that these people, Donald Trump and his cabal of bigoted cohorts, should never be “given a chance.” They should be opposed and fought and resisted by any means necessary.
[2pm, Wednesday, on the road from Weinheim to Cologne]
It can’t be said enough, but there is no feeling greater than arriving in a new town (and a small town at that) that you’ve never been to before and playing music to a crowd of friendly faces. Immense gratitude to the people of Weinheim, Germany and Cafe Central for coming out to support our little folk punk band from Austin. Prost!
[11am, Thursday, on the road from Cologne to Lingen]
If Hamburg is our band’s European hometown, Cologne is our second home. Great to see some friends at the show last night. I had about as much time in Cologne as I did in Berlin so, did the touristy thing and hopped on a train and headed downtown to snap a couple pics of the Cologne Cathedral. Walked around the city listening to Keith Jarret’s 1975 Köln Concert and thought about how this town, and really this entire country, has been so supportive to the arts for so long.
Oh and we ran into the guys from Bukahara again as well as a couple American bands, The Devil Wears Prada and Memphis May Fire, who were using the Underground Cologne venue parking lot for its notoriously available shorepower. The world gets awfully small when you’re traveling it making music.
[1pm Saturday, Frankfurt]
Last night we played our last show of 2016. Our 5th tour this year is finally coming to a close. Three tours of the United States, and two trips to Europe. Germany, Austria, Switzerland, The Netherlands, Czech Republic… as well as Joshua Tree, Fort Collins, Duluth, Atlanta, Boston… we’ve been everywhere this year. Truly a blessing to spend so much time on the road playing important, revolutionary music, with humans who I love and whose friendships I cherish.
After our show in Braunschweig we met up with some new friends at the bar Klaue. This is my type of bar. Packed, smokey, with loud music blaring, a divy punk rock spot. A perfect place to end the tour. Out front smoking a cigarette, a local tells me I should be careful wearing my St Pauli “Smash Fascism” scarf in the neighborhood around the club. “We have a problem over the last couple months with Nazi’s in this area.” I’m shocked, though I suppose I shouldn’t be.
Fascism is real. Fight it by any means.