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3OH!3 - On Tour In Europe - 'We're Fucking Machines'

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Posted on 05 Nov 09

 
 

By Nat

Sunday, October 25th
I took off from Denver Airport bound for Paris, by way of Cincinnati. As we get ready to go onto the runway, the flight attendant picks up a book and asks me if it's mine. The title is "Me and My God." I tell her that that particular piece of literature is most certainly NOT mine. Screaming baby on the flight to Paris, dude weighing in at a grand total of maybe 400 or 450 snoring his happy little head off - perfect.

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Monday, October 26th - PARIS
Arrive in Paris - I took the old familiar RER train from Charles de Gaulle Airport into the centre of the city. I lived here for 8 months a couple of years ago. My mother is French originally, and I've been coming back to spend my summers in France since I was born. After college I wanted to live here, so I got a job as an English teacher in a high school. It was great to be back.

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Sean got in a couple hours after me and we went to one of my favorite restaurants in the La Chapelle area of Paris - It's called Ganesha Corner. I think it might be Sri Lankan. Let's just say that later that day, while I was violently but still gracefully throwing it all up, it had the same taste and consistency going down as it did coming back up. Cheers!

Sean and I took it easy that night, and went on a little walk around Les Halles, Etienne Marcel, and the Louvre. Very pleasant.

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Tuesday, October 27th - PARIS

I met my cousin and his homies for lunch at a place called HAND (Have a Nice Day - Goddamn those French are creative aren't they?) and eventually made our way to the venue. There were some people waiting there for autographs - we signed them. We took pictures. We laughed, we cried, we celebrated.

There was this Swiss band soundchecking when we got there. This chick kept repeating what I assume she thought was the illest part of her whole vocal repertoire saying something like "this is the boy, yes the birthday boy, this is the boy yes the birthday boy, this is the flight to Tokyo, this is the flight to TOW-KEEE-OOOO." Oh man it was really embarassing.

It's tough to sing in a language that really isn't yours, or one that you really don't have a good grasp on - how are people supposed to do it. Maybe they shouldn't. Swedes seem to be able to do it fine - maybe it's because they are so adept at learning languages. We got all our shit setup and then went and did some interviews across the street. Radio, magazines etc.

Some girl asked if we would rather bone Britney Spears, Lily Allen, or some other chick. I let you guess who I chose. We proceeded to have some drinks and get in the concert giving mode. A bunch of my family and friends came out. All of a sudden from the stage I see this 6'5" dude with a massive camera plough through a bunch of little people to the front, only to realize it was my homie Clement trying to get some dope pictures of our Johnsons. Pervert.

Wednesday, October 28th - COLOGNE
We drove 3 and a half hours after the show the previous night in Paris, to somewhere in Belgium, in order to get into Cologne early enough to do some press. We're in a van here in Europe. Because of the crazy way in which our touring career started (with 2008 Warped Tour), we've never really been in vans before Europe this time, and back on the Katy Perry Tour here in February.

We've done a shitload of bus tours in the states, and fly-dates in other places. Vans are tough, man - props to bands who really grind it out on van tours and play their asses off every night - that's really something to be proud of! Because we have so much press booked for the days here, we've been having to get into towns early, and thus drive later and night and earlier in the morning.

Well not drive, Tristan our TM does the driving - we just sit back here and try to make him crack with our attempts Cockney accents and jokes about disgusting shit. It's not working. He hates us. Or loves us - I'm not quite sure.

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We got into Cologne and the venue was crazy. It was like this whole compound. The backstage was in another building, and had 9 bunk beds in it - I guess bands can stay there the nights they play, and only have to leave the following morning at 11AM. It's a pretty rad thing, especially for bands who live show to show. Some creepy dude told me that I looked like a Jesus freak... or maybe that I look like a dude in The Jesus Freaks? I don't know, is that a band? I told him thanks.

The show was great. It's cool to be in small venues again. This one was about 400 people. It makes you have to be on point. After Warped Tour and Reading and Leeds this summer, we were getting used to playing in front of a lot of people. It is definitely a different type of performance that you have to give for a smaller crowd. A more intimate and intimately physical one. That sounds like I might get in trouble for something sexual. Oh well.

These shows are good for us. Sean and I can both see and feel that if we put on a good enough show, people will have a great time, tell their friends to come next time we are in town, and we can keep growing our band and this wonderful thing we have going! Parties across the world, motherfucker!

Thursday, October 29th - BERLIN

Again we drove after the show to Hannover, spent a few hours attempting at sleep in a hotel, and got up to drive to Berlin in the morning. We went straight to a radio station to do some interviews. We talked about Tittens, apparently German slang for "Tits" with this chick. That was cool. We asked to see her Tittens. She said maybe next time. Whatever. Didn't really wanna see those old dogs anyways.

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We got to the venue and soundchecked, and then went across the street for a delicacy we had been eying for a while - the famous "Currywurst." It is basically a Bratwurst, with some crazy Ketchup on it, sprinkled with some sort of chili powder, and then bedazzled with curry powder. Not bad when you are so hungry you would seriously consider eating a handsome piece of dog shit. Not half bad, that Currywurst.

I got probably the best sleep all tour on the couch in the Green Room. I woke up and it was 8:30PM and Sean, Tristan and I were all passed the fuck out, while Sean's iTunes was blaring some crazy hippie shit. It was an awkward awakening, that is certain. Some of our friends came to the show. We yelled at them for a good half hour backstage. Things like "how have you been" and "what?" and "Yeah, no.... TOTALLY"

Pretty standard catching back up with long-lost acquaintance talk. The stage was smaller than a, than a..... what's really small? It was a great vibe in that room, though - It felt like a rowdy, crazy house party, Berlin comes hard with it. We've been staying in the rooms after and meeting everyone and taking pictures and stuff - it's so rad to be able to play shows out here to people who know our music!

Friday, October 30th - HAMBURG
Woke up early to hit the road for Hamburg Big press day today - something like 8 interviews, 2 radio station appearances and a meet and greet. We're fucking machines. First up was the NRJ radio interview. I'm gonna go ahead and say that the most asked question by a ratio of 999/1 by German press is, "what mean the name of your band?" translated by Nathaniel Motte in 2009 AD as "what the fuck does your band name mean?"

Well, Germany, it basically means that when we were deep in though picking a band name 15 minutes before we needed one, and settling on the tattoo sean had on his leg (and of course our beloved home state of Colorado), we didn't have a FUCKING clue that we would be playing shows in Germany a few years later... That's basically "what mean it."

It was a sold out show that night - the atmosphere was great. The promoter had somehow neglected to book an opening band or DJ for the night, so poor people were just chilling there for a long time before we went on. We were billed as going on at 10PM, so we didn't want anyone to miss it, but we still went on early.

The show was crazy. A few technical mishaps right off the bat, fixed accordingly. And there was no security in the club at all - toward the end of the set people were coming on stage, soon to be thrown off by Sean and I into a crowd that only pseudo-understood the concept of stage diving. Some dude tipped over a monitor and might have broken my toe. After the show I found my front tooth chipped a little on the inside. I sort of remember slamming a microphone into it somewhere in between Paris and Berlin.

Saturday, October 31st - LONDON
Happy Halloween! I'm gonna be dude taking airplane from Hamburg to London, making beats on the airplane and trying to catch the swine flu. Fuck yeah. We got into London and I tried to get Fulham v Liverpool tickets, but we were too late - damn I really want to catch a Premiere League game sometime. We refined plans for next year, touring and recording - it's gonna be a fun one!




 
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