8/27/2000 (Sunday)

Deaner's Tour Diary

Sometime in the night, the bus arrived at our hotel in the middle of nowhere in Holland. Unbeknownst to me, there weren't enough rooms for all of us, and I was passed out in my bunk. Not wanting to wake me up (because there wasn't a room for me anyhow) Paulie decided to let me stay asleep on the bus. I woke up at like 4:30 am and decided to check into my room. The front desk receptionist didn't have a key for me, didn't speak English, and all I wanted at this point was a bed and a shower. I found an open door to a room where someone had checked out and passed out there. Well, Paulie never checked my bunk the next day and left without me for the festival. I woke up in Dunkelmoidel, Holland (or some such shit) and the bus was gone. I had no money, no clothes, and no information about where I was supposed to be. So I sat in the lobby until those bastards got to the gig and realized they had left me somewhere. Eventually someone came back for me and we played probably the best festival set we've ever done for about 15,000 appreciative fans. It was totally fueled by frustration and hatred. You can listen to some of this gig by clicking here.