North America, Europe · 15 Days · 30 Moments · September 2017

NCBS European Tour 2017


27 September 2017

26 September 2017

25 September 2017

Setting up a show today at Manchester Arena. There's nothing to say. Everywhere, there is the stench of malice that's been scrubbed but still lingers. There's nothing to say. Just move on.

24 September 2017

23 September 2017

There's something violent about being somewhere that inhabits you when you don't want to be there. Sunrise is the same.

22 September 2017

I'm in my bunk. The air is cold and slow. My legs don't quite reach the veneered fibreboard bulk head that's between me and the empty lounge up front. Every one is downstairs having a time and I'm here reading and listening to music. The bus has stopped rocking so we must be still. The orange european street lamps look tired of being there. Like they were forced to stand up once by some great political movement, but now the enthusiasm has lost its breath. It feels nice in here. Just don't come in.

20 September 2017

More shenanigans.

19 September 2017

And finally, some Genkish art
Still shaping up
Shaping up
Headed to Genk today to go do a production build. Basically gonna build the entire rig (that we can fit in the hall) and make sure it all works. Damien will arrive on Wednesday evening, look it over, and then Thursday/Friday we programme.

17 September 2017

Leuven down time. Forgot about old things. I like old things.

16 September 2017

Nice train stop
Date night with the PM
Weird European stuff

14 September 2017

Had a Stella mere feet away from the home of Stella. Tasted awesome.
Een Bier austerblief
Not bad as hotel breakfasts go.
Bombing round Brussels on public transportation.

13 September 2017

Lovely catch up with the cuz' last night. Today is adventures in Belgian lighting and production construction...

12 September 2017

Free exit row on account of the fact that no fucker wants to go to Nashville I guess! #snap Also please note the lucky red Sox with matching red shoes. #dayumthatsfresh
Leaving sucks. It's the worst bit. I hate it. But, it is the start I guess. I just prefer the middle and the end. I wish I could take my home with me. Stupid leaving.