So immediately following my last show with the Exit/No Exit show, I hopped a train from Paris, France to Stuttgart, Germany, where I met my friend Paddy. Paddy and I go way back, to when he was working with my family taking care of mentally handicapped citizens in Massachusetts–and I was still a failed rock star with a bomb apartment in lower Allston.
Paddy and I drove to Pforzheim together, where I had a show that night at the local slam. The slam, my first in Germany, was der hammer; they treated me like a prince, ran a tight and well-attended show, and gave me some cash (which I promptly spent at the Hugo Boss outlet in Stuttgart, but who’s counting!?).
The next night, me and Paddy went to see some of Stuttgart–some of the famously weird statuary downtown, and then to the tallest cable tower in all of Europe.
We had a beer at the restaurant somebody built on the top.
Even though it was punishingly cold, the view of the city from over 500ms in the air, nestled idyllically in the valley, glistening in the night, was totally worth the chill (although utterly unphotographable). And, I figured, my next stop, in Rome, would be a lot warmer. Heh.