Two great cities. It’s the people of Germany. They have such a good energy. We just feed on it. In Berlin, we rocked so hard. it was a beautiful story the way the songs came out. One after another. What a night to remember. That may be an album.
Mannheim. Inside a building. It rocked and rattled. Again the people. So great. I do love Germany. What a joy to play, but the spirits were with us in Mannheim. They came out. . . the memories, the doubts. The self perspective, the songs one after another, seemingly little time to breathe between them, but they wouldn’t wait . . . . they had to be played. Up. Down we went for hours before stopping. And the Spirits fly around us. The people cheer. Why? I forgot they were there. The Spirits were so strong. Mannheim. Thanks for helping the Spirits fly. . in the memories of a life. A friend gone. Gone. But here inside the building. Here, living in the music. The spirits had to fly. They had to. The people felt the spirits and they cheered.
nSPIRITS FLY
photo: Conmet