Dresden is a funny city which was totally destroyed by the heroic pilots and crews of the antifascist allied airforces, who bombed away the nazi-scum together with tons of old cheesy castles and churches, which is probably the best thing that happened to germany ever. Destroy the Krauts!
Later the gloriuos soviet army invaded the city and sent every stupid Nazi who still could crawl on his four legs to sibiria. Thanks for the good job, ruskis! Unfortunally the Allies couldn`t wipe out every seed and germ of Deutsche Nazitum and obviously there are lots of new Nazis in eastern germany, also in Dresden... So, dear foreigners, be prepared to fly over Dresden and Berlin again one day, with F-16s or MIG 21...
But luckiely there exists a certain very small part of Dresden-Town which reminds more of Amsterdam, London or the East village than Nazi-city...the NEUSTADT, that´s where our show will be tonight, Scheune...
But first plays a local NY-Style HC-Band, very friendly guys, unfortunally not my music...and they play long
Then come our friends from Rasta Knast, swedish punk from the mid-80ties performed by a northern german band in the year 2000, that´s bizarre...(see 1.4. Berlin Knaak) they play a super killer set, then comes TERRORGRUPPE again with Karaoke, Fire Frog, naked Punks on stage and all that shit...great crowd, great karaoke performers, a very good show...from now on our danish Soundman Adam will turn every night into a frightening alcoholic monster, prepared to empty every bottle of Fernet Branca between here and the southpole. He also starts to wear a german soldiers helmet from WW I for 24 hours a day...

We cross the border to Haider-Country in the mid of the day and arrive early in Vienna to do interviews and shit...
Stupid Henry Rollins just cancelled his austrian dates because Haider is part of the government now, which is totally bullshit. Who does he think he is playing for? Does he think any of his followers in austria voted for that fascist pig? Does he think all the promotors and local crews working for him joined Haiders party? Or the cool venues like the Arena being controlled by the austrian government? In a situation like this every band who`s got something to say should play in austria...
The show starts with RASTA KNAST who have the best set on this tour, people in austria have waited for a long time to see them live. When TERRORGRUPPE start to play the whole crowd can sing a long with the new songs, we play for almost two hours and the crowd still dance!! This time Archi plays his "finnish game" again: naked Archi and one naked punk out of the crowd holding each others penisses as long as they can`t stand without laughing, the guy who laughes first has lost the game. Tonight Archi looses...
We play eight encores, then we`re absolutely dead and finished. Of course not absolutely, after the show DJ Mutti Maturbation continues the party in the bar on the other side of the Arena-area, playing his favorite 7 inches ... we stay there for hours drinking and partying and fall into the bus to drive 800 kilometers to Zurich
 

Good morning switzerland...ooops...what´s that, we`re still 50 kilometers from the border and the bus has stopped...what?...shit, the engine is broken, we`re stuck 130 kilometers from Zurich!!! Our driver calls an "emergency-bus" from a travel-company in that area, we have to load the equipment into this little bus, a vehicle that normally caries school-kids and senior-citizens to their vacation in the alpes, of cause "no smoking", the driver is a 60year old bavarian tourist-guide...very rock`n`roll-stylish!! We arrive in Zurich two hours later, do the soundcheck and go eat in a restaurant next to the DYNAMO-Club...a mistake, we will later find out... When RASTA KNAST start to play the venue is already sold out for one hour, 100 Kids were send home. The Dynamo is so packed that sweat runs from the ceiling before even one band comes on stage. While RASTA KNAST play (of cause) a really good set, Johnny Bottrop starts to become sick in the backstage: fever, bad headache and a very bad stomach...
TERRORGRUPPE go on stage with a white faced Bottrop, the band plays a sweaty enthusiastic set no compromise to the temperature in the small venue...except Bottrop, who`s face turns from white to green in the meantime. He luckiely survives the two encores to fall into the backstage couch, laying there for the rest of the night without one single move. Meanwhile Merchandise-Guy Fanta also gets fever and a terrible pain in the stomach, even worse than Bottrop, he pukes all over the place... And after the "emergency-bus" starts to go back to Germany, Drummer Maschine West begins to feel really shitty, starts to puke and getsfever...
Now we know, that food in this restaurant next to the club was shitty...
Three of us fucking terrible sick and we have to play one more show this weekend.

No one of fucking RASTA KNAST got sick too, is this what you call "solidarity"???
They are fucking healthy and having fun all day, assholes! Fanta is still puking all over the venue, Steve has a terrible pain inside the guts and Bottrop only leaves the bed for 15 minutes soundcheck...
It turns out to become a lame sunday-show.
When Rasta Knast start to play the crowd stays twenty meters from the stage and only comes up front when they play their last song. Then the special guests of the day, the BOUNCING SOULS from NYC go on the stage, but tonight it they seem to be a little lame and "unmotivated"
So it`s up to half sick TERRORGRUPPE to turn this lame sunday into a party: During the first three songs the crowd is still lame but then they come to the front pogoing, slamming, stagediving and singing the worst Karaoke versions of "Anarchy i.t.UK", "Deutschland muss Sterben","the Brews" and "Blitzkrieg Bop" of all times... the party starts, Archi turns from a singer into an "Animator" for retired punks.
During the first encore one punk gets completely undressed and dances through the venue, falls on his ass, falls on his nose and (of cause) steps into a broken glass, blood running out of his foot like a slaughtered pig...
He gets medical help from our roadie Max Benzino Napaloni. After a few more encores sick Bottrop and Maschine are totally finished
and fall into the backstage to sit totally apathic in one corner for the rest of the evening. The others party for some more hours then the bus starts on the Autobahn heading back to Berlin...
PS: One day later Archi became sick to...
PPS: Today everybody`s feeling ok again, except Archi.

Great, since a long time I`m coming back to one of my favorite places of teenage punk rock roots and history...in the 80ties those dutch cities behind the german border like Hengelo, Arnheem, Venlo and Winterswijk were the place where punk and hardcore was happening for all of us german punk- and skate-kiddies, hungry for action and an "overdose" Red Libanese at the local coffee-shop...many of the nowadays legendary dutch, english and american punk bands played there their best shows (and never had shows in germany) and afterwards we all used to puke all over coffeeshop or get our asses searched by the german customs...
The show started with Squalor, a dutch NY-style HC-Skinhead group, not so much our style, but the more drunk everybody became afterwards, the more familiar we got with them (and vice versa). When we played, we just fucking rocked...it was a really good show for us and I guess we drew many of the "Käsköppe" on our side to become dedicated Terrorgroupies, even if we are stupid ugly moffens. And then Bouncing Souls from NY kicked ass, their second best show I
ever saw (I saw many). The only thing which is a little bit sad is the seperation between the "modern" scenes in Holland and Germany, seems like nobody from germany travels to dutch shows anymore...

Thanks to Donots-Ingo to organize this show in such a short time... Three other bands played, all of them were good, I forgot all their names, all bands didn`t have too much support by the crowd although they had good songs and lots of energy.
Our show started really good with lots of Pogo/Stagediving and a crowd who could sing with all our songs, but somehow the second half of the set became a little lame, maybe we were to slow or the audience was to drunk, the venue to hot, the air to thin, I don´t know...we´ve had better shows but who cares...

Today a really big venue, thanks to MTV showing Blink-Videos 24 hours...
We didn´t see to much of the new teen-punk-stars from america cause we were partying with the Bouncing Souls in the entrance hall, our show was really good, lots of jokes about Linda de Mol and "Big Brother"... Later we got totaly wasted in the Hotel, to much hash and Fernet Branca.
That night our merchandisers, two girls named Rosetta and Brian(!) lost the rest of their little brains including the ability to speak sentences with more than two words...

This was the last show for Beatsteaks bass player Ali, who leaves this great band after 5 years! The audience was kind of lame for an event like this, Ali should better have his last show in Berlin-Kreuzberg...  And Terrorgruppe?
Shit, we played much to late that night and had lots of problems with the PA, the lights and the monitors, that was our worst show for 12 months!
Shit happens...hey Solingen, we apologize...
Later in the night drunken and stoned Brian & Rosetta lost the ability to speak any sentence at all...

After two years in poland again! The drive to Krotoszyn (80 km south of Poznan) was terrible, traffic jam at the german autobahn, traffic jam in Poznan, slow and more slow, almost forever we finaly arrive at the venue, a little bar with seats and tables and a sign "Folk Club" on the stage...not excactly what we expected. Shit, in places like this we always forget our camera! The show was really good and everybody promised to come to the show in Poznan two days later.

More terrible kilometers than yesterdays drive, shitty roads (with loads of hookers waiting for customers, the famous "hitchhookers")...
Everybody in Szcytno seems to be VERY poor, also the promoter of the show. 30 minutes before our gig we find out he can`t pay our guarantee for gas and rented van. We tell him that we are going to play but afterwards we´ll take his colored TV, his wife and the kids, he agrees... just kidding...
The show is (again) very good, people skank and pogo through the whole set, later all of them are completely drunk and fucked up and talk polish with us, we don`t understand anything so it becomes an interesting conversation on a high level.. Cheers to the girl who speaks english...

First we have a big break at a lake (rhyme) and then we arrive a little late at the show, being welcomed by some people saw in Krotoszyn before. Today a big venue, many kids (but not sold out), a good reason & benefit and a really good sound, our best show on this tour. First time in poland Archi naked on stage, a capital crime in this catholic country.

friday, may 19th, kassel - spot
the spot is a discotheque, which looks more dirty and rotten than the ugliest crusty squat in berlin, but the people from kassel seem to like it. We had a fucking great show and the people freaked out...
nice lovely beautiful catering girls, we really would have liked to kill their boyfriends, and then kidnap and marry them...it`s the 9th day on tour...

sunday, may 21st, berlin - terrorgruppe rehearsal room
shit what a hangover! and nobody can go home and fall into his bed. we have to load all our stuff into the truck to madrid, for the first show of the
deconstruction-tour, arrrrgh, my brain hurts, i´m dying...

tuesday - june 23rd: here we are sitting at the airport of Berlin Schönefeld, waiting for our flight to Madrid: hungover and stressed, the last two off days were fucking
busy, loading our gear into the truck to spain, working for our mailorder and doing all the shit we usually have a whole month time for, including things like washing and getting ten margaritas at our favorite Berlin bar. With us are our crazy soundman Adam (who`ll be one of the three
technicians responsible for the sound on the whole festival) and our merch-volunteer Fanta.
We arrive in Madrid at 7.00 pm, and take two taxis to the hotel, where we`re suposed to meet all the other bands and the deconstruction-crew. Yes we are very street
wise, travel-experienced and cosmopolitan musicians for thefirst time in madrid, that`s why we don`t get ripped of by the taxi-driver for 20,- or 50,- deutschmarks - we get ripped of for 120,- deutschmarks! But we`re still lucky: Good Riddance paid about 200,-.
The Hotel is fucking luxurious and on the other side of the street there`s a nice bar with free tappas and other spanish food for everybody who orders a can of beer or a long drink. Everybody (except the straight edgers in Snapcase and Good Riddance) gets fucked up. We meet our friends from Guttermouth again, who we haven`t seen since 1995. We get introduced to the Mad Caddies, they´re already drinking for 10 hours and are way over the top, later NOFX and their crew, Limo,
Brian, Turtle and Kent arrive and even Good Riddance` Chuck comes out for some liters of cervezia.
Fuck, I´m still hungover, go to bed...let the others party til early morning...

wednesday - june 24th, La Riviera/Madrid:
Yes, our first show in spain since 1997! But first we have to get all our shit into the english nightliner-bus we`ll be touring with the next three weeks.
It´s kind of comfortable and big (imagine living in a WW-II-submarine with fridge, video, coffee-machine, WC and air-condition) but unfortunally our bunks are fucking small, mine`s 15 centimeters to short and  so I have to sleep with my both legs on a backpack for the next 20 days, waking up every morning with a terrible pain in my back. I wonder how „VIBES“, the bassplayer of Mad Caddies survives these busses, he`s much taller than me... Busdriver John is a big, overweight friendly guy from Manchester and a total professional...he likes the english football team and hates Oasis...
Tonight we`ll be the first band to go on stage... and we rock. We`re really surprised how many kids can sing along with our german lyrics, some of them are germans living in madrid or coming 500 km from the south just to see us, but many of them are spanish, who had german classes in school and know our songs from some compilations or trading with friends in germany (we found out later) We party with the kids talking a shitty mix of english, german and very bad tourist spanish and almost forget to watch the other bands: I can remember watching Guttermouth and the Mad Caddies, but then...tonight´s the final of the european champions league: FC Valencia against Real Madrid and we are right there! So fuck, leave the festival and watch the game in a bar around the corner: a Real-supporters bar! Together with us are two young valenciano punks, who don`t feel so comfortable with all those Real Madrid flags on the walls of the bar. The first half is kind of boring, we go back to the venue for a short time, but then in the second half Madrid wins 3:0. Everybody in the bar freaking out and waving flags, an old man starts screaming so loud the bartender splashes a big can of water on him, the old man comes back with a baseball bat trying to beat the shit out of the bartender, but other supporters stop him. It´s getting wild inside this place and now the party starts on the streets, people with Real flags running amok, we decide to go back to the venue to watch NOFX, who
of course rule (like they ruled almost every night on this tour)
The best moment in every NOFX show is always the beginning of the set, before they even play their first song, when they talk for five or ten minutes to the audience, while tuning their guitars. Hefe anounces he split with his wife: „She became a lesbian“, Fat Mike kidding about spanish beer and the audience tonight,  and Melvin giving short and cynic remarks. It´s aways a good laugh.

thursday - may 25th, Zeleste/Barcelona:
I wake up in the bus with a terrible pain in my back (s.a.), it´s early and enough time till our show, so me and the Epitaph and Fat-promotion girls decide to go to beach, just four blocks away. We get undressed and fuck the whole afternoon, I`m really tired as I return to the venue, which is, of cause sold out. Tonight we`re second band playing, but as we watch the first band, Guttermouth, we see that the audience is really lame: only a few people move their asses, same procedure when we enter the stage, although the hall is really packed there´s just a little response on our set. Barcelona is probably the most boring show on the whole tour, later the promotor and somebody of the venue „apologize“, saying that Barcelona-Kids are overfed, cause every band touring in europe comes to this venue, everyday another show...
Finally, when Mad Caddies and Good Riddance play, the crowd starts to get warmer...but only when NOFX enter the stage they really go off.
We drink with some HC-kids outside the club before we get into the busses to drive to italy.

friday - may 26th, off day in Nizza/Nice:
We wake up next to Schuhmachers and Häkkinens racing cars!!! I get out of the bus and there they are: the big trucks of the Formula One parking
10 meters next to us on a shitty parking place in Nice: Ferrari, Williams, Mercedes...with their expensive freight inside the huge containers on the back: two racing cars in every truck, waiting to go to Monte Carlo the other day. As true fans of Ferrari and enemies of Mercedes Benz we start to make plans to set both Mercedes trucks on fire tonight, just to make sure that Häkkinen won`t win this year´s championship. But in the night we forget about our plans...shit!
Today`s relaxing day in Nice, our driver decided to have his 12 hours break before going to italy right here next to the beach. Not a bad place to hang out for a day. So
we do the average thing every tourist does at the Cote Azur in the summer, lay at the beach, swin, visit the old center, get a menue and wine (believe me or not: it ain`t expensive in the old city center), then go to the casino and win a fortune at the roulette, getting totally pissed on champagne, getting laid by the ugliest hooker of the city, of course all the money stolen by her an hour later, ending drunk and robbed on the street, being beaten up and arrested by some ultra violent flics, being released
from Nice police department five minutes before the busses go to italy...

saturday - may 27th, Palavobis/Milano:
The Palavobis is a huge sports-hall outside the city, 8000 people fit in, the show is sold out. Many italian cops in riot gear are standing outside being hasseled by the kids who don`t have tickets, we enjoy the scene...tonight the festival-bill is even bigger because two good italian bands are playing before the deconstruction-bands, the
second band SHANNON really kicks as! A ska-punk outfit, with great songs, definitly not an US-clone. Hopefully we`ll have a chance to introduce them to the
german audience on one of our own tours next year. Next is Terrorgruppe and tonight we really kick as, from the first minute we have a huge pit, and again a lot of people seem to know our songs. One of our best shows on this tour.
Later we party with the kids, painting really disgusting „tatoos“ on their arms and chests with a marker. A few punks from south-tirol have also come to the show (that
part of italy, where they speak german) they know all our lyrics and want us to come to their small clubs this year. We will try...
Of cause all the deconstruction bands have a really good crowd tonight with NOFX being the climax: Kids freak out, throw their clothes, their backpacks and their
shoes on stage, leaving the show almost naked. Later in the bus (after one liter of four roses whisky) I change personality and become a „proud prussian penis“ trying to rape the PA-crew (two english technician guys, who unfortunately had their beds in our bus). I guess I scared the shit out of them.
 

sunday - may 28th, Parco Nord/Bologna:
I just have introduced some of the crew on this tour: there are five bands and their backliners, engineers and merch guys (from Paris the Mighty Mighty Bosstones will also be with us, with another 11 people), two PA-workers, three sound-technicians, four bus drivers (on long distance travels eight drivers!), two truck drivers and the „production- office“ with two persons, alltogether about 70 - 80 people every day and this is just the travelling part of the shows, every night about 100-150 local arrangers, caterers, securities, runners, stage hands and box office personal are working at the show... the Deconstruction Tour is almost as big as the
Warped Tour used to be, but the ticket prices are much cheaper!!! That´s why it`s becoming such a success, while the Warped Tour in europe was
more or less a failure.
Everything on this tour worked out fine, the Deconstruction crew was awsome, the local crews were doing their jobs good and every problem was solved easily...except Parco Nord / Bologna: an open air venue, where about 10.000 people fit in:
The local promoter just ordered 20 securities for an area big as a football stadium! One hour after the doors opened the entrance was stormed by 2000 wild italian kids,
destroying the small box office. The cashiers took all money they could grab and ran for their lives!! From now on there was a constantly violent atmosphere over
the whole place, people even threw stones on the stage while the bands were playing, Archi was hit by one during our set (we played well, but not half as good as in Milano). Late in the night, when NOFX had finished their set everybody was just happy that no catastrophy had happened and nobody was hurt (except some little slamming accidents). If anything else would have gone wrong that night, it easily could have become an accident with 50 people seriously injured and the stage
completely destroyed. The whole event was really scary and the local promoters had absolutely no control over the situation for about 5 hours!
So everybody is partying in this finally lucky night, dancing in the disco-area of Parco Nord to shitty 70ties songs and drinking Fernet Branca to forget about the whole
scary event today.

monday - may 29th, Vauderville Open Air/Lindau:
Back in germany and of course it´s raining!
We go to the old city center and sing „Destroy the Krauts“. Back at the venue the clouds have disappeared and there´s no more rain for the whole show! We play as the fourth band, right behind Snapcase, who are probably the most intense HC-group in the last five years...I can`t relate too much to there songs, because it`s really „new“ new school hardcore and I´m just a „conservative“ melodic punker, but their live set even impresses me, that´s why we really try to play very very tight when we go on the stage after those straight edgers.
It´s really cool to be on tour with straight edge bands because after the show there`s always a full case of beer in their backstage, even after every other beer available
has run down our bellys hours ago. We have a great show with a wild pogo-mob! And it´s good to play in germany again making sick jokes in our own language and talking bullshit to the audience (but hanging out at the beach of Nice was more fun... ).
Good Riddance are next band and what can I say: They are one of my personal favorites, being intense and powerful, but still having great
songwriting  and catchy hooks to sing a long.
NOFX of course ruled again. Just two weeks after release date the whole audience could sing with their new songs from „Pump up the valuum“!
After the show some people from Guttermouth, Mad Caddies and Good Riddance started a gay party in the backstage area, but it was kind of boring. Americans think they just have put out their shirts to get a gay party starting...so Terrorgruppe had to make this event really going by throwing away our pants and underwear. Archi softly licked my dick with his tongue, when Maschine rammed his huge erected hammer into my wide open asshole and Zip Schlitzer stuck his fist and his whole arm into Archi´s nice purple anus, while I played on Zip`s giant flute. We had about 5 orgasms each. Very soon the american bands became horny while watching us and in the end there was a big gay orgy on the floor of the backstage with 35  bodies stucked into each other...
 

tuesday - may 30th, La Bataclan/Paris:
Everytime I was in Paris before I really hated it, but not today, the local crew is absolutely cool, the bars and cafes next to the venue are really nice to hang
out till show-time and there`s lots of good and cheap asian restaurants just around the corner.
We do a few interviews with dedicated french fanziners in a cafe by the club. The audience is great too, everybody speaks perfect english (not the cliche that people from Paris refuse to speak any other language than french) and Guttermouth, the first band tonight are being welcomed enthusiastically. Mark the singer starts the show with the most cynic, opportunistic and hilarious announcement of the whole tour: „Hey people from Paris, I really like the french beer!“ and all the other bands in the back are laughing till crying.
Guttermouth kind of represent the kind of humor Terrorgruppe is into:
cynic, self critical, nasty and offensive. They have some really awesome lyrics. There music is fast paced classic southern california hardcore, some new songs are a little slower and more melodic, they are incredibly good musicians and Mark becomes a maniac on stage.
Then it´s showtime for Terrorgruppe and just like I wrote above: the audience is really into it and rocks from the first moment. Even if only 50 people inside this big venue may know our songs the whole hall is into our set and there`s a huge pit in the front with sweat, spit and beer. We´re having a good time.
After our set it`s time for the Mad Caddies. They play a rough punk-ska style with trombones and trumpet, extremely fast, while jumping furious up and down the stage.
Singer Chuck is the impersonation of the now legendary RKL`s Jason (before he became a junkie). The Mad Caddies are the darlings of all girls coming to the shows, both guitar-players and trombone-blowers being chased by herds of young teenie girls constantly.
I missed Good Riddance and Snapcase and then NOFX rule again, playing „Champs Elysee“ with 1500 kids singing along.

wednesday - may 31st, Elysee Montmatre/Paris:
Long distance travel overnight from Bataclan/Paris to Elysee Montmatre/Paris, it took us more than 20 minutes! Montmatre maybe a the cliche tourist place in Paris, but I love it. I go to that hill with the white cathedral and through the small streets with all the music stores and art shops, there are worse places in europe you can hang out for a day (f.e. Berlin-Reinickendorf or Frankfurt-Sossenheim). I even find a flyer anouncing a band from my hometown to play there next week: DEMOLITION GIRL.  So I enjoy myself in the city of Paris, a great place that even has a subway- station called „Stalingrad“!
(By the way: congratulations for the european championship!) Tonight we start the show and again it´s going very well, probably we`re not as good as yesterday,
but we rock and the kids love it! „Ich bin ein Pariser!“ I leave the hall after our gig to suck up more views of Paris (I´m a shitty tourist) and so I miss every other band until the Mighty Mighty Bosstones go on stage.
Today is their premier show on the Deconstruction bill, they just came from Boston and everybody`s curious how they will fit into the whole festival and how there new songs will turn out. To be honest, tonight is not the best day for the Bosstones, this first show is a little lame, probably jet laged and exhausted, but they and their crew fit into this festival perfectly... I will write more stories about partying with the Bosstones during the next pages of this diary. Tonight NOFX rock more than on any other show on this tour, it doesn`t matter that certain speakers of the PA were fucked up during the sets before and that Hefe is drunken and stoned as hell, being on almost every drug of the universe! They are having a great time and I´m in the pit shouting „Champs Elysee“ together with 2000 french HC-Kids...
Later our Terrorgroupie friends Domme &  Luna invite us for some beers at a punk bar one block away, the other bandmembers have passed out, so I´m the only Berlin punker partying in that place with our french friends. It turns out to be the right choice because I meet
super-punkette Loulou L`Amour and she gives me french kisses, then we go sucking and fucking on the toilette for a few hours, until our soundtechnician Adam comes and beats me back into the bus cause everybody`s waiting for hours to leave...just a second before I had my 6th orgasm...

thursday - june 1st,  off day/Manchester:
I wake up in the early morning on the ferry Calais-Dover, still dreaming about Loulou L`Amour...it´s 6 o´clock and the ferry is almost empty except some
drunken english teenagers who throw beer, fish and chips onto each others heads and shirts, funny
to watch. After being hassled by the customs in Dover we drive half a day till Manchester... I´ve never been to England before, so I´m fucking curious to visit this
strange country: Everything is weird in England: Their cars drive in the wrong lane, they talk about yards and inches instead of meters, they weigh ounces and pounds instead of kilos, their bars close at 11 pm, the weather is shitty, a pack of cigarettes costs about 7 Euro/Dollars and
they eat really mad scientific food like steak-kidney pie, yorkshire pudding, wet-oily soft french fries (chips), black pudding and gravy, for breakfast they have tiny little sausages who taste like tooth-paste...
It`s a crazy country with insane citizens and I´m enjoying every moment I stay in Manchester, trying out as much disgusting english food as possible...
Besides of victimizing myself with ugly sausages, I hang out in Manchester´s record shops, make friends with some crazy collectors (the movie „High Fidelity“ is totally the truth) and get drunk in the pub next door with John Smith Bitter, I like that beer ...
I go to sleep early, while everybody else drives to the student quarter of the city, where 10 bars, an “alternative-disco“, 1000 drunken english girls and even a real punk-club are waiting.  I guess I was lucky to stay in bed, cause everybody came back to the bus super-bankrupt and kind of unsatisfied.

friday - june 2nd, Apollo/Manchester:
what a great venue, an old victorian style theatre, with balconies, seats and a huge stage. Today Terrorgruppe starts as the first band  and it turns out to become a
great fucking show again: from the first moment there`s a pit and the crowd goes really off, even though they don`t understand our lyrics. Of course the other bands have really good shows too, especially Guttermouth and the Mad Caddies. This sold out show rocks...
In between the sets we always walk into the pub next door and talk nasty jokes with the english kids...
Manchester girls a really nasty, they start to talk about sex after two seconds, but then they just disappear...England is a strange but funny country.
We also meet old senior punks from scottland who know every single record of old german punk- legends like Slime, Male, KFC and ZK, awesome.
Back in the venue the Bosstones finish their set, the audience loves
them and then NOFX (of course) rule the place. Later, when all tour-busses start to drive to London, we loose our soundguy Adam, but that´s another story...
 

saturday - june 3rd, Three mills island - open air / Stratford-London:
Shit, this venue is too far outside from London-city, no chance to go there. We really would have liked to visit the memorial of Bomber Harris, the man who bombed nazi-germany into the ground in WW.II, one of our favorite heroes of all times (beside Muhammad Ali, Sex Pistols, Ulrike Meinhof and Beate Uhse).
With a big hangover I walk on the stage to do soundcheck, being surprised by the FAT-Wreck promo-girls Wiebke and Nanette with a tiny
cake and some candles on it: Fuck, today`s my birthday, I almost forgot. Hooray, a good day to get drunk again, where`s the beer?? But first we have to play a gig: This is is biggest festival of the whole tour: 10.000 people attendance and of course (Murphys Law) today we play kind of shitty...musically this was our worst set on the whole tour, but I think most of the kids still liked it and who needs music anyway?
If you want to see a band knowing technics, notes, beats and instruments go watch Eric Clapton!
We´re aggropop! And so after our set we walk across the open-air area to make friends and enemies and party with all of them: We meet crazy people from Ireland who came with a ferry from Dublin to watch Terrorgruppe and missed our set for half an hour, we party with english skaters and football-fans and meet two girls from germany, old friends since a long time...Horny as hell Maschine and me start to chase the girls, then an accident happens as both of us consider the same girl to
be our mate for the evening, Machine wins the competition and gets her, while I just get the beers and the booze...  Fuck girls, fuck kisses, fuck fucking, it´s my birthday and about time to start trouble (after 12 beers, several wodkas and a bottle of whine)...I miss almost every band of the show (except Snuff, who are special guests today!) and look for a different kind of entertainment: the best thing to get trouble in England is talking about english football, while two drunken supporters
of different english teams are standing next to you, soon they will start with bad remarks and curses, then getting into an arguement with each other, leaving you standing there as the laughing third, then they get into a fight and punch their noses bloody, while you are being entertained perfectly...
I had succes with this strategy two times that evening...sometimes I`m a mean asshole (probably because of sexual frustration, ask Freud).
So, that was my birthday....
NOFX (of course) ruled again.

sunday - june 4th, Ancienne Belgique/Brussels:
Back on the continent, Belgium! No, we didn´t have sex with 5 year old kids, although this seems to be a common hobby in this country. We have other problems:
Today we fire our soundguy Adam! (We had big arguements about that night in Manchester, when the bus drove without him)...but one hour later we`re
friends again and of cause we hire him again. Everybodies happy and we celebrate the reunion with our friend and technician with a good homosexual party at our backstage, with all of us fucking and sucking each others holes...
The show is good, but not as enthusiastic as the english and french gigs: NOFX start their (Belgium) -set with „Fuck the Kids“. Later in the night, we hang out in an irish pub, where a really shitty musician is covering the worst tunes of Pink Floyd, Genesis and Sting, that was so terrible it wasn´t even funny anymore. Some people of the other bands went to a hotel nearby, and drank overprised cocktails and longdrinks. Later they set free a lobster out of the small bassin of the
hotel-restaurant, a kind of animal liberation act. They took the lobster out of his prison and brought it secretly into the bus, but then they became hungry and threw the poor animal into the water-cooker of the bus!  It didn´t taste very well.

monday - june 5th, Club 013 / Tilburg NL:
Hooray, we´re in country with reasonable prices for cigarettes and dope! Everybody welcomes us at the venue (we played there just 4 weeks ago) and
luckily they forgot about the fact that Adam destroyed his room at the hotel after the show.
Our show isn`t as good as last time we played, the kids are a little lame, too much hash probably. Even when the Bosstones and NOFX play it isn´t as good as the other shows on this tour. But NOFX decide to give a special encore: half an hour after they have finished their set and left the stage, they give an encore to the few people who have remained in the hall. So they play 10 old smashers like „Drug Free America“ in front of 80 kids who totally freak out! The best encore
I´ve ever seen in my life. Today everybody of our record company Epitaph is at the venue and we are discussing strategies how to spend their money, haha. Then the
Heideroosjes come to our backstage and we start argueing about Heineken beer, a very important topic: It´s one of the worst beers in the world, how is possible that this awefull drink with the flavour of piss is spread all over the globe ?

 tuesday - june 6th, Aladin / Bremen:
A great show for Terrorgruppe, we play as third band right after the Mad Caddies, who warmed up the crowd perfectly: We have a great set with a huge pit,
many stagedivers, crowdsurfers and horny young german girls. Also the other bands have great shows and the Bosstones are getting better
everyday...NOFX (of course) rule again.
After the show me and tourmanager David Pollack have an ugly food fight: a duel with 50 open cups of yoghurt!  We´re pooring the slimey stuff
onto each others heads and get completely fucked up: It looks like a huge whale has poored his cumshot on our bodies, we`re totally covered with white glibber.

wednesday - june 7th, Greyhall / Copenhagen DK:
The Greyhall is the largest concerthall in Copenhagens free independent district Christiania. If you don´t have an idea what Christiania is about, here some infos:
its a huge old ex-factory area with lots of houses and halls spread over two square kilometers, which was squatted in the late 60ties. After endless fights, deals and
agreements, Christiania was kind of legalized by the danish government and got the status of an area independent from the Danish state, it´s laws, police, military, taxes and bureaucracy. It´s something like an own very small state.
But of cause there were tons of problems in the past especially with assholes using the independent space of Christiania as a marketplace for heroin. Nowaddays these
problems seem to be solved, but I´m not sure about it...there´s a big market for hash and grass but really overprized, and also there are shops where you can buy any kind of hippie-shit like chains, amulettes, indian clothes and ugly hippie-shirts. I don´t know, I guess I don´t like the whole place, although there are also some
good venues for punk-rock shows on that area and it seems like a lot of cool people are still living
there. Today we have a boring show: we`re going to play as the first band, just 15 minutes after the doors are opened, so we play in front of 200 people
and many of them are not really receptive for our Aggropop. We do our best and in the end we get them, everybody seems to like it.
Later more people come into the hall, but even when the Bosstones and NOFX play the place is not really crowded, this show has the worst attendance of the whole tour, less than 1000 people are inside the venue. I don´t know why, maybe scandinavian people are more into stoner- and 70ties rock like Hellacopters and all that
stuff ? So the Bosstones singer Dicky and Fat Mike with their stoned and drunken wasted minds have a weird idea in the backstage: during the NOFX-set
Dicky comes on stage with a huge package of danish money (probably the
whole guarantee both bands earned that night) and throws the complete stack of bank-notes into the audience „We think this show sucked today, so we apologize and want give you all the money back!“ The whole hall is grabbing after the flying danish notes, everybody crawling on the floor
looking for more money to sack in, what a view! Later our merchandise benefits from this little donation: We almost sell out all of our CDs because the kids have so much money to spend...
In the night the tour splits up for several days: Terrorgruppe, Bosstones , Snapcase and Good Riddance will play in the „alternative tents“ of some huge festivals,
Guttermouth and Mad Caddies will have own shows in small german clubs and NOFX will also be playing
on the Festivals, but on different days. All bands will meet again on saturday in Zürich (except NOFX), split again and then celebrate on the last show of the
Deconstruction-Tour in Berlin, next monday.

thursday - june 8th, off day / Hamburg:  Hooray first off day since Manchester. Here we are in Hamburg and the weather is sunny, we spend the whole day relaxing in St.Pauli and meet the directors of the movie „Oi Warning“ < http://www.oiwarning.de >. Terrorgruppe will contribute to that film with one new song: „Stay away from the good guys“. While Archi, Maschine and Fanta are checking out the harbour (by boat), the whore-houses, the gambling halls and peep-shows of St.Pauli, Zip and me make the terrible mistake to go to a King´s X concert.  That was the worst show I´ve seen for two years, the band only plays lame metal-ballads and cheesy slow rock tunes. We escaped to a St.Pauli-supporters bar, drank as fast as possible as many beers as possible and rushed back to the bus going to the next show: „Rock am Ring“.
Our best friend, backliner, roadie and ex-mafioso Max Benzino is already sitting in the bus: he will be helping us for the last 4 shows of this tour. Welcome on board Max, lets get some Fernet Branca at the next gas-station...

friday - june 9th, „Rock am Ring“-Festival / Nürburg, Germany:
I really don´t like these huge festivals with 70.000 people, it´s too big, the sound is terrible, and you can see almost nothing from the headlining bands on the main stage when you`re standing 800 hundred meters away from the stage! But all bands from the Deconstruction bill are lucky: We play in a small tent where only 3000 people fit in, far away from the main stage. So we have basically our own festival and are able to ignore the rest of the event with shitty bands like Pearl Jam and Bush.
I watch Oasis for a couple of minutes, but they sucked badly. Funny, the promotors have called our tent: „The New Talent Forum“:
Terrorgruppe and Good Riddance exist for more than 7 years and the Bosstones for more than 12!
A few hundred meters away there`s the „Alternative Stage“, but only
shitty german Hip Hop acts play there. Besides the Snapcase, Terrorgruppe, Good Riddance and the Bosstones there are following groups at the „New Talent Forum“: Goldfinger, who were much better as I expected, Get Up Kids (good show) and a really shitty band called „Crazy Town“, these guys were probably casted by a clever agent and now have to pretend being a real band and a real wild horde of freaks for the rest of their careere: They sucked totally, on the stage and even in the backstage: They just can`t differ between their cheesy show-images and their own real life! A bunch of actors faking rockstardom, hilarious. Poor little victims of a marketing plan.
Good Riddance and Snapcase have great sets and after another german band „Alternative Allstars“ (nice people, but too mellow songs) it´s time for
Terrorgruppe and we really rock! As we play our last tune the whole tent is dancing. One of our best shows, everything just perfect! We walk from stage and party terrible with the Bosstones, who have to go on stage 1 hour later. The Bosstones really became our friends on this
tour, every night when we played our set they were on one side of the stage watching our show, supporting us. Tonight they have a perfect gig, the tent is overcrowded and there are another 2000 people waiting outside to get in. A great day for all Deconstruction bands, even in a shitty environment like this.

saturday - june 10th, Rote Fabrik / Zürich:
We meet Guttermouth and the Mad Caddies again (NOFX are playing a show in Innsbruck today) Rote Fabrik is a big ex-squatted industrial area
with three halls, art-exhibitions, two bars and a cafe. The festival is in the backyard right by the Zürich-lake with almost
1800 people attendance. The place is about 99% P.C: and so right before the show starts, there´s a big discussion about the artwork on Zip`s base-cabinet: It shows a
naked Samantha Fox dressed with nothing but indian chief`s feathers on her head (probably Sioux). The PC-local arrangers don´t like this nice artwork! What kind of prejudice do they have about the native american woman??? O.K., before there´s a big discussion for hours, we allow them to put a black sheet over the cabinet, but I think this is not PC covering that nice young native american woman with a black blanket, I guess all of you agree!
It´s cloudy and it looks like much rain the whole day, but luckily there`s not one drop during the  show. After their sets are finished, every band just throws away the sweaty clothes and jumps directy into the lake behind the stage (some clothes missing later). We have a great show and all the kids sing a long to our refrains. A very special „cheers“ to Michel and the Redda agency! Later everybody gets drunk in the backstage and the party is a little bit to wild for those swiss catering girls, who are pissed of about our food fights. We don`t care. Then everybody gets into the busses ready to leave for tommorrows show -almost everybody- the Mad Caddies forget about singer Chuck, who has to go with a train the other day.

sunday - june 11th, „Rock im Park“Festival / Nürnberg:
I don´t have to repeat everything I said about the „Rock am Ring“ Festival, I hate those events and this time even the weather is shitty and the area with the main stage is a realy ugly football-stadium and right across the stadium is this certain field where old asshole Adolf held his speeches in front of 100.000s dumb blind sheep of his
german Nazi-volk in the 30ties. (now it´s a camping place for festival-visitors)
Oasis suck again and so the german Hip Hop - groups too.  We´re lucky about the fact having our own small „New Talent Forum“ tent and don´t have to deal with all the other bullshit happening on this area (our tent is almost two kilometers away from the main arena).
The shows of Good Riddance and Snapcase are really good (intense!!) but then the electricity breaks down and Snapcase have to cut their set for
twenty minutes, shit!  Chuck from Good Riddance comes on the stage and all together they try to improvise an „accustic set“ with just drums and shouted vocals, then singer Daryl jumps into the audience and a few seconds later there`s a huge pit with circle-dance and crowdsurfing, so
who needs electricity anyway? Welcome to stoneage-hardcore! After 20 Minutes Snapcase can continue their show for another 3 songs,
but their „accustic set“ was definetely the climax! Our show is totally good again, even better than our gig at „Rock am Ring“, the crowd rocks and again the whole tent is dancing as we played our last song.
The Bosstones ruled (although they had drunk tons of beer with us before, they can stand a lot of alcohol, respect!).

monday - june 12th, Columbiahalle / Berlin:
I wake up at six in the morning, look out of the window and notice that we are back in Berlin!  I throw all my clothes and shit together in my backpack, wake up all the others, jump out of the bus and hurry home with a taxi: To my own bed!!! You can´t imagine how lucky I was, after sleeping three weeks in this shitty tiny bunk, 15 centimeters too short, with my back always hurting every morning! Now as I can stretch out, I fall asleep immediatly!
I wake up at 3 pm and walk back to the venue, sunny weather in Berlin. So today is the last show of this Deconstruction-Tour and I guess
everybodies ready to party the whole night long, the US- Bands have their flights home early in the next morning, so nobody will
go to sleep tonight. Guttermouth start the show today and the Berlin-audience is a little lame, when Mad Caddies go on stage the kids get a little bit warmer,
Snapcase and Good Riddance have good sets and our own one was almost perfect. We´re always a little nervous when playing in our hometown, but
with the second song everything´s as great as on the festival dates, except there´s some stress with an idiot bouncer who started to beat on a kid.
Mighty Mighty Bosstones rock totally and this night turns out to be their second best show on the whole tour with Dicky being the perfect conferencie and entertainer. Unfortunately NOFX don´t have such a good set on this last show of the tour, Fat Mike has injured his back very badly two days before and he can´t move very much on stage, he is totally on painkillers, so his singing and performing is not as good as on all the other shows before.
Of cause the whole bands and crew from the tour are standing on both sides of the stage watching  and celebrating the last set of this great european festival-tour. Maschine and Max Benzino try some stage dives (and Max hurts himself badly). I´m in the pit singing again „Champs Elysee“ and then NOFX leave the stage and it´s over. This was Deconstruction 2.0  european tour, probably the biggest and best indepently organized Punk- & Hardcore-tour in europe ever. Our british promotors told us, that the Deconstruction-show in London-Stratford was probably the biggest independent Punk-festival in England for the last two decades, I don´t know if that is true...
But before romantizing about tour-business, we still have to load our tons of backline and merch to get it back to our Terror-headquarter. After everything is packed all bands (except the straight edgers) take the cab to the Franken-bar, where our final celebration starts: It´s a night of excessive drinking (strawberry-margaritas), drug abuse and fucking (I fucked all of my 8 ex-girl friends from Berlin on the toilet in the basement).
I really can`t remember how that night ended, what I did and how I came home, so if anybody comes up to me in the future accusing me for raping his dog or his 90 year old Grandpa in the night of june 12th, he might be right with his accusation.