We decided to stay over in Flensburg after the show to watch the World Cup semi final of Germany vs Brazil. So we grabbed our backpacks and drove up to the very North end of Germany and found a room in nearby Tarp before heading for the venue.
It was windy but not too cold, the seagulls were crying and the overall mood was very weird. Road weariness was taking over, welcome or not. I was trying not to get pulled into it. I wanted to enjoy the show. I wanted to see more shows. It didn’t have that “last show of a tour” feeling at all.
There were three doors to queue at, so we chose the shortest line with just two other people. We were pretty much alone there until just before the doors opened. Running downstairs in the dark is always a bit of an adventure (we don’t want any more broken hips), but we secured an okay spot at the rail again, got beers and settled in for another hours’ wait.
The latest in stage decoration was moving the mirrors from the stage and onto the speakers in the pit between the stage and the rail. Even though, all you could see in them were people’s chests – it wasn’t even like for some reason he wanted us to look at ourselves. I tried getting a photo of this new setup for people back home on ER, but was warned immediately not to take any pictures. Still, I had to sneak a picture of the boys at the rail.
This got me another warning, and even though I argued that there wasn’t even anyone on stage yet, I was told not to photograph “these things” either. I frowned at him for calling the boys “things” and sat back down on the floor to mail off the photo. It’s one of my favourites so far, symbolic of friends on the road.
It was the good concert that I wanted it to be, even though the second half was far more energetic than the first. There was a nice little lyric twist in, “Thought you never looked like someone I used to know, she said,” ;-) but also a few nice little quiet personal moments. I left the rail during lemon time to wander around the venue, said goodbye to some friends I ran into, then returned for one last extra hour. We knew we’d have one hour between the end of the show and the beginning of the match, so we started waving flags and cheering Bob on to sing faster and do less plink plonk piano playing during Watchtower. We had some fun that day teasing him.
It was still light outside, just after 9 pm, when the show was over, and we got to wave goodbye to the buses as Bob left for Denmark. Bye bye, Bob – see you next year!
Back where we had our rented room, people were gathering in the yard, obviously for a private viewing party of the semi final. We got invited into their barn turned party room to watch it with them! Of course, I was thinking about Billy Parker all the time, sitting there in an actual barn.
There was a heavy thunderstorm going on outside, but even though the screen temporarily went blank, we didn’t miss any of the 7 : 1 goals, and got free free drinks every time the German team scored. A good time was had by all.
Then we went home, but started planning for future adventures immediately. Jack will be seeing Neil Young with me next week, and both the boys will join Liz and me for Dave Bromberg / Larry Campbell and Joan Baez concerts in a few weeks.