After a really amazing gig in Pau yesterday, we woke up at six o' clock to drive to Madrid... What happens just 200 kilometers away from Madrid? Satan dies. And he really dies. Our van. Our friend. Our enemy, our beloved and sincerely hated. Satan is no more, and will be left alone in Spain. Everything is looking really, really shitty right now, as we're stuck with all our gear in middle of Spain. I'm drinking ponche and I'm really low on spirit. Things seem so hopeless right now, but I guess they'll be better in the morning. Who knows?
Sooo... this is a really sad blog-post, as it looks like we won't be able to play these 4 last gigs, which I think is really, really sad.
Low on spirit, but with fingers crossed I send you lot's of regards. And if you're one of the beautiful people who wanted to see us tonight we are so, so sorry about this!
Hope you all are better than we are.