A bit hungover, we headed from Stuttgart towards Nuremberg. Richard was with me, and Mikki and Den drove in their car. On the A8, metal scraps with loud fat asses on the road. How I love that! In Nuremberg, we had a hotel right next to Burger King. It was right by the Reichsparteitagsgelände, and the fast-food restaurant is located in an old Nazi building. You can see the remnants of the Reichsadler above the door in the courtyard. For critics of factory farming, of course, a hidden confession.
We wandered a bit around the area, read the hotel Bible, drank beer, and then slowly got ready for the show at Löwensaal. So we drove there and had to realize that it was quite a hike up on foot. Unsporty whining was pre-programmed. At the top, the first fans were already there, eager to sell their tickets. We had two tickets with us, and I was in the best market seller mood. All sorts of familiar faces came up the hill, and of course, it was a good opportunity to distribute my "Rock'n Rodeo" flyers. Unfortunately, the sales action didn’t work out; there was simply an oversupply of tickets.
Inside, it was packed. You could hardly move. I met quite a few people, and soon it was time for the show to start. The Löwensaal must have been something like a theater in the past. Stone floor, thick columns, and of course, a grandstand. Schmutzi was just like in Stuttgart, but the crowd didn’t go quite as wild.
Then there was a long setup break. I stood with Den all the way in the back in the last row. Mikki and Richard were, of course, right up front again. Somehow, there were problems with the PA, which I think also happened with Schmutzki. The guy at the mixer was diligently trying to fix the problem, and eventually, it was time. The lights dimmed, and the intro played. "Raum der Zeit" and Nuremberg went off like a schnitzel. Wow, and how they went off. Unfortunately, the PA gave out in the middle of the song. But what happened next was highly impressive. The Nuremberg crowd sang every line loudly as if they were in the Frankenstadion. Goosebumps, and how!!! 'Diese Welt', 'Das goldene Stück', 'Diese Welt', 'Ganz klar gegen Nazis'. There was singing, jumping, and moshing like the devil. It was nice and cool in the back, but it got really intense up front. During 'Kopf ab, Schwanz ab, Has', the ultimate cat hate song in folk costume, WIZO marched across the stage like comic characters, and there was a pause for effect. They intentionally tested the audience's patience until whistles and cups started flying. 'Gute Freunde', and then came 'Unpoliddisch'. The announcement came across a bit more toned down than in Stuttgart. As you know, Nuremberg is a stronghold of skinheads, so you don’t want to be misunderstood. 'Alte Frau', 'Kopfschuss', Axel repeatedly incited the audience to blood pogo. Then 'Königin', 'Quadrat im Kreis', and 'Entzweit'. 'Die letzte Sau', of course, again with the self-built Fertiecaster.
During 'Kein Gerede', it really went off again. I'm surprised no one broke their foot. As a finale, there was the anthem from the dead goldfish Michael 'Bleib Tapfer' with an extra long drawn-out chorus at the end for everyone to sing along.
When the lights came on, there were many happy faces to see. That was really a bomb show. At the cloakroom, it took forever. There was a line all the way across the room. Well, I chatted a bit with the people, and then we headed back to the hotel room to drink. Richard had to leave very early to catch his flight.
In the afternoon, we took a stroll through the historic old town. Bratwurst and gingerbread, what belongs there, and then we headed towards Lindau late in the evening.
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