The point of the project, Fleishman says, was to portray these men and women as they see themselves: We've got the in-laws for Christmas. Pictures of true love.
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Inside Lucian Freud's Kensington home. Before photographing the couples, Fleishman would interview them at home, with the couples describing the first time they met, their first date, their wedding day these interviews are printed in the book. They are stories of a more innocent time. Fred and Frances Futterman, pictured side by side at their piano, have been married for 66 years. Their first date was a bus ride to Manhattan from Brooklyn and back again.
Another woman who was married in says her first marital home in Wyoming had no running water. There are stories of dancing the jitterbug and the jive with soldiers during the war and of scribbling phone numbers in lipstick on a matchbook. Fred and Frances Futterman, who have been married for 66 years Lauren Fleishman. I am no prude, but I was puzzled and slightly offended.
Why all these recommendations for erotica? My device contained 50 titles, mostly classics. Why no recommendations for other classics? What did this e-reader company think I was? I decided to give the e-reader a rest and check my e-mail.
The e-reader company had sent an e-mail with more recommendations — all erotica. After some frustrating research, I learned that I could change my recommendation preferences on the e-reader website. So, to make them disappear, I had to go through the recommended books one by one and select Not Interested. Three on a Cruise? Well, okay, a little bit interested — but there was no way I was giving them the satisfaction, so, Not Interested.
After many iterations, I purged my recommendations of all erotica, which left a sparse set of titles, most concerning Africa. I have no idea why. I was relieved when the next e-mail's recommendations did not include anything with Lust or the number 2 in any of the titles.
However, the one after that again brought recommendations for erotica, including, but not limited to, gay erotica. It was clear they would not leave any erotic stone unturned in their efforts to entice me. So, back to the website I went to modify my recommendation preferences again. Rough Road to Happiness: A Gay Erotic Romance? The ABC's of Erotica: A is for Anal? Recently, the e-reader company updated the software again, and now recommended titles do not automatically appear on the screen.
However, they are still there in a different section, and I still get e-mail recommendations. A recent one that is memorable: It's not about an actual banana. In summary, I followed Yann Martel's advice and have apparently been labelled a porn addict by my e-reader supplier. I say this not to dissuade you from following the author's advice, but to let you know that if you ever need to get hold of a Harlequin or two, you should disguise yourself, go to a used bookstore in another city and pay cash.
Or swallow your pride and borrow one from your mom — she would never embarrass you the way targeted marketing will. This is a space where subscribers can engage with each other and Globe staff. Checking the microphones and we're ready to roll.. This is probably the best show on the tour so far. Most of the songs from "Right on! The crowd loves it and the dancefloor gets filled with slamming bodies.
Everybody is breathless due to the heat and the intense noise of Adam West's rocking stormtroopers. The show is done and the "disco" starts immediatly. No time for encores. The owner wants to cash in and sell as much licquor as he can. The sound of The Cure and other crappy 80's bands hit the sound system and everybody in the house starts flooding the dance floor.
After finishing the merch, Steve and me head to the bar below where they play some real rocking music. If i could say yes to every band i like i would have to do at least tours every year. This is impossible of course, so, every now and then, a band gets dumb and gives me shit about this. Everybody wants to be the "happening" band and go out on the road. I can understand this as i'm coming from that same water-pool. But hey, i'm doing what i can for a few bands and that's more than most people can say for themselves.
After some serious alcohol absorption we're ready for the dance floor. We head upstairs and find Jake and Kevin dancing away on some post-disco beats. What a hilarious sight. It looks so funny that we decide to join in. Pretty soon we find ourselves dancing with a buch of female AW fans… after a few minutes we get all to talk and drink some more together. We're getting tired so we propose, galantly, if they wanna come over to our appartment Jocke, Rickshaw singer gave us his appartment to stay for the night.
The girls start talking between themselves for a minute and the answer is " why don't you stay here a little bit? We're not "that" kind of girls"…i think they meant "groupies"…we have another drink with them and decide to split the scene. We drive thru' Gothenburg, hoping to find something open as we're all hungry. It's all closed down. It's 2am, but you would think that in a major town like this you would find something open. We get back to the appartment, defrost whatever we find in Jocke's fridge sausages and pizza! We're all pretty tired as we didn't have a lot to sleep the previous night….
I don't think it took more than 2 minutes before everybody got in hibernating mode. A piece of paper is taped to the inside of the door. It's written all in Swedish so we don't know what it says. Obviously sombeody came in we didn't close the door , wrote us a message and left. We have breakfast and when Jocke gets in we hand him the piece of paper to see what it says. He reads it and starts laughing out loud.
We look at each other in amazement and wonder if he's gone suddenly mad??? The story goes like this: At around 3am the girls, who at first decided not to come with us to party at Jocke's appartment, changed their minds and felt like "partying" with us after all. Only, when they got there they found us all asleep. They say most of us were snoring and in deep sleep. Nobody of us heard anything thanks to exhaustion and ear-plugs! So, they left us a little note saying that we all looked so sweet while sleeping that they didn't want to wake us up.
The girls came after all and we were goddamn sleeping! How tragic…… During the drive to Stockholm, we all wonder at what exact point those girls decided that they were "that jkind of girls" after all….. I have one regret. We threw away the piece of peper. The drive is smooth and we all enjoy mostly me as everybody else is passed out the swedish countryside.
We get to Stockholm. We don't have a clue where the club is. Stockholm is built on several islands, so going from 1 place to another is not really easy.
But we don't have a problem driving around the town a bit as the city is truly beautiful. Finally, as we keep driving in circles, we call the club to see if they can give us directions. The guy at the club tell us indeed what signs etc. Between how we "read" a word in swedish and how they "pronounce" that same word there seems to be a worls of difference…so, nothing the guy says to us makes any sense.
We're on our own. We decide to stop at a gas station and ask the clerk. As the tantorgarden is a quite well known place he should know. By chance we're just a few streets away from the club so we get there prety fast after that When we get there, besides the local promoter, there is only 1 other person. It's Nick Royale Hellacopters who came by to greet us.
Nick and Jake are good buddies as Jake toured with the Hellacopters a few times in Sweden. The whole club is in wood and the crew is alright although a bit "over-professional. The club is surrounded by a beautiful park with huge trees. There is a summer-stage outside for out-door shows. The previous evening the club held the Safety Pin Records party. Rickshaw also show up. There is a 3rd band on the bill.
They weren't too bad, but had a HUGE ego-trip going. In their heads they were already bigger than Guns 'n' Roses, who appeared to be their big idols. It's the type of band that comes in and drinks all the beer from the other bands and eats all their food and then tries to get away with it. Of course, when I saw them, I know what we had on hands here and I made sure to "secure" the Adam West food and drinks under lock and key! Rickshaw weren't so smart. The local promoter looks to be more and more nervous. I ask him what's up? I look at him with an open mouth.
He thinks I didn't understand him correctly, so he repeats his statement. But if we had known the amount he had to pay to the club we never would have agreed to the show. Scandinavia proves to be a major money-losing pit. It was a lot of fun but real expensive fun!!! I tell this to the band and of course they get all pissed off.
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Anyways, Jake knows this is a real important show for them here tonight as the whole Stockholm rock scene will show up and every magazine in the country will review the gig. During the night, the Robots, Hellacopters, Backyard Babies, etc. As the club and stage are made mostly of wood, the sound is great! The soundcheck is going great and they sound loud as hell.
She was apparently living in Sweden for a month and was good friends with the Hellacopters. It's a small world indeed. Rickshaw play and it's more of the same as the two previous shows. Good show but the keyboard guy fucks it all up. He's a nice guy, but keyboards just suck in this type of music. Jake knows him as they have some records exchanging deal going on between Fandango and Safety Pin.
The room is quite full close to people and there is a good vibe in the air. Adam West delivers the goods from the first song on. Kick ass hard rocking punk! The sound is excellent and the crowd loves it. Jake is all over the place striking the "rock" poses!
Steve and Ben put on a wall of sound and are tight as hell! Kevin's solos are perfect tonight and the band seem to be on a roll. This is by far the best show on the tour. They get some encores and Nick Royale comes onstage to do "Deuce" the Kiss song with them. The crowd goes bananas. A million flashes go off and a classic rock moment was lived.
After the show we mingle with half of the Scandinavian rock royalty. We're, of course, being ripped off by the promoter who doesn't pay us shit because he had to give all the money to the club. At least we're doing good business with the merch, which is a small consolation. On top of this all, the local promoter has no place for us to sleep so we prepare for a long night of partying. Some girl comes and asks me what our plans are for the night? She's the girlfriend of the guy who did the PA he did an excellent job. I say "Well, we just got in town and don't know where to go!
So we round up everybody and tell them to hurry up with loading the gear in the van. We have the chance to go and party and spend the night with a bunch of cool people in Rock-town Stockholm. You would think that we'd all be thrilled to go, right? Ben and Kevin say they would prefer to go to the hotel the promoter told us to go to where it's cheap.
I say that it's a 40 minute drive to go there and that we're not even sure that there is some room vacancy as the night-clerk doesn't answer the phone. But, no, they don't wanna party and they want to go to sleep. Of course as I have to drive I would have to go and bring them there first and come back to Stockholm for the party. With Jake we decide to do this. We'll drive them to the hotel and come back. This ride turns into a nightmare. Two girls whom we befriended during the evening say they know where the hotel is and decide to drive with us to show us the way.
Although being awfully cute, they know less about driving in Stockholm than I do and I have never set foot in this town before this day!!! The minute drive takes 90 minutes. She says it is no problem. We check two nearby hotels. Only thing to do is drive back to town and check for a hotel for these two guys. Ben goes nuts and says the now immortal words "From now on I want to know what the sleeping conditions will be before the show - the show itself is only of secondary importance to me!
We're in Stockhom on a beautiful night. I am truly amazed. We head back to town and Steve decides he's had it and goes off with the guys from the Hellacopters. We're stuck with Ben and Kevin and try to find them a place to stay at. All the hotels are full.
By now it's close to 3: I don't feel like going to that party anymore, because we'll look like a bunch of idiots now going there as it's probably almost over. I go and have something to eat with one of the girls. When I get back, the situation is still the same. No place to go to sleep. With Jake we can go to the girls places, but there is no place for two extra people and we don't feel like "sharing! It's an ex-girlfriend from some guy in the Backyard Babies. Jake explains to her the situation and invites us to stay at her place. She's totally out of it as in: We wait for her boyfriend who happens to be a total moronic idiot.
During the over one-hour drive to the girl's place, our nerves are being pushed to their limits again. The girl is so drunk she can't remember the way to her place. We have to stop at a gas station because she needs to go and buy some beer. Like she needs it, right?
The situation is so damn desperate and ridiculous that I start to make fun of her openly. She's so stupid-drunk she doesn't get anything I tell her. We finally get there. It's in a Stockholm suburb and it's an all-flats area. We get our asses in her apartment. It looks like a bomb went off in here!
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There isn't a single space on the floor where there isn't a beer-can, clothing, toys yes, she has two kids and assorted trash from the last couple of years. We are shown our room. We have to sleep in the little girls room. A sweet nine-year-old is sleeping and we try to make the least possible noise in order not to wake her up. This is apparently not bothering the mother. She goes on partying with her boyfriend for a few hours. First playing some loud music. He turning the TV set up full blast.
We are treated to some fine Swedish hardcore videos. After that the couple starts fucking themselves. This with all the doors open and with making the most noise possible. We wake up a few hours later. The little girl is sitting in a corner of the room. Silently playing with some toys. We feel sorry for the girl because she's living in these tough conditions. We get up and want to leave this place as fast as possible. The mother wakes up and wants to make us a coffee while still half-naked. She looks like shit and is shaking all over. She needs her drugs. I tell the guys to hurry up so that we can get the fuck out of this place.
We're sure that she means well, but she's totally fucked up by years of drug abuse. We thank her anyways for her hospitality and drive off in the sunset. We pick up Steve at the club. He spent the night with some Hellacopters guys. He seems well rested. We say our farewells to Rickshaw who also showed up. Smooth drive across this beautiful country. Everybody is sleeping most of the drive. We spend the night at Anderz' place again as he didn't book a show for today again. We're pissed because a ton of bands cancelled their shows because of the Sept.
We eat in an Indian restaurant. It's damn expensive here. We got up early and were on the road by 9 a. It's a long drive to Cologne, but we're kinda happy to be back in known territory. The Scandinavian leg of the tour was a money-losing operation. It was a lot of fun. But you don't take the fun back home, right? The drive is ultra smooth until we approach the Ruhr area. I explained the German Sunday-driving situation before. From Dortmund on we hit traffic jams.
Cars for miles and miles. Can't believe we drove all day without a problem and 50 kilometers from Cologne we're at a standstill. Of course, it starts raining like hell. Just to make it all more fun. After Dortmund, I decide to switch highways. No traffic jams here and we're at the club in no time. A great buffet is ready and we attack it like a pack of hungry wolves hunting down some sheep.
We meet up with the Dogs of Lust from Germany see the Munich show. They'll do the support for Adam West on the rest of the German shows. The Underground is a real cool club. Mitch and Ralph do a good job here. But the Cologne people are a bit jaded as they have a million shows to choose from. This results in poorly attended gigs and not a real rock and roll spirit. I meet up with Lisa. She's in charge for the show today so I have to deal with her for the food, etc. That's not a big problem as she's one hell of a beautiful girl. She's from Norwegian descent. We'll end up becoming good friends during the evening.
We also meet up with Ursula. She'll continue the tour as driver as I have to return home to get back to work. We set up the gear and get lazy. The last couple of days were hard and it has taken its toll. Dogs of Lust play an unispiring show and I spend some time with Lisa, her sister, and Harti 1's guitar player and some more friends that turned up. We get in a partying mood and what at first looked like it would be a dull evening is turning into a fully fledged rock and roll party, baby!
It's show time for Adam West and they hit it hard. The stage is quite big and Jake uses every square inch of it. Steve and Ben deliver the goods. It's a heavy show and the crowd loves it. Not too many people showed up, but they all rock out and I'm kept busy at the merch-table. The atmosphere is relaxed and we all have an extremely fun time.
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After the show we continue the party at the central bar of the club. It's packed and we are all gettin' drunk. The support band, for whom it's the first time they can go on the road with a "big" band, are in heaven. They drink all they can as it's for free. This is going to result in one of the funniest episodes of touring life I ever enjoyed. Although it sounds very funny afterwards, at the time it happened we were close to killing a silly German. Most of us go to bed at around 3 a. The band apartment equipped with bunk-beds is located at the club.
I hear a strange noise!? At first I think it's part of my dream. But it's a weird noise that you're not supposed to hear in the middle of the night. I lift my head and I see something so strange I think I must have a nightmare. One of the Germans from the support act stumbled from his bed. Took a couple of steps in the general direction of the toilet. Whipped out his dick and started pissing. Not really a big deal you will say? But, he's standing next to Kevin's bed Ursula, the upcoming AW driver sleeps on the top bed and he's pissing right on Kevin's legs.
I look at this in total horror and frankly, not believing this is happening!!! Kevin still is asleep. He's in his sleeping bag, so the urine is slowly drenching it.
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A couple seconds later, when the piss finally starts getting thru the sleeping bag and his legs start feeling wet, he wakes up suddenly, lifts his head fast and smashes into the iron-bar from the top bed. Imagine waking up like this, huh? Once the stars are disappearing in front of his eyes he tries to get out of his sleeping bag as fast as he can. During all this, the German is still pissing on him and apparently sleeping.
By now there are two people screaming at him and he's still asleep Only when we get up and everybody else awakens does he go away. Kevin's bed and sleeping bag are totally soaked with it. Now it's all dripping on the floor and while we got out of our beds trying to get the lights on, we are all standing barefooted in the piss!!!! Now, do you think I'm pissed off? A couple of chaotic minutes later, the pissing German returns. We tell him "Why the fuck did you have to do this? We explain to him what he just did and he has the balls to say it wasn't him!!!!! We tell him we watched him while he was pissing on Kevin.
Ursula, for whom it is the first night with the band, is totally horrified. Her very first night with a rock band and this happens!!! I would run home and not look back. But she's cool and now one of the best TeenAge Head Music drivers on the planet. If you happen to see her on the road somewhere. Give her a hug from me and tell her you read the story.
She'll have fun that everybody in France knows this! Anyways, back to the peeing German. All the other Germans are now awake also. I scream at the top of my lungs, "You're all a bunch of fuckin' amateurs. You're fired from the tour. We didn't drive all day to have you pissing on somebody of the band! Kevin and Steve can't take it anymore. After Kevin took a shower to get all the Germanic urine from his body, they take off into the night. Jake sleeps during all of this. He'll admit to me later that he was awake but didn't want to get involved in this most funny episode.
Of course, nobody sleeps for the rest of the night. The guy tried to wipe the floor, resulting only in spreading the piss all over the apartment. It stinks like hell. Next morning is hell for the guy. Now he's totally sobered up and I tell him he has to come with me to go and see the club owner and explain to him what he has done. I don't want Adam West to be blamed for all the mess so I force him to go and apologise and offer to pay for all the trouble. The guy is crying like a little kid. This is the worst day of his life. You're a guy of some 23 years old. You pissed on a guy.
You drenched the bed with it. And everybody wants to kill you. His pride is shattered forever. He sobs and sobs as we go to se the club guy Ritchie from Screaming Apple records. He bursts into more tears when he comes face to face with Ritchie. He can barely understand what he's saying. Honestly, it breaks my heart, but hey, this will be a good lesson for him.
He has to pay for a new mattress and for Kevin's laundry. On top of this, he has to pay Kevin 50 DM for his trouble. An hour later, Kevin will walk into the breakfast room with a brand new camera. Anyway, today I have to go back home. Work is accumulating when I'm on the road and there are a million things to do. I go to the railway station and the last tour photos from me and Adam West are taken. I'm sad leaving this party behind me. I won't get back home early though. When I'm entering the railway station building there is a bomb-alert and the whole place is immediatly evacuated.
What a lucky guy I am.
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I'll spend the next four hours outside, waiting on whatever will happen with a few other thousand people. I'll make it home at around 8 in the evening. I hope you enjoyed my little tour-diary here. I'm not much of a writer, I know. But I hope I had you smile a few times and gave you a little insight of the wonderful world of touring bands. Hopefully I'll be able to write a couple more for you in the future.
See you on the road and thanks for coming!