PelethE OX
KAPS HOP
Punkin' out with a pocket-sized Euro-car.
The Ox takes the Spanish Inquisition
to the lip at Alcobendas.
CAST OF CHARACTERS:
El Dulce: guitar and screams
BB Allen: bass and growls
Ox-a-roni: drums and cries of pain
Matto: driver, roadie, technician, whatever, and skate partier
Pete AKA The Colonel: manager, accountant, sales rep, everything
just spent a month in Europe with my band, playing shows, skating
spots, seeing rad shit, meeting cool people, partying and more par
tying, and I can't think what to write. What the fuck's wrong with
me? I should have a million things to say. Maybe I can't think
because I'm so depressed being back at work and trying to pay rent
Last week I was tearing down Amsterdam and this week I'm deliveri
baby back ribs. Or maybe there's so much shit to remember it's over
load. Whatever it is, I'll try to remember some and forget others.
E FLEW INTO AMSTERDAM TO FIND our rental van
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play, we were off. We parked our stuff at a squat where
members of Dexter and Human Alert (two bands we were
to play with) lived. It was a killer place right on the water,
and there was a huge feast waiting for us when we
arrived. This was to be a trend at a lot of the places we
stayed. So after some eats, drinks, and smokes, we were
off to the Red Light District. Matto's wallet was almost
lifted right when we got there, which turned our freak
detectors way up. We checked out the freak show and
ended up at a great bar where the bartender/DJ was
playing the best punk rock. Our friends from the squat
showed up and we partied till dawn.
The next day Matto and I searched for a vert ramp
that we found to be torn down, with a new one to be
built next month-shutdown. That night was
our first show. The first band was the Nitwitz, a
Slovenian digs. hard-rocking band fronted by an ex-member of
Benno of the Mitwitz.
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BGK. We played next and people actually
liked it. Drinks flying and people falling. It
was great.
We slept all the third
day, then went to the
show. We were first
and played a good set;
The girls move the crowd in Holland.
ruled it and saved the show.
We slept there and were off
to Germany.
In Germany we played three
shows. The first was with the
Vageenas: great fast punk fronted
by Babette screaming and jumping
all over the place. People were kinda
standing there when we played, until
Matto helped us sing "A Day-Glo
Abortion Song" (which he did every night)
and jumped into the crowd and took people
out. We stayed with a guy who does a
music mag called Ox Fanzine. How about
that? It's all about me. In Berlin Matto and
I finally got to skate. Our main man Fanta
We seshed with them, and they were cool.
Our friend took us to an old-ass castle that
was built into a cave. The show was fine.
Our next stops were in Switzerland. First
was Winterthur, where the Slovenian
skaters told us about a killer indoor park.
We knew we'd have to search, but to our
surprise it was one block from the club we
were playing that night. The show was
great and the all-night dance party was
even better. Next morning we awoke to a
big breakfast and then it was skate time.
The park was a huge two-warehouse facili-
ty, one with an awesome street course with
a quarterpipe, rails, bank-to-wall-the
works. The other room was a vert and mini-
ramp, plus a volleyball court, climbing wall,
and rollerblade lessons. Can you say
"Euro"? The vert was a little lumpy but felt
"the show was a little delayed
because there was a murder"
the kids didn't know what to make
of us. The band after us was
Human Alert, a hardcore three-
singer attack of fast music. The
mohawks were slamming their heads off.
They rocked.
Day four was our last show in Holland,
and it was Queens Day, a national holiday.
All over the streets were bands and may-
hem. We were set to play in the parking lot
of this all-day event, but the crazy owner of
the bar told us the show was a little delayed
because there was a murder there recently
and the cops were hassling him. So for
eight hours we drank, ate food served by
this Euro kid in leather pants and roller
skates, and watched Stephan the owner
hang off the roof shining weird lights on
the band or whatever else he could Mickey-
Mouse together. At the end we played and
got to see our friends Dexter play. They
hooked us up and took us to a fair mini-
spine that connects to another mini. We
only had one skater with us; the rest were
roller kooks. I don't get it. Also in Germany
we played in the basement of an old castle.
There was no opener, so Matto, the
Colonel, and I started The Messy Shits. It
was messy shit.
Somehow we ended up play-
ing in Slovenia. Where?
When we pulled
into the village we
found the only
skaters there
skating the only
curb around.
Matto, Kike, and Stickerguy.
good, but there were no
stairs; I had to stop skat-
ing it because I was so
tired of climbing. We
ended up on the
street course and had
fun watching the kids
killing it. We left
there battered and
bruised and wanting
more. That night we played a show and
slept at a squat right outside Geneva,
Switzerland. We had to take some crazy
dirt roads through trees to find a beautiful
mansion out in the woods. Behind the place
were sheep and a crazy BMX track,
and inside we were
Live sex show in Amsterdam.
Dexter ruling Holland.
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