On Saturday April 15th we gathered in Kastrup Airport. Our destination was London! A very big thing had happened.... The Man Himself - The King - The Godfather of Us All - Mr. Jon Fucking Spencer and Mrs. Christina Martinez had asked us to play with Boss Hog on the North European leg of their tour. Without hesitation we accepted the offer, scraped together a bit of the ol' cash, said bye to family and friends and found ourselves there at the airport of Copenhagen.

Right from the start, this week of our lives turned out to be very interesting, a week where we learned a lot about ourselves and - even more so - a lot about eachother! When the plane took off from Copenhagen, 5 happy people leaned back and enjoyed themselves. The only problem being that we had booked 6 tickets for this flight, and this is where Per Sunding enters the equation - and he will do so many times in this story. Per Sunding aka "The Swede" did not make the plane!!!! Curiously, nobody had the slightest idea where he was.

An hour and a half later we found ourselves in Heathrow - one bassist short - in dire need of a fucking Pint! Per arrived on the next plane and we spent the rest of the evening under the influence of alcohol! At this point I have to point out, that none of us has ever been the object of such a quick flow of nick names as did Per aka "Verschwunding" aka "Liget i Øresund" aka "Øresunding" aka "The Psychopath"....

On monday the 17th we were on stage in London - the first gig on the tour. London Astoria 2 was packed with eager Englishmen and ladies, and they got their Pounds worth. A Team of Tremolo in very good form entered the stage in such a fucking wild manner that even the most boring Limey bastard had to succumb to our charm and enthusiasm! In other words.... We kicked the ass of the Brits! Boss Hog did a nice show too, but anyone that had just witnessed a killer Tremolophonic outburst knows that.... need I say more?

As we sat on the plane to Amsterdam the next morning, we again had to realize the astounding genius of Per

Sunding. During the night he had lost his suitcase and all his treasured belongings in a taxi cab in London! As we flew over the English Channel we were in a hung over state of euphoria, and we had to take to the small bottles of Wine (Swine) the Brittish Airways so generously distribute to perverts like us. After all this is the patented Sune Wagner cure for heavy hang overs!

When we arrived in Amsterdam we were pretty inebriated and it was just after Noon. Amsterdam was so inviting in the nice spring sunshine, that Yebo had to do the only right thing to do: Order 5 big Heineken, which we enjoyed at the airport. The rest of the afternoon was spent on the town square near the Melkweg venue, where we had more beers and exotic Dutch dishes such as Garnalen and Lapping.

The Show that night was once more an actionpacked megasucces and the stoned Dutch audience witnessed a show of the most delicious kind! After the concert Jengo and Yebo got a crash course in the local herbs and stole 2 double whopper meals at the nearby Kurger Bing.

Once again, very very early the next morning, we sat in a plane. This time heading for ol' CPH. We had a few hours in Copenhagen to get some strings and Yebos drums and some new "Surfer Girl" t-shirts. Unfortunately we were not playing in Copenhagen, as Boss Hog had booked the only Scandi gig in Malmö, where Per was on solid ground on his own turf .... NOT! The Swedes chose to stay home and... and ... what the hell do we know? KB wasn't even half full and we played a

half shabby gig - and

the audience loved it

anyway! Leaving all that aside we ended up back home in copenhagen at Hong Kong in Nyhavn dancing and drinking

like crazy!

The Beer Gut had flown enough, and the next day Sunding picked us up in a top notch Swedish car with OK leg space - and he even got there on time!!!!! Rud - our main man - joined the group as driver, and we set out for Hamburg loaded with buckets of high spirits and a few bottles of Swine!

In Hamburg 2 hard core Tremolo-fans Heike and Crille (we love ya) had arranged a big The Tremolo Beer Hog After Party.
The German audience showed to be very supportive even before the show, and - o! - what a wonderful show! The Markthalle was filled with cool Germans on this evening (Hitlers Birthday as it turned out - we thought of a lot of Hitler jokes but decided against using them...). We felt success in the air as we entered the stage with a bang, and our expectations of the Germans came true: they were chocked and shaken as you can understand. They especially loved our respectful version of Kraftwerk's "Das Modell" and also the cover of Sonic Youth's "Death Valley '69". Christina Martinez from Boss Hog had promised to do this song with us, but didn't make our show, but we got our revenge the night after in Berlin!

Boss Hog did their very best show in Hamburg and there were plenty of reasons for a intensive night "On the Bottle" at our very own party at the

Repperbahn: The Tremolo Beer Hog After Party. The Germans were certainly not shy about putting a lot of booze into their cocktails. We all mingled with Spencer and Co. and had a terrific time at the dance floor and on the tables!

Man of the day must be Yebo who passed out on the edge of his bed after a delinquent visit to a Türkish Döner Shop - almost naked in his shorts and with his pants hanging from his right foot. A perfect end to a fabulous night!

Berlin - last gig on the tour (for our part) - turned out to be in a league of it's own. After a 20 minute version of "Death Valley '69" where Christina once again "didn't make it" to the stage, we had to see ourselves beat... we thought. But when Boss Hog ended their encores under heavy applause, the audience refused to stop clapping and cheering even though the houselights went on, and they put a tape on the PA. After 15 minutes of this, we realized we HAD to go back BOTH bands and do the long awaited version of "Death Valley". Spencer chose to do the front of the house sound on the superior constellation of The TBG featuring Hollis and Christina on vocals, Mark on keyborads and Jens watching from the side - smiling (for once!!!).

And - O! - what a magnificent version we did, an orgy of all the rules of noise, a pearl, no less! Sonic Youth would have been proud as popes had they witnessed such an intimate, intense masterpiece, lasting half an hour. [The last bit is in Danish as it is not translatable] Lydeffekter fløj som de fucking for vildeste kamikazepiloter rundt i salen, det var - i ordets egentlige forstand den fucking for vildeste optur siden farmor døde!!!

by Sune Wagner

"Look! He's GREAT!" 

The Tremolo Beer gut had decided to ask their trusted sound engineer and record producer Ulrik Petersen aka The Great Nalna to join them on stage at the festival as one of the regulars - Jengo - had to take his exams back in Copenhagen, and couldn't go to Texas. So good old Nalna picked up his guitar and started rehearsing the rythm guitar part for the entire Tremolo set. Well prepared he came to Austin to meet ebo and Per at a motel a little out of town. Little did the know that Sune - the lead guitarist of the band - had fallen sick and e-mailed them that he would not be coming for the show. Dang! Suddenl it seemed like all the travelling and all the Kroners spent, had been to no use at all. The "band" was devastated! 

It was all cring and the gnashing of teeth until Nalna proved his GREATness, stood up like a man and walked tall. "I'll play BOTH the freakin' guitars!" he exclaimed "even if it's going to kill me. I'll DO it!". And then he, Yebo and Per started to rehearse like crazy. They had 2 days to get it together, they even rented a rehearsal room for 2 hours (which is surely more than TBG rehearsed in a year). 

Per and Nalna (now 22% Greater than before!) rehearsing at La Quinta Inn Motel 

We - the merry men of tothe International - have always had a weak spot for the Swedish band Dipper. In the past we have played and toured together many a jolly old time, and we seem to fit together perfectly both as bands and as people.

We all remember legendary back stage parties such as the one in Haderslev where we had a lemon jello fight and everybody lost their pants, Dipster Jochim Leksell got buck naked and Smartin put a rose through his penis (his own penis!). God damn, those were the days.

Well, as Tothe was setting out to play some Danish dates after the release of our latest album "The Slow Light Thory" we of course asked Dipper to tour with us again. And it turned out to be a great idea!

We played some truely great shows all over Denmark and got pretty damned drunk and hung out 'till 67 in the morning and promised each other that we would never part, and that we have to do a record together (maybe/maybe not called: They Might Be Joints or Berberi StressAnd or just Backstreet Bajs). The only problem I have doing a diary about all this, is the simple fact that it's pretty blurry... what happened first and then what...? From the first leg of the tour I just remember fun fun fun 'till my daddy takes my T-Bird away.

So on the next leg of the Interdeepshitional action man tour I brought my trusty camera (Where's my camera? Instant camera?), so the pictures could revive my memory - and they sure did.

THE BEST AFTER PARTY ON THE TOUR!
The last week end we played 2 shows. The first was at Rytmeposten in Odense. A really cool place where the audience is always nice, interested listeners who's not afraid to drink a beer or two. On top of this they have the nice local Albani Brew that both Dipper and Tothe has grown quite fond of.

This friday night a good crowd of people had decided to come out and listen to some loud and groovy music, and we gave them just that.

Dipper opened with a set of their action packed new wave punk garage whatchammacallit-songs and leadsinger Joachim (by tothe dubbed Jolle XL - which meanse Extra Large Joint in Swedish) thrilled everybody with his bag of stage tricks such as the old beer-masturmation, the rattlesnake-gymnastics and a generally nice and spastic performance. 

After that we gave it our best shot to live up to the magic of Dipper, and I think we came close (I even did an oral theremin-solo an "Midnite & the Medicine"). When the koncerts were over, we hung out with the friendly people of Odense and drank quite a few of the Odense Pils + some vodka and Martini we'd bought. Don't know why, don't know how, but everybody was in a relly exceptional mood, and it turned out to be the best after party I can recall for a long time!

First row: Magnus, Show, Yebo, Nalna, second row: Patrick (Pot-drik) and Matt, and behind us - ready to mount the pyramid: Tor, Jolle XL and Scary

At the height of the party, Tothe and Dipper decided to symbolize our brotherhood by a human pyramid. Although the picture doesn't show it, we actually succeeded in doing it! But as everybody was pretty damned inebriated at the time the pyramid was swaying back and forth, and when it suddenly broke down, Mr. Harri Kolari (Scary Kolary) of Dipper fell down and twisted my foot. THIS HURT LIKE HELL!!!

We quickly got a lot of ice to relieve the agonizing pain I was feeling through all the Odense Pils, vodka and Martini, and it helped a whole lot!

Martini straight up and a foot on ice!

And then the party took off!

THE VEJLE SHOW! 
Oh yes. The next morning did come, and we all felt pretty bad. Especially me with the foot and all. I couldn't walk on it and had to go to the emergency room at the hospital in Vejle - the next stop on the tour. No bones were broken, but it still hurt quite a bit.

The night in Vejle turned out to be quite different (apart from the drinking) as almost no people came out to the show. This didn't stop Dipper from giving another one of their super cool koncerts. Those guys just rock so friggin' hard! 



After Dippers inspiring performance it was a joy to go on stage with Tothe, and it turned out to be a really fine gig for us too. We didn't hold anything back and just played our asses off. I of course had to watch "the foot", but still managed to play...

Only embarrasing moment from the show? After the set, the rest of the band left the stage for the ritual "encore"... well, not being able to walk very well, I decided to just hide behind the drums, so I didn't have to climb off and onstage... A good idea, I thight... But the other guys didn't notice this (or else they were just plain evil) and wouldn't go back onstage because I was missing (they thought I went out to pee). So all this time I was squating on the floor behind the drums, and the damned bastards didn't bother to come back for encores. 







Finally I had to just face the embarrassment and call out to the guys where I was, and everybody had a jolly good laugh at my expense... Yeah.. and that's that.

They of course got a snapshot of it...