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This summer has seen the Hearts play
more and more festivals, not only in the UK, but also in Europe.
The Hearts are now regular faces down at the port of Dover, seems
even the Custom and Excise officers are on first name terms with
our boys now!
In August Bleeding Hearts were invited to play at the 18th Staartsforsten Open Air Fest (don’t worry folks we don’t know how to say Staatsforsten either, or what it means! Must be German for ‘Beautiful Days’ or something! This festy is held once a year for 2 days at Vechta just outside Bremen. For the rest of the year the site is farmland used for growing corn, so as you can imagine the ground surface (just top soil and stubble!) is perhaps not the best for thousands of festival goers to tread, but Nick and Gel tell me this won’t stop the Germans having fun. Saturday night and even an hour before our boys were scheduled to play there were already a noticeable number of Bleeding Hearts t-shirt wearing people gathered at the front of the stage. There was a buzz of excitement in the air. Something special is about to happen. |
As with most festivals everything is running
late, which only seems to add to the anticipation of the crowd.
Bleeding Hearts hit the stage bang on 9:30pm, the German crowd are
well up for this gig, and by 9:35pm you can just about see the stage
through the huge cloud of dust that has risen up from the feet of
people jumping up and down.
The gig was all over too soon, the crowd are shouting ‘zugaben!’ (or something), which we think meant they wanted some more, and Bleeding Hearts mount the stage once more to finish with Black Country bomb – a song that is starting to become the bands ‘Paranoid’.
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As the Hearts come off stage I
manage to get a quick word with Steve “It looked like a lot
of fun up there tonight” I said. “Ho yer” said Steve, with a
big smile on his face “it was bostin fun, very hot though,
and I can still taste the duist and feel the grit in my teeth.
I must of drank a pint of water (sorry beer!) between each song.
We only only played Fish Song (4 another day) to try and let the
dust settle!”.
The Germans certainly knew how to have a good time and when we looked back at the stage the dust cloud was there again for the next band ‘Super Star Fuckers’ from Hannover – (well with a name like that we had to give them a mention!). When we got back to the Hotel, we were covered in dust and looked more like the Fields of the Nephore than the Bleeding Hearts, but it really didn’t matter. It had been a fantastic festival, and great to see so many people wearing Bleeding Hearts T-shirts. “It made us feel almost fashionable!” said Gel. “Come to think of it, I wonder if any of those shirts were part of the batch we had stolen last time we were in this part of the world!!!” |
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