Review - TEN YEARS AFTER in Oldenburg,
venue is called "AMADEUS". It has a very unique
layout for the backstage area, it’s upstairs on the third floor.
You walk up three flights of stairs, in an unlit stairway, meaning
pitch black, and feel your way around corners and hope you don’t
fall into some hidden abyss and find yourself lying upside down in
the basement. As you cannot see, you listen for music and voices
and walk towards the sound. Upon finding a door knob you pray you
made it to the proper destination.
peak in and thank Goodness that we found Chick Churchill sitting
on a sofa and Leo tuning up his bass. The room is overly warm,
stuffy and smells like grandma’s attic, but all things being
considered it’s relatively comfortable. The band members don’t
spend a lot of time in here and my guess is, that other than
having other things to attend to elsewhere, they may feel just as
claustrophobic as we do. There’s only one way in and one way out
of this room so you definitely feel trapped.
strange feature is that right under this room is the stage, and
although it’s two floors down you’d never know it, because
when the support band comes on it sounds as though they’re right
in the same room with you. They’re a local band, the crowd likes
food part of the refreshments for the band was very limited, but
the fridge was stocked with an adequate supply of beer, soda and
water. The band went out for dinner, so they came back satisfied
and ready to rock the audience.
band went right from this room and onto the stage, Brigitte was in
the front row as usual while I hung around upstairs because I
wanted to look over a folder of photos that she had put together
for the band. Needless to say, I also could hear them just fine,
as they were only twenty feet below where I was sitting.
my great surprise, as soon as the band started ripping through
their first song, a constant stream of strangers came into the
bands' private area where I’m stationed. I was just sitting, but
now I feel like I’m on duty somehow, because as they enter they
aren’t expecting anyone to be there and you can see the sudden
look of disappointment on all their faces. These people were after
something and I was the TYA scarecrow that kept them away from
reaching what ever it was that they were after. Giving them the
benefit of the doubt, let’s just say that I got between them and
the refrigerator, because I don’t know for a fact what their
real intent was. Two girls came
in first, then one man in his twenty’s then a few members of the
support band stocking up on beer, then another
woman, then an older fellow, then the same two girls again……it
was very curious indeed. There was an over abundance of activity
going on there, where there shouldn’t have been any.
between all this traffic, I found a location where I could watch
the band, listen to the music and also observe any
unwanted traffic heading towards that room.
the second floor there’s a wide open space where
you can view the entire stage from above, in fact I was
about five feet in front of Joe and Leo but twenty feet above
their heads. Behind me at the other end was a man in a booth like
arrangement with a mixing board, which I assume was the lighting
guy’s control station.
already shot my photos of the band, and Brigitte is right there
below me, in the vast audience taking hers. This vantage point
would’ve been a great place to shoot a video of Ten Years After
in action. The sound was as excellent, as always.
Thanks to "Wolfi". Three
encores later and the shows over. The
band is now thumping up clambering back up the bible black
stairway and without flashlights to assist them, bang - they’re
in. In less than ten minutes they’re heading back down to sign
autographs and man the merchandise table. They
return once again, this
time followed by the
expected and welcomed flow
of traffic. Chick is at the table checking out his bag of supplies
that he brings with him. Joe is downing a beer or two, to
replenish some of his water loss, Leo is sitting to my right
towelling the sweat off his bass guitar and himself, and Ric is looking for a little snack at the table along the
other wall, while also trying to track down a cork screw to open
up a bottle of wine.
men in their twenties are sitting in front of me, one is a member
of the support band and he heads over to Ric, and the other just
sits and quietly observes all the activity that’s going on,
he’s the one I decide to talk with. His name is Olaf and he just
happens to be a staff writer for
“Rock Times Magazine”.
He knows all about Ten Years After and is there to write
his review about this gig. His English is not only good but
perfect to my ears, we skip all the time consuming
formalities and get right to the subject at hand. Olaf
asked Leo a few questions and this conversation continued for
quite awhile. Leo was called away so Olaf and I got the chance to
know each other better. I learned that he was very impressed with
the band, but I didn’t know what he was going to write in his
review. I only wanted to make sure he had every opportunity to get
all the information he needed, and was very curious to see what
other fans thought about Ten Years After with Joe Gooch.
come the promoters, venue owners and their staff tagging right
behind them. This signifies that the evening has come to an end.
People want to go home so they clear us out in a hurry. The band
files out in front of us and they head towards the door. Brigitte
and I and Olaf need a few more minutes to talk but the staff is
locking the place up, so we move outside into the rainy night.
by Reinhard Pieper, B & D