DEVOTIONAL DIARY I
[From Bong 22, September 1994. Words: Daryl Bamonte.]
Summary: First of four instalments of a tour diary from Daryl Bamonte. Suffice to say this is the first time I have almost had to stop typing for laughter.
We are pleased to say that Daryl has allowed us to print his Devotional Tour Diary. A personal account of the day-to-day trials and tribulations during this mega-long tour. The Diary itself was so extensive that it has been split up into several parts…
May 19th, LILLE: First gig in Lille tonight. Strange feeling, being on tour again. Funny place to start.
May 24th, BRUSSELS: Just spent four days in ZURICH. There’s only so many cuckoo clocks you can look at in four days.
May 27th, COPENHAGEN: Good show tonight. Good party afterwards. The tour is starting to hot up, as the band settle into it. Spirit of camaraderie starting to appear.
May 28th, GOTHENBURG: Spiritualized have left. They didn’t like us. We went to the hotel disco after the show to think about a new support band. The resident band were playing, a dodgy Swedish ska band. Kessler asked them to support us in Stockholm the next night. The drummer came round first, and agreed on behalf of his band.
May 29th, STOCKHOLM: Ska band were superb. Of all the support bands we’ve ever had, they are the most recent.
June 1st, ROTTERDAM: Al’s birthday. I’m proud to say I (Dis-)Organized the most boring birthday party ever. Never mind. He’s got another birthday to come before this tour’s over.
June 6th, MILAN: Day off in MILAN. We just did two shows, which were great. I got refused entry to the cathedral in the city centre today. I didn’t have any sleeves. I argued that if I didn’t have any arms I wouldn’t have any sleeves, and they’d have to let me in then, but my Italian is surprisingly bad and when the polizia started shoving me, I thought I’d better hop it. Went to a bar instead. Much better.
June 8th, FLORENCE: A nightclub, a piano, a microphone, alcohol, Alan Wilder, Martin Gore – I THANK YOU!
June 10th, NANCY: Didn’t speak all day today. Refuse to speak in a place called NANCY.
June 12th, MANNHEIM: Went to a disco in an airport at 7am. Yes. It’s getting that bad.
June 14th, DORTMUND: After a great show (Westfalenhalle), we went over the road to the park hotel for a quiet drink. (The crew were staying there.) Woke up the next morning in a twin room in the park hotel. Apparently, Martin and I checked in.
June 18th, PRAGUE: We had ANOTHER support band tonight. Local lads. Their name was “Sonic Smell”. Yes, you heard it right: “Sonic Smell”. I’m sorry, but not even 70 years of communism can excuse a band from taking a name that basically means “Humungous stench”. PHEW!
June 21st, MUNICH: Marxman joined the tour tonight. They’re pretty good. Der wickid actually, yernart amin?
June 30th, PARIS: We’ve just done two excellent sold-out shows at the Bercy. Hildia asked me “Are we doing The Bercy tonight?” and I replied “No, we’re doing Get Right With Me instead” and she just smiled. I think she’s got a cold.
July 3rd, BREST: Can you imagine living somewhere called BREST?
July 7th, TOULON: Most of us are on the plane flying after-show from TOULON to LISBON, except for Fletch, who flew home to be with his family on his birthday, which is tomorrow. How long do you think he has at home? “29 hours, 29 hours…”
July 10th, OPORTO: Dave Bracey had to do the sound tonight (did a great job). Jon Lemon couldn’t make it. Had too much to dream last night, apparently. Must be “mixing” in the wrong company.
July 15th, MADRID: “One of the most incredible Depeche Mode shows ever” – JD Fanger.
July 21st, FRANKFURT: It was 1978, and he was a young punk who had sneaked onto the stage and was dancing around in his bondage trousers, next to Joe Strummer. As the roadies rushed to get him, he ran full speed and as he flew into the crowd, he floated for a second, half hero, half angel. When he landed he realised it wasn’t 1978, it was 1993, and he was the singer of Depeche Mode and 12,000 Germans were trying to rip his trousers off.
July 23rd, OSTEND: Martin Gore’s birthday today, and guess what? We had a day off in OSTEND. A day-off-in-Ostend… I once wrote a script for a soap opera set in a pub in OSTEND. It was called “OSTENDERS”. It could have worked, but Anita Dobson sounded ridiculous with a Flemish accent. A day off in Ostend should have bee as bad as it sounds, but we had a hotel on the beach, and looking across the North Sea you could almost smell the fish and chips. Three months away from Blighty; and now so close to home. We’ve got a gig in ZEEBRUGGE tomorrow and then a 2000 mile journey across the whole of Europe for a show in BUDAPEST. So near and yet so far…
July 24th, ZEEBRUGGE: Headlined the huge Belga Beach festival today. The festival IS actually on the beach but Belga isn’t a coastal suburb of ZEEBRUGGE, it’s actually a brand of horrible cigarettes. The band were excellent tonight, even though the man upstairs decided to turn the shower on. The crowd stayed in good spirits all the same, and to show solidarity, Dave went right to the front of the stage, and dancing in bare feet, got absolutely soaked. He seemed to have an aversion to anything metal for some reason. We had a huge power-cut backstage tonight (about the same time Dave plugged his hairdryer in…).
July 26th, BUDAPEST: It was a long trek from Belgium yesterday, and we had to drive out into the Hungarian countryside today for Anton to shoot the “CONDEMNATION” video. Dave seemed to spend most of the day being dragged around by Sam and Hildia. He wasn’t complaining though. It could have been the other way round…
July 29th, LIEVIN: Yet another support band today. A band called “Paralax”, whose kudos is bolstered by the fact that they were recommended by Alan Wilder (and they’re on Mute.) Most of the band entourage have gone to LONDON already to “prepare” for the Crystal Palace show. It’s amazing how calm and smooth today was…
July 31st, LONDON: Crystal Palace. Finally home after 3 months. 36,000+ people at this show, 1,000 with passes, and I know all of them, so backstage was chaos. My son had a good day. He definitely preferred DUB SYNDICATE to THE SISTERS OF MERCY. I used to think that ANDREW ELDRITCH was really cool. A god-like quasi-Darth Vader figure. He’s actually like RIGSBY.
To be continued…