This winter, to experience a different speed, I carried my guitar and my backpack 800 kilometers through the north of Spain. Starting in Pamplona, I walked through snow storms, rainy days, wind, mud, cow shit, frustration, pain, tiredness, sunshine and happiness. I crossed mountains and rivers, found great people and lost them again on the road. I had the best cheapest wine and cheese, a few fantastic cooks at the albergues and so many different beds that I think of myself as a coinnoisseur of matresses now. Almost fourty pages of travel notes are waiting to be worked into something else and four new songs want to be recorded in May. Of the many pictures I took with my shitty camera, here are a few randoms:
After my return I needed a bit of time to adapt to the pace of civilization. Life out there is very different. Now I am playing concerts again, in and around Berlin and wherever they let me. I am just beginning to get organized. So come back, check the dates and until then, here is something from the very beginning: When I was a student, just before I started working on the first album, Leah and I played ‘The Wind’ and used another shitty camera to film ourselves.
