Once upon a time, we enjoyed glamorous ten-day European tours, featuring world-class accommodations (someone’s couch), fine dining (the DIY vegan pot of tomatoes and lentils with no spices), and sophisticated financial compensation—often up to a princely €200. Luxury at its finest.
One of our fond memories was playing in Bratislava, Slovakia. We were supposed to sleep at the promoter's place, and just needed to check if he had read the rider that said we were allergic to pets. And he said, "oh, but I have rats" like it was the most natural thing. We somehow ended up in another apartment and asked the people there where we were supposed to sleep. He pointed to the hardwood floor and said, "There", like it was the most natural thing. We spent the night drinking, did some surgery with a razor blade on Thomas's head and ended up sleeping three people on a sleeping couch.
These days, however, even this illustrious lifestyle seems increasingly out of reach. Our beloved venues—charmingly gritty clubs, makeshift basement stages, and legendary DIY spaces—are slowly disappearing. What used to be accessible feels suddenly elusive. Add parenthood into the mix, and the logistics become nearly royal-level complicated.
Throughout, we’ve toured extensively across Europe, Russia, and the Balkans—always driven by passion rather than profits. But the slightly chaotic venues we love have grown scarce since Covid, and now even the once-abundant €200 paychecks have taken on a mythical status.
And even though touring looks different now, we’re not stopping anytime soon. Just give us a stage (or something resembling one) and we’ll be there!