Karlsruhe is a small German town.

We sleep in the cafe, and upon waking, run up and down the Hamburg ports. Then we get to shower; oh, it's a new day.

Karlsruhe, a seven hour drive south, is a TV set of a town. Complete with friendly, comical, recurring walk-ons. There was one man in coveralls who looked like he had just walked away from an exciting, and messy, DIY project, who we saw walk by as we had dinner before the gig, who came to the gig, and who walked by again, this time saying hello, when we were having breakfast the next morning. Karlsruhe is that kind of place.

Also, this was the show where the audience wanted three encores. Demanded. But I only have one. So I made two up, hoping nobody noticed. This is my job.