Streetlight-Stories, Teil II

30.04.02, München:

“Sorry for the delay in getting this to you, we have had no time to spare and interviews have gotten in the way of email time. This comes to you from Munich where I’m trying to settle down after tonights show. I feel like I’m dreaming – the appreciation and support we’ve been recieving has been insane. Having been through what we’ve been through and then coming here and recieving this welcome means a great deal to us. I want to point out that in our darkest days there was one journalist in the entire world who kept the name Mother Tongue alive – when Mother Tongue was just about as dead as dead can be – one person kept the name alive in print. And that in turn encouraged us, bolstered our spirits, got us through and impossible album to make. And that journalist, that person is Dirk Siepe of VISIONS Magazine. A lot of people have come up to us and thanked us for coming back – you should thank Dirk Siepe as well – He’s plazed a huge part in us being a band again. I will try to get a email off to you daily. I know it is important, but you must believe me that there has been no time and or internet access.”

David 01.05.02, Frankfurt:

“I’m sleeping in the van tonight. We’re in Junkyville. The same Junkyville in every city – they’re all the same. Dope fiend pirates sniffing for guitars. I got me a hard stick and a sharp knife and a extreme disliking to people stealing our shit. We’re in Frankfurt – a block from the train station. We felt a little out at times in the show tonight which sucks because I want every show to be on point. – Now it’s 3:30 – Somebody just josteled the back door of our truck and now I’m awake in a dirty mood. Before I fell asleep I watched two street girls smoking crack right next door to our truck. Our windows are black so no one can see in or see me. When this girl took a hit she looked like a young giddy girl in love with the world. Here on this dirty fucked up street in Frankfurt. No sleep for me tonight. I feel like a tunnel rat. My wife called me on our tour managers cell phone. Our oldest son Jonah age 6 is having a painting of his on display at a prestigious museum in Los Angeles. I’m so proud of him. So there I was talking to my boy in L.A. on a cell phone from our van with crack addicts sniffing around me like mice with cheese. Is our gear worth it? Me cutting somebody or breaking somebody’s nose or me getting cut, shot, beat up? What the fuck is wrong with me?”

David