For the last couple of weeks I’ve been feeling a bit homesick. Homesick for Berlin. Strange really because, aside from a couple of weeks last summer, I’ve not lived there since November 2007. It doesn’t take a genius to work it out though: I’m living in a new town, a small town, and I can count my friends here on one hand. I could lose a couple of fingers in a meat slicer and still count my friends with that one hand. And until I get a receipt from the immigration people saying they’ve received my application paperwork, I can’t really use aeroplanes within the country because if someone in the airport checks my passport and sees an expired tourist visa, then there’s a chance I’ll be shipped off to wherever illegal immigrants are shipped off to. And because of that, Claire had to go and visit her brother in sunny San Diego without me. So aside from missing Berlin, I’m missing moving around, and sunny weather. This is the longest I’ve been in one town since I left Berlin. I know, world’s tiniest fiddle.
So it was good to go out the other night and find myself thinking that something good is happening in Bellingham. Good to see lots of other hairy fellas. Good to drink a few beers. And good to be at the first live show I’ve been to since seeing Super Furry Animals at the Royal Festival Hall on New Year’s Eve 2007. I went to see Black Mountain at the Wild Buffalo. Fucking great it was too. If you get a chance to see them or the support band The Sadies, it’s worth your while. Black Mountain have got some mp3s to listen to on their site if you’re curious.