martes, 24 de enero de 2012
Historias De La Carretera!, Vol. 7: Ernie Quintero ( Slab City, The Spits)
Directamente desde El Centro, California, nuestro hermano Ernie Quintero(integrante de Slab City y uno de los ex tecladistas de The Spits) nos narra una de sus aventuras por el mundo junto a The Black Lips. Abróchense el cinturón para una historia llena de alucinantes, borracheras, Pete Doherty y gusanos que hacen que tu boca se haga agua!!
I got a call from the Black Lips back in 2006 right before they signed to Vice Records and they asked me if I wanted to go to Europe with them. I was like, “Fuck yeah dude!” They said we would have to fly out of New York because they were playing two shows with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and they had some meetings lined up with a record label, booking agency, an entertainment lawyer and they asked if that was all okay. I was like, “uh…fuck yeah dude.” Then I got another call and they said that the tour was going to be a little longer because some shows had just gotten booked on an island off of Italy called Sardinia and they asked if I could stay an extra week. I was like “uhh…fuck yeah dude.” Then Joe calls me all apologetic and says, "Hey Ernie, I messed up on your ticket". I was thinking “damn I knew this was too good to be true.” Joe said, "I got your departure date wrong. I'm sorry. You're going to have to stay in Europe an extra two weeks after the tour is done."
With New York still fresh on my mind and being totally drunk off all the free wine and bloody marys on the flight over to Amsterdam kept me from feeling any jet lag and my brain remained in tour mode. Tour mode is when your body adjusts to life on the road and everything around you is constantly moving. You live life by the tour itinerary and everyday is another city, state, or country and you keep going until the tour finishes. It's not until you get back home when you realize what mayhem you survived through and you think to yourself, “Damn, that was fun!"
Even though you can freely smoke hash and eat shrooms in the Netherlands, it didn’t hit me that I was somewhere totally foreign until we arrived in Belgium a few days later. I knew I was in Europe but it didn’t feel all that strange to me since everyone understood English and they all did drugs. I started to trip out when we got to the venue and I see a police station right next door. Any American would automatically think the show would be a bust but it was completely the opposite. Everyone partied in the police parking lot after the show was over. People were leaning against police cars drinking beer and I could see cops walking in and out of the station not giving one single fuck. I was on a different planet at that moment.
Everything got weirder, cooler and even more beautiful as we headed further south. People speak less English and I felt completely foreign. You also see older shit the further south you get since Hitler bombed the fuck out of Northern Europe. Seeing old as fuck cathedrals and Roman ruins with your own eyes is just fucking awesome. The thing southern Europe lacked was cool drugs so by the time we headed back up north and after I had felt somewhat settled in with European culture, I was able to really enjoy Holland's finest psychedelics. We smoked a lot of hash and ate lots of magic mushrooms when we headed back north. You could really see eye to eye with the Black Lips while getting psychedelic with them. You can almost understand them.
I felt I was in an alternate reality when we went up to Scandinavia. We were pretty far up on the hemisphere so the sun didn’t really go down and we hardly slept. We got word that Pete Doherty and his band the Baby Shambles wanted to jump on a show with the Black Lips when we got to Stockholm. Pete Doherty had just broken up with Kate Moss and had just been arrested by Swedish police so the media was all over the place. Some reporters even interviewed Cole from the Black Lips because they thought he was in the Babyshambles and Cole did the interviews with a fake accent just to fuck with them. We end up backstage with Pete Doherty and he asked me in an English accent, "Do you have any twizzlahs?" and I'm like, "What?” He says, "Twizzlahs" and makes twisting motion with his thumbs and forefingers. I then said, "Oh you mean rolling papers?" and he continues doing twisting motions with his fingers and says, "Yes, twizzlas." So I tell him to hold on and I go to the van to get some papers and I give them to him and he looks at me and says, “Angel” and he gave me some valium.
We went to a friend’s practice space after the show and I had the hugest mind fuck. I was crashed out in the van and I woke up to the sound of skating. I had brought my board with me to Europe and we skated any time we had the chance. So I hear the skating and it makes me want to skate. I was still kind of drunk but skating the ramp and the bright sunlight instantly sobered me up. This was 3 in the morning and it felt like it was 3 in the afternoon.
The tour ended on the island of Sardinia. We had three shows to do in one week so it was pretty much a vacation. We had a personal chef and a pad by the beach. People down there really know how to chill and I’m sure the heart attack rate is the lowest in the world. If the driver of whatever car we were in would get a phone call, the driver would just stop the car. Not pull over but stop right then and there no matter where we were at. We stopped in front of a narrow bridge one time with multiple cars behind us and not one of them fucking honked. The Black Lips had been to Sardinia once before and they told me stories of having a whole pig roasted for them right on the beach. I had envisioned a pig cookout on the beach with all of us dancing around the fire like Lord of the Flies and shit. Our hosts said they wouldn’t be able to get a pig roast going but that they would try to get us baby goat cheese. You get baby goat cheese from a baby goat that’s been sucking milk from the mother’s teat and you rip the baby’s stomach out and nail it to wall. The stomach then turns to cheese in like 30 days. Its ancient Roman shit and we were down to try it but we weren’t able to get it. I guess it’s highly illegal and hard to find. So our hosts brought us the next best thing which was maggot cheese. Maggots are placed in a bag with a chunk of cheese and you’re supposed to let the maggots feed and shit on the cheese for a few days and wait till they die. We didn’t have a few days to wait so we ate the cheese with live maggots. I never knew maggots could jump and I had two weeks left in Europe to do whatever the fuck I wanted.
Aqui pueden ver un Documental del tour (grabado por el Señor Quintero) para que tengan una idea de la demencia.