20 February 2006-Kimberley
Hey lover,
Kimberley is new to me—a funny little tribute to German culture. Peter and I arrive in town, almost late to set up for our afternoon show at the Bean Tree café. Peter and I navigate the quaint town, wondering what the hell a “Platzl” is and ready for the warmth of a good café.
After the set, I wander down the street to find a hotel and happen to stumble upon a main attraction of Kimberley—the world’s largest cuckoo clock, chiming in full action and revealing the little German clockmaker, tragically trapped within for the majority of his tiny mechanical life. Indeed, it’s the perfect postcard moment that some unsuspecting fan will benefit from!
The hotel of choice is Chef Bernard’s Schnitzel House, a cluttered hotel and restaurant, packed with remnants of German culture: pictures of famous Germans on the walls, sauerkraut and prepared red cabbage on sale in the lobby, and the Chef himself!
The show at the Bean Tree that night was one of those moments that musicians live for. With a packed house of attentive listeners, warm hosts (thanks Esther and Liana!), and good food, I’m surprised we ever left. The audience was enraptured and we made many friends. During my set, I so admired the chocolate cake being consumed right in front of me that a kind listener bought me a piece after the show—it was the best chocolate cake I’ve ever consumed, which is no small compliment coming from a chocolate connoisseur. The night was a blessing.
The next day is an eight-hour drive west. It’s blissfully empty. Driving most of the way, I let song lyrics and ideas bounce around my head, uninterrupted, and admire the mountain views. Peter introduces me to some great new music—my favorite new find is Ray Lamontagne. Can’t wait to introduce you to him when I get home.
I’ll have a day off tomorrow and finally time to catch up. Let’s have a phone date.
Love C
P.S. We did an afternoon show at the Bean Tree as well, and I realized what's so great about afternoon shows: the fans are way cuter. The picture she's holding is one drawn of me, now safely guarded in my guitar case. . .
Kimberley is new to me—a funny little tribute to German culture. Peter and I arrive in town, almost late to set up for our afternoon show at the Bean Tree café. Peter and I navigate the quaint town, wondering what the hell a “Platzl” is and ready for the warmth of a good café.
After the set, I wander down the street to find a hotel and happen to stumble upon a main attraction of Kimberley—the world’s largest cuckoo clock, chiming in full action and revealing the little German clockmaker, tragically trapped within for the majority of his tiny mechanical life. Indeed, it’s the perfect postcard moment that some unsuspecting fan will benefit from!
The hotel of choice is Chef Bernard’s Schnitzel House, a cluttered hotel and restaurant, packed with remnants of German culture: pictures of famous Germans on the walls, sauerkraut and prepared red cabbage on sale in the lobby, and the Chef himself!
The show at the Bean Tree that night was one of those moments that musicians live for. With a packed house of attentive listeners, warm hosts (thanks Esther and Liana!), and good food, I’m surprised we ever left. The audience was enraptured and we made many friends. During my set, I so admired the chocolate cake being consumed right in front of me that a kind listener bought me a piece after the show—it was the best chocolate cake I’ve ever consumed, which is no small compliment coming from a chocolate connoisseur. The night was a blessing.
The next day is an eight-hour drive west. It’s blissfully empty. Driving most of the way, I let song lyrics and ideas bounce around my head, uninterrupted, and admire the mountain views. Peter introduces me to some great new music—my favorite new find is Ray Lamontagne. Can’t wait to introduce you to him when I get home.
I’ll have a day off tomorrow and finally time to catch up. Let’s have a phone date.
Love C
P.S. We did an afternoon show at the Bean Tree as well, and I realized what's so great about afternoon shows: the fans are way cuter. The picture she's holding is one drawn of me, now safely guarded in my guitar case. . .
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