you like to hear more about Grant's day at the Feldberg
concert on 04 February 2006? Here's a very
special exclusive and all explaining concert review of
the show by Grant Serpell: SPECIAL THANKS!!
the Piste again...
By Grant Serpell
thought of an open air concert near the top of a mountain
appeared rather daunting as I had just returned from 33
degrees Celsius in Cuba.
However, we matelots always relish a new challenge so
we duly arrived at London Heathrow Terminal 1 to
board our flight to Basel. On arrival we were told that
the British Airways flights to Basel go from Terminal 4.
Mad dash to train with loads of baggage.
Check in --- All is well.
Uneventful journey apart from magnificent scenery of the
Brilliant small hotel --- wonderful food and service.
Sound check scheduled for 8 am on Saturday.
Stage is positioned at the foot of the ski runs at
As we have a little time Henry does a quick Downhill,
Phil and Grant do a Giant Slalom and Pete manages to
sqeeze in 2 ski jumps and a session of freestyle
We wait on the stage -- Temp minus 6 Celsius with the
only source of warmth being two jets of hot air coming up
through two vents at the front of the stage.
We continue waiting and eventually we try to do a sound
It lasts about a minute. Pete's hands are frozen so we
give up and go back to the hotel for a late breakfast.
Lunch had been ordered for 1 pm so when it arrives we
just look at it and try to force it down as
it's only 2 hours since a large breakfast.
Go to venue at about 3, stay in warm dressing box,
container, shed, room, store, cupboard whatever and go on
stage at 4.
Cold ---- B cold --- I play most of the set wearing my
leather jacket - first time ever. I even wear a scarf for
the first four numbers.
Full Monty is unbelieveably cold.
Encouraging reception from a crowd whose average age is
After show we visit the VIP bar which is in the open
air. We sample Ramazotti, a drink made
from fermented BMW sump oil, cough mixture, old
socks and sheep droppings.
Flame thrower arrives to thaw us out and we return
to hotel for more recreational eating and drinking.
Drunken discussions lead to the perennial topic of the
weight and impracticality of the Nickelodeon.
Ideas flow like the Rhein in flood ----- so look
Drink and talk till late.
Go to bed.
I watch a boxing match on tele between a German and a
South African. German wins easily even though judges say
score is about 117 to 112. Silly sport.
Sunday am drive to Basle (note the French spelling now).
Sleep ---- Still jet lagged after Cuba.