In this Crazy Tour Stories segment, the pop-rock band, The Luka State, shares one of their stories from being on the road. You can check out the story, after the break.
So, we’re on tour in Europe in a van that hardly works, it’s winter and it’s freezing. It keeps breaking down and at one point we adapt our skills and fix the exhaust that’s hanging off with a coat hanger and some bungee rope. Don’t ask how but ‘Snail’ our driver and tour manager is a legend.
The logistics of this tour are fucked, agents got no idea, gigs canceled left, right, and center, no accommodation in some places so we’re sleeping on random people’s floors. At one point in a hippie commune squat in Amsterdam. We all do the dishes as our keep for 3 nights.
Poland is next to Poznan to be precise. We err, stock up, in Amsterdam before we hit the road playing some gigs along the way before we get to Poland. 3 gigs are scheduled but are canceled along with accommodation. With nothing to do the gear gets consumed out of boredom on the trip to Poznan and by this point, we’re just wanting to get there and play the gig.
We arrive in Poznan for a gig night. Pre-gig we have a wander around and go and watch the champions league games in a bar and see what there is to do in the city after the gig. Showtime comes and we smash it, a lot of alcohol is consumed afterward, and we take a walk down the red light district. We queue up to get into a strip club and by this point, we’re smashed. We can’t even see. “Not tonight lads,” the bouncer says. “Aww cmon mate we’re on tour” I reply. Next minute he’s got his pepper spray out and squirted me right in the eyes following me down to the ground. I can’t see, I’m in hysterics. The boys are smashed and don’t know what to do. They guide me back to the hotel, strip me, and put me in the shower. Sam is that fucked up he’s ringing our manager back in London asking what the fuck can he do.
The burn lasted for days and safe to say that’s the best story I can think of so far.