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===Embryo on Tour===
===Embryo on Tour===
''by Lothar Schmelzer''<br/>
''by Lothar Schmelzer''
 
4 musicians, 2 roadies, 1 VW bus full of equipment and 2 chicks. Jimmy Jackson (man, what happened) plays organ and sometimes percussion. Dave King (has forgotten his chick in America) plays fender bass. Edgar Hoffman (cool, calm and collected) soprano sax and violin, superfreak Christian Burchard (music and chicks are everythere) drums and marimba. Roadie Ronnie (has good connections everywhere) serves the PA and is always looking for women to fuck. It goes over Spain, Portugal, Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia. The tour was organized by the Goetheinstitut. Two concerts in Spain are cancelled, because the song "Espanja Si, Franco No" is rejected by the cops (then rather "My Sweet Lord"). In Porto the tour starts. In a cinema 1500 people are gathering. Come Together. And it explodes. Like a flood, the liberation and joy spreads out among the people. They jump up, clap, romp, scream, love and peace, ecstasy! For the first time I see police running around like excited chickens, these weak-headed puppets! "For once be quiet, shut up, sit down." But the people still have their fun. Lisbon is the same. Then Morocco. Hey freaks, this is a real nice place. Tangier. Turned on by the magic of the Orient (pot, mint, bazaars, music in the streets, relaxed atmosphere everywhere, smiling faces, no paranoia). Rabbat. And then Casablanca. In an industrial hall people are freaking out. They spontaneously express their freedom. And we make many friends here. Algeria is fucked up. Big accumulation of social misery. Oppression, especially of the youth. They are not allowed to go to the cinema under 25, there is no disco, and pop music is suppressed by the regime there. All hell breaks loose at the Goethe Institute in Algiers. At the concert, people are rolling on the floor and the girls are screaming like they used to with the Beatles. At the drums, Christian is jumped on by a guy and fanatically kissed. O.K., that's revolution. Message. Then the concert has to be cancelled because the director of the Goethe-Institut fears that his store will be closed by the police. Last concerts in Tunis and Sfax and a similar situation as before. To the guys you were a message, a clenched fist hurling lightning. A message for the oppressed.  
4 musicians, 2 roadies, 1 VW bus full of equipment and 2 chicks. Jimmy Jackson (man, what happened) plays organ and sometimes percussion. Dave King (has forgotten his chick in America) plays fender bass. Edgar Hoffman (cool, calm and collected) soprano sax and violin, superfreak Christian Burchard (music and chicks are everythere) drums and marimba. Roadie Ronnie (has good connections everywhere) serves the PA and is always looking for women to fuck. It goes over Spain, Portugal, Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia. The tour was organized by the Goetheinstitut. Two concerts in Spain are cancelled, because the song "Espanja Si, Franco No" is rejected by the cops (then rather "My Sweet Lord"). In Porto the tour starts. In a cinema 1500 people are gathering. Come Together. And it explodes. Like a flood, the liberation and joy spreads out among the people. They jump up, clap, romp, scream, love and peace, ecstasy! For the first time I see police running around like excited chickens, these weak-headed puppets! "For once be quiet, shut up, sit down." But the people still have their fun. Lisbon is the same. Then Morocco. Hey freaks, this is a real nice place. Tangier. Turned on by the magic of the Orient (pot, mint, bazaars, music in the streets, relaxed atmosphere everywhere, smiling faces, no paranoia). Rabbat. And then Casablanca. In an industrial hall people are freaking out. They spontaneously express their freedom. And we make many friends here. Algeria is fucked up. Big accumulation of social misery. Oppression, especially of the youth. They are not allowed to go to the cinema under 25, there is no disco, and pop music is suppressed by the regime there. All hell breaks loose at the Goethe Institute in Algiers. At the concert, people are rolling on the floor and the girls are screaming like they used to with the Beatles. At the drums, Christian is jumped on by a guy and fanatically kissed. O.K., that's revolution. Message. Then the concert has to be cancelled because the director of the Goethe-Institut fears that his store will be closed by the police. Last concerts in Tunis and Sfax and a similar situation as before. To the guys you were a message, a clenched fist hurling lightning. A message for the oppressed.