Matczynej troski główny krwiopijców viktor ten organizm szef do dwójki the Days, it was not usual to have a Car that age and a older Friend of us had a fast Ford Capri and Time because it was and while smoking some Weed he drove us to Zurich. It was the first Time for me to a real Concert a big City, and I was amazed to Freaks. The Venue Volkshaus was and still is a a pretty old Building the Center of the City with Space for about 1000 People and has a nice Bar to get some Beers. First there was this Support Act Goertz and Garza, somewhat a Mixture between Country, Folk, and Popsongs... boring and enough Time to have a couple of Beer and another Spliff... And then, its already 40 bloody Years ago but I still remember like it was yesterday, there was a dark Stage with some strange Sound, a Voice howling on your Feet or on your Knees, from New City, here they are, the amazing Blue Oyster Cult They started with Stairway to the Stars and the Gig ended with a brutal Born to be wild. Behind the transparent Drumkit the Middle green the Symbol from the Cover of the first Longplayer, on the left and on the right the Cronos-Symbol red... like a black Mass... I was liked paralized, a earshattering noise like deep from Hell, a fantastic Lightshow with dry Ice, Stroboscops and Machinegunfire, duelling Guitars black and white, explosions, smoke and Gasmasks at the End... unbelieviable... The Audience was almost on their Knees and after the Concert at the Trainstation, when we were waiting on the Train back to our village, our ears were still ringing from the sheer Soundassault and even the Message from the Speakers, who told about the incoming Train sounded to our tormented Ears something like Hot rails to hell... first Concert, and the Years until today I had the Luck to Blue Oyster Cult Concerts, but this was the Concert of Life... Thanks to Blue Oyster Cult, the Cult life forever... Setlist: Brussels was the scene of the now infamous BOC Gestapo encounter..... I 't guess I'll ever live it down... The morning after the show when checking out of the hotel some discrepancy came up the hotel manager snatched a bunch of our baggage into lock-up and was holding it for ransom... At this point some of our crew went up the stairs trashed the first room they came to... which happened to be mine... Meanwhile I'm sitting out on the bus next to our advance Gardener when several carloads of the old Stats Polezei roll up.... After checking out their -boots leather trench coats, I commented to that I was really glad it wasn't 1943 and that those guys hadn't come looking for me... the trench coats came back out of the hotel a minute later, tromped up into the bus and demanded to know Who is this Judd? Is this a or is this a PIG!!!??? I was then marched up to the trashed room where I was questioned as to why I did this... I asked the group which one spoke the best English, then looked him right the eye told him, I didn't do this, but you give me 60 seconds on that bus I'll hand you whoever did... Returning to the bus, I informed Gravy Geoff that the jig was up and it was time to pay the fiddler After all the damages were settled it was off to the airport back to the good old Montcalm London... On arrival there we found out that had become a papa while we were hassling with the Gestapo that morning... Cuban cigars Hennessey Cognac were the order of the day... Drove up to Newcastle... Whilst setting up for the show a chap informed us that there was a fire smoldering the ceiling near the stage and that we would have