Did 2 1/2 weeks in Amsterdam back in 1996 recording and it was a time spent I will never forget. Recorded with the Dutch Masters some really nice people the creative ideas just flowed. I think you will be greatly inspired.
Most definitely, I mean who wouldn't get inspired around all those weed shops in the city.
Few weeks ago I was there on a nice sunny day...and I missed the train back home late at night....
Had to walk for hours, waiting for the first train, back home....... trough narrow streets...them canals everywhere... ( I'm pretty sure there where some criminals around)..... almost only red light's (some blue) ....coffeeshop's everywhere,....,good there was a nightshop, which sold cold Corona's..... and them B********...man they where filthy..they all want you to come in....showing off them Tit***s .......I'll never go in........ for sure..........it was a nightmare.....
HAHAHAHAHA... could have been in a worst place...
Could have been New York.... Sorry,... had to do it...
Last time I was in Amsterdam, I played a lot of guitar in my room and in the park, walked along a lot of canals, drank a lot of coffee, a lot of beer, indulged in other regional delicacies, but don't think I wrote much. I was on a car trip through Europe with my guitar and a lot on my mind, for almost two months; played a lot of guitar but, as I recall, I didn't come back with a single keeper.
Few weeks ago I was there on a nice sunny day...and I missed the train back home late at night....
Had to walk for hours, waiting for the first train, back home....... trough narrow streets...them canals everywhere... ( I'm pretty sure there where some criminals around)..... almost only red light's (some blue) ....coffeeshop's everywhere,....,good there was a nightshop, which sold cold Corona's..... and them B********...man they where filthy..they all want you to come in....showing off them Tit***s .......I'll never go in........ for sure..........it was a nightmare.....
HAHAHAHAHA... could have been in a worst place...
Could have been New York.... Sorry,... had to do it...
You missed the last train Lol they warned me about that like it would be suicide. So my group always got our asses on that last train and not get caught out there.
You missed the last train Lol they warned me about that like it would be suicide. So my group always got our asses on that last train and not get caught out there.
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My last night on the Continent I went out drinking in Paris with a Canadian guy I met somewhere. We ploughed through that town, ending up way at the south end of the central city... about ten minutes after the last Metro train. (WTF? A world capital that rolls up the public transpo at 1 am?) And I was staying way up by the Gare du Nord. We walked for a couple hours and he ended up splitting off for his hotel and I walked on. I got to my hotel room about 5 a.m. I had to be on a bus in front of the hotel at 6:05 am to go to the international airport. I had no travel alarm or anything but I actually let myself go to sleep for a half hour or so. I was so tired. And still kind of drunk, even after all that walking. And then the flight to NYC was wild. We hit some nasty turbulence and the plane dropped 7,000 feet in a matter of a few seconds. It was wild. The French oncologist in the seat beside me was white as a ghost. But he wasn't the most affected, by far. One woman was absolutely, rigidly, frozen in her seat, her hands like white, bloodless claws on the seat arms. They had to bring on a wheelchair and a special team of medical people to get her out of there (we were behind her position so had to wait and watch the whole thing). I mean, they literally lifted her in a frozen seated position, her arms still out-stretched as though they were still on the seat arms out of the airplane seat and placed her in the wheelchair. She might as well have been cryogenically frozen. She didn't seem to be saying anything but apparently she was able to whisper a few words to those trying to get her out. Wild.
Anyhow, long trip home.
(And then, after another flight from NYC to LA, I got home to find that my house-sitter, a young guy from a band I did some engineering for who was glad to get out of his dad's house for a couple months, had broken at least one string on EVERY guitar and bass in my house. One bass had two broken strings. And that wasn't the worst of it. Some serious partying had gone on in my little flat and the detritus was everywhere. But... that's another story.)
Amsterdam is awesome, If you want to go, Go. You know you want to go. But don't get it all mixed up with anything else. It Will change your life and that will likely be reflected in your art at one level or another.
My last night on the Continent I went out drinking in Paris with a Canadian guy I met somewhere. We ploughed through that town, ending up way at the south end of the central city... about ten minutes after the last Metro train. (WTF? A world capital that rolls up the public transpo at 1 am?) And I was staying way up by the Gare du Nord. We walked for a couple hours and he ended up splitting off for his hotel and I walked on. I got to my hotel room about 5 a.m. I had to be on a bus in front of the hotel at 6:05 am to go to the international airport. I had no travel alarm or anything but I actually let myself go to sleep for a half hour or so. I was so tired. And still kind of drunk, even after all that walking. And then the flight to NYC was wild. We hit some nasty turbulence and the plane dropped 7,000 feet in a matter of a few seconds. It was wild. The French oncologist in the seat beside me was white as a ghost. But he wasn't the most affected, by far. One woman was absolutely, rigidly, frozen in her seat, her hands like white, bloodless claws on the seat arms. They had to bring on a wheelchair and a special team of medical people to get her out of there (we were behind her position so had to wait and watch the whole thing). I mean, they literally lifted her in a frozen seated position, her arms still out-stretched as though they were still on the seat arms out of the airplane seat and placed her in the wheelchair. She might as well have been cryogenically frozen. She didn't seem to be saying anything but apparently she was able to whisper a few words to those trying to get her out. Wild.
Anyhow, long trip home.
(And then, after another flight from NYC to LA, I got home to find that my house-sitter, a young guy from a band I did some engineering for who was glad to get out of his dad's house for a couple months, had broken at least one string on EVERY guitar and bass in my house. One bass had two broken strings. And that wasn't the worst of it. Some serious partying had gone on in my little flat and the detritus was everywhere. But... that's another story.)
Dude that's pretty wild sorry to hear that. I'll bet it was still worth the time well spent in Europe. I myself had to rush back to N.Y. and only stayed in Amsterdam for only two and a half weeks origanally should have been three.
Amsterdam is awesome, If you want to go, Go. You know you want to go. But don't get it all mixed up with anything else. It Will change your life and that will likely be reflected in your art at one level or another.
YMMV.
Magnet
I agree, I and a friend went to a club while we were there and met Bryant McKnight. He was in the vibe dancing and enjoying himself and I strongly believe that his trip was to inspire him also.
It's seedy and uninspiring. The *****s are not world class in the least and I can pull better looking women than any of them, and did, while I was there for free. I've been there many times for gigs, etc. You can have it!..
Great city, I used to live there. There are some horrible seedy touristy parts but walk one or two streets away and it's like you're on anther planet. Walk around the red light district during the day and you wouldn't even know it was there.
It's so chaotic and yet very laid back.
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I don't care how it's made. I only care that it sounds good ...but analogue is more fun.
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