Die Kanadier Dance Yourself To Death sind Opfer des Vulkans Eyjafjallajökull: Sie sitzen zehn Tage in Berlin fest, schreiben daher exklusiv beim LAXMag ein Gestrandet-Tagebuch und suchen nach Veranstaltern, die der Band das ermöglichen, was sie am liebsten machen: Konzerte spielen.
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Sunday, 25 April 2010 10:22 |
 Berlin, you are my D.I.Y. dream come true.
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Thursday, 22 April 2010 23:45 |
 This morning I woke up to the sight of nude men playing tennis in the garden next door.
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Tuesday, 20 April 2010 23:20 |
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 ...I thought it would be like any regular day...
The morning began unassumingly enough. We woke up, ate breakfast at the giant table, checked our emails, the usual. But that was before Lucy from No Angels rolled up, threw us in the trunk of her car, and took us on a tour of Berlin.
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Monday, 19 April 2010 22:07 |
 We were dirty. We were tired. We were cranky.
We had our suitcases packed and our passports in our hands. This morning, when we found out that our flight home had been cancelled, we began furiously trying to re-book our flights and find a place to stay, calling our families to tell them we're (happily) stuck in Berlin, and trying to recover from the past month of tour.
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