PCP, Población Superflua @ C.S.A., Gijon SPA 13 March 1998
We check some carbreaking-yards on the way, for a new exhauster but it’s too expensive. The road to the C.S.A. is easy. I don’t need to call coz I remember it from last time (a beautiful selfmanaged place in a C.N.T. building). We finally meet with our tourmaster and co. Have to get some sticks first before shops close. Cheap! I wonder about prices for cymbals… It’s great to see all those friends again – almost like a reunion. P.S. is fun. Sounds very sloppy at times but certainly has it’s charm. Not too many people showed up but we all seem to have fun. It’s Friday the 13th and I break the rest of my cymbals… Two more crashes and one hiat-cymbal. Fuck, this is going to cost me. After the concert we wait an hour for the C.S.A.-crew. They love to clean. We love to plaster walls. Together we visit some bars and in one place we learn from Uge and co. how to drink cider properly.