Point Of Few, Restons Sobres @ Gaztetxe de Portugalete, Bilbao SPA 06 January 2001
As much as yesterday was a disappointment, so much will today be a big surprise! Bilbao, one of my favorite cities. Where we did a lot of memorable concerts and have loads of good friends. It’s great to be back! But first we visit hardrock bar Salambo near Llanes to have some tea and good coffee. Since we haven’t gotten any decent warm food for days, we decide to make a stop on the big and beautiful beach in Oriñón. It’s so nice to have a kitchen in the van so we start cooking pasta with vegetables in a delicious tomato sauce. Today will be long and it’s important to regular draw energy. In the meantime Rik is finishing his PoF masterpiece sand-painting. At around 8 pm we pick up Javi from Bilbao centre and he shows us the way to the fresh squat in Portugalete, a suburb about 15 km’s outside Bilbao. It has been squatted for 4 months and is located directly next to the old Gaztetxe/squat. Catweazle played there in may 1997, and for me it was the best ever concert I’ve done with a band so I have some really fond memories of this area. The new squat is huge, like a factory hall. The concert place in in a smaller room and is really nice. It reminds me of the late Van Hall in Amsterdam. We meet with a lot of old friends and make new ones (hello Mundo Matadero!). The complete flyer has been printed by a big Basque newspaper and eventually about 150 people attend. Restons Sobres play their typical Spanish hardcore style. Very sloppy but with a lot of conviction. It’s good to see them again. Crazy to realize that Bull, the drummer lives in Finland nowadays. In between songs, two women give a performance/dance. It looks dramatic and whipped up. There’s a message but I never got it. PoF get their clothes dirty. Everybody’s seems to get into it and there’s an overall great atmosphere. Eva gets recognized because of her participation with Sin Dios. In June 2000 she played 3 concerts in Euskadi with them so obviously people remember her. It’s very funny. We get terrific vegan bocadillos tortilla patatas. Hail to the mastercooks Javi and Vitxo! At 3 am we drive to an other squat to crash. Some drunk spills his katxi (liter-glass) with beer in our van and all over the school books. If it wasn’t him for having the key to the house, we would have kicked him out without mercy. Once in the squat, PoF locks themselves in, barricading the door of their room afraid for any punkraids. Hahaha!