Hello Punks, here I weer am with a newsy letter.
Last time I had not much time to be present at gigs, but you understand that Wasted Amsterdam I couldn't miss.
But it ging already miss, when the train arrived in the Central Station with 50 minutes vertraging!
That is a bloody shame, because I missed the optreden from "Far from finished".
I am very glad that the Belgian Punks were massaal on the party.
I saw Helga, Dirk en the rest of Funeral Dress and of course Casper and Cindy, Jenske Punk, Doortje, Geile Kitty, Nonkel Beef, Maarten, Metal Markske, Matthias, Bert, Bart Agitator, Berghe, Lieselot, Stijn, Klaas, Lenie and noem so maar further on.
And Helga, congratulations with your new sexy outfit !!
But I found it not good that they nog always tappen beer in colabekertjes! It is a bloody shame. Also the inkomprice was much too high and you couldn't keep your punk jacket on, because it was much too hot in the zaal!
The best groups I found where Guns on the Roof, Run like Hell, Deadline, the Varukers, the Addicts, the Agitators, Disturbance, Funeral Dress and Antidote.
The rest was bullshit.
But Saturday night the mess began. I saw a dirty Punk pissing in the Lijnbaansgracht on a woonboot! At the beginning I thought it was RottenMartin again, but later on I saw it was a punk duck. The dirty cops wanted to arrest that guy.
That is totally crazy!! What do they want, that you go into the zaal en pis against the toog? I wanted to take a photo, but I couldn't do that because the dirty flikken hielden me tegen with a gunshot in the air! So I have made a tekening of him. (see hereunder)
I hope someone will herkennen this Punkfriend, because we have to help him because he is still in prison!!
I don't have to tell you that there was a real fight, and I find het spijtig that they have not thrown that asshole-cop kopje onder into the lijnbaansgracht!
If that asshole had not bemoeid zich with the duck punk, there was nothing happened. But that is typical Dutch: they are hypocrite, are for total anarchy and liberty, but you can't sleep in your car at night and you can zeker niet pissen in de gracht! Silly idiots!
They have forgotten that the all the riolen of the grachtenhouses (also from the Melkweg) komen uit in de grachten!
At midnight I advised a group of 50 punks to go to the police station on the Lijnbaansgracht om the punk duck te bevrijden.
I entered at the office and asked for Jurre De Cock. Unfortunately he wasn't there. They had found a dead joegoslaaf with a doorzeefd kogelvrij jacket on het Leidscheplein and De Cock was there for investigation.
Then I went to the office of Lieutenant Buitendam, but the only thing he said was: "ehhhh, eruit Dirty Harry"!
So we had to do other things and that's the reason we have thrown some stenen door the windows and the ruiten of the combies. Gelukkig we had a molotovcocktal in our pocket, so we put two combies in fire!
I hope they have a good insurance.....
I also saw three asshole-cops walking with riot guns and lots of pepper spray.
That was too dangerous for us, so I advised the Punks to go back with me to the Melkweg. There we spent some two hours, but then we had to go out in the vrieskou! "Fuck off, get out of here: the bar is closed!!"
I had no hotel for the night, so I knocked on the dak of a woonboot in the Prinsengracht from very nice people (Maria en Gerrit). They let me in, gave me half a bottle of "Oude Schiedam" and invited me to sleep there.
Sundaymorning I had a good breakfast. (with Pindakaas)
I think I was one of the first persons who was Sunday at eleven a clock at the ingang of the Milky Way. I saw they were still opruiming the mess and the broken glass. So we had to wait more than an hour before we could go in.
Sunday I have amused myself a lot, but I think I had drunk too much saterday.
So I went to the Oudezijds Voorburgwal, number 12. There lives Caroline behind a window and I can assure you: I have sharped my dick! I hope the Flemish punkgirls shall forgive me this.
Sunday there was another fight: a group of four German Punks wanted to stay the whole night in the Melkweg, but the security refused. Then they broke the windows, forced the door of the backstage en took a lot of champagnbottles, and put fire in a brand new Jaguar, a Mercedes and a Volkswagen.
The cops were very affraid and have choosen the hazepad, so it went more rustig that night.
The direction of the Melkweg told me mondaymorning they will never again organise a wastedfestival in their locals. They are right: Dutch peopole are total nutters and I think Wasted will be much better in Belgium, London or Blackpool!
I hope I can write the next time a more positive verslag.
Take care you Punks,
Your Uncle Harry
