Singing in the snow

It wasn't the show of my brother, so i can say objectively: IT WAS EXCELLENT !

yes, ladies and gentlemen, last week it was the cordillera de los andes flyover, now the freeze-your-brain in North of the Netherlands. In a train through snow and mist, my brother went to the far city of Groningen, to sing the first song in a AUX RAUS-set. AUX RAUS is a broken washing machine, that doesn’t wash, doesn’t dry, but shakes your underwear like hell !

Fortunately, my brother was not in his underwear, but wearing his deadly evil satanic widowish skeleton shirt. After his tombstone-voiced NUNCA TERMINARAN, he delicately made a step aside for the wolfshow. It was great, I was among the public, and proud of all these boys (Aux Raus, Dick, and Thomas and the blondy matches Bimbo).

It is a pity there is no document of my brother singing WITH HIS HEAD. (it was confiscated by the customs, maybe).

Yours, little Sister Catacumbia, the bride of someone, maybe.