main course.

From 2000 onwards, Martin and Dorit packed their bags for India and stayed away at months' lengths for several times. No-one knows what they were looking for nor whether they found it there and the only witnessing sign can be found in one title of the parts record: "banaras as a part of a journey." There was a rumour, someone had lost his heart... but found something else...

The continuing interruptions of our work didn~t make things easier and everyone probably prayed for better times. The songs we made during this time tell their own stories, they seem to get lost in themselves for their vague intentions. And they made us follow their traces for an indescribable feeling we developed along with them. The songs obviously found us by losing themselves. What's the difference... where's the contradiction? Since we had started walking down our own traces, regardless of fog or wet shoes, we just turned up the volume so that everyone could hear. Many gigs throughout Saxony and eastern Germany. And people started to return.

We stayed parts, somehow. After a long time we finally managed to decide for the recording of a new full length album. Our split experiences made it a long-lasting procedure, even though the recording itself was done quickly. It was difficult to get along between one's own expectations, talents and abilities. Not easy to balance over the gaps between rapture and exhaustion. But when it was there, bearing the telling title nowhere is now here we were proud like hell. We turned up the volume even a little bit more, played more gigs and joined the Karlsruhe band Ether and Sharks on their tour. People liked us and started calling us shoe-gazers while we spend our time on stage with our eyes closed and our hearts and hands at work. It was a good time. Even some fanzines recognized that.

Our rehearsals between gigs and between Dresden and Leipzig became far more intense than we have ever expected but somehow shorter with the time. Martin suddenly became a papa, Dorit changed for Potsdam and everybody developed a tendency of extreme lack of time. But we needed the rehearsals, we needed the intensity. We made Dresden our place to work, two days rolled into one larger unit of time, a night in between to make our ears and whatsoever digest the pieces – the parts we called into being during the day. Melodies seemed to roll us over. The new room, cold like a fucking fridge between October and April, made us play like hell in order to get warm, in order to get high. In between one more tour through Germany and the Netherlands. An accident newsletter. A promise. A new album in high speed. One more summer gone. You are a weather against my window.