Hamburg. Soundman Steve was getting crazy again, so it was back to the cage for him (bottom left pic). The Molotow and our hotel were right in the heart of the red light district.

Matt's Journal:.: At the Hotel Stern we'd paid for underground parking, accessible only by this huge freight elevator that you pulled your car into. We got stuck in it between 1:45 and 3:00a.m. To compound the helplessness, we kept hitting the "help" button and this woman would bark something in German over the speaker, little of which we could understand. The voices over the intercom kept telling us, "15 more minutes... 15 more minutes..." But I was dreading being in there all night.

It also reeked in there. Stephen Fransen was to meet us back at the hotel. But we figured we might have caused some commotion out there, and he might know that it was us stuck in the elevator. Fire trucks or some cops, maybe even an ambulance - what if one of us was hurt? I sure could've used an oxygen tank. Helicopters, cops repelling from buildings. But when we finally got up to ground level and out, one guy ran up to me, asked if I was OK, and then ran off! I think I heard a cricket chirp. There wasn't even a hotel employee around (it's all automatic check in after hours - that shows you what kind of place it is!). We told them in the morning what had happened, and didn't even get a free night out of it. What a rip!