Notes from a hospital bed...

According to The Hives Broadcasting Service Diary.

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15 August 2011

Notes from a hospital bed...

So it finally happened. Icarus flew too close to the sun and fell and it was ugly. Icarus in this story would be me and the sun more like a lighting rig and the flying was more like climbing. We were doing our show in Zofingen, Switzerland and during 'Walk Idiot Walk' the music was so powerful that I was convinced I could jump *AROUND* a corner and land on stage. Seems silly now but a real possibility then. The only reason I think I will get away with these things is that so far I always have. I somehow got caught by my heel in some stage rigging and fell 3 meters (roughly 9.8 feet for you non-metrics) and landed on my head and leg. I then finish the show limping like a three legged dog and speaking in tongues. Turns out I have a concussion and god knows what else. The highly skilled doctors are still trying to find out. Xrays, brain scans and running other tests.

So, I now find myself in a Swiss hospital having a crack at schweizerdeutch to communicate with my nurse whose actual first name seriously is Troll. Her job is to wake me up every hour for 24 hours by shining a flashlight in my eyes and asking me what my birthday and my name is. I am not allowed to eat or drink anything during this time. I have been thinking of escaping but I doubt I would reach and cross the French border on foot with the amount of painkillers they got me on with no passport wearing a hospital dress. To then make it to the festival and up onto the stage and pull off a fantastic show is probably beyond even me. I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that, shit, I may even be mortal. I am truly sorry for any trouble this causes anyone.

No choreographers, no safety nets, all my own stunts,

Yours truly,

Howlin Pelle Almqvist