Per Ove Sleen

I got my first RB check in the mail today.

Haven’t seen one of those (checks) since a German impresario and TV star named Carlo Von Tiedeman tried to stiff me and our band back in 1985 ( band’s name was “Wir sint’s” it means “It’s us”).
My pal Michael Knube (slightly naive….even though at the ripe age of 34 ) went to pick up our loot after playing the “Hafen geburtstag St. Pauli” for 7 full days 8 times a day 45 minutes each time.
We had a PA, system to pay for and 12 piece harmony singing band (we’d been the main attraction 3 of the days, TV and all).

He came back smiling from ear to fucking stupid ear, and told us that Mr Von god damned Tiedeman was so satisfied with us that he had given us a raise and doubled the money we should have according to contract.
I thought..NO WAY!!
And he had a check to prove it…..
A FUCKING CHECK!!!
(rule no1 in music business: NEVER ACCEPT A CHECK, IT WILL BOUNCE, BECAUSE NO ONE CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING PIANO PLAYER, THERE ARE ACTUALLY PLACES THEY SHOOT AT THE FUCKING PIANO PLAYER…HENCE THE SIGN DON’T SHOOT and so on….....

He said eeeeh is that so?
In business terms, I was the only experienced one among us ( they were all top notch musically, but children business wise and hardly ever played a gig before in their life )
THAT IS SO MICHAEL!!!! I said, grabbed the paper slip and went to find the shitbag’s office.

It’s a long and sad story, two super big bouncers tossed me out on my ratata after I (not knowing this guy’s celebrity status, which was BIG!) had threatened him, insulted him, thrown two snicker bars at him….and a beer bottle I brought for good measure.
As time passed, we met in court 4 times. We never got a penny (the assholes always get away), and had to spend heaps on lawyers…even bigger assholes… he he

So understand me being a little skeptical as I walked in to my local bank this morning to have my RB check, earned through hard work (ok not that hard work), put in to my account, and got:....WE CAN NOT DO THAT MR. SLEEN!!

I said WHAAAAAT!!!

It turned out since they were just this tiny filial they didn’t handle cash (I knew that) and foreign curency (didn’t know that), so I had to go to the other town on our devils island which is 10k down the road…...
I thought ….NO WAY!

I called my back door man and asked him his stand on American Dollar, and he said cool curacy I’ll take it.
So the money I made on RB never made it to my bank account, but there will be no shortage of stuffing for my old hubbli bubbli this easter….
Nothing so bad it aint good for anything….... so they say….
who says so?....
they…....
Oh….

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