A rip-roaring bye-bye night
Saturday, 05.10.2013, 20:20
oh what a night...
Cry me a river, baby. After just having announced on their ws that the usually sober NZZ gushed about their 2013 sold-out concert at the Hallenstadium as «the most important event in Switzerland since the Jura joined the Confederation», yes, take that with a grain of salt, but no matter, alas, it's now lights out and the end of the road for Summit as a band we've cherished and even gotten to love.
Individually though, it can't be the end of the line for these talented musicians, we're sure and we're looking forward to what's next. Moreover, and way on the upside of all this, they've decided to kick the bucket in our premises, no less. But why all this to begin with? One rumour has it that one of the band members was refused an U.S. entry visa (join the club), which would have otherwise inevitably led to them conquering that juicy market, inevitably. What happened is he got himself involved in several (!) paternity suits (!) but now perhaps has ample time to take care of them? Come to think of it, we might have to start a collection. We've known these Seefeld boys since forever and over 100 concerts later which featured more peaks than the whole Alpine mountain range together, Summit was safely counted as an integral part of the Swiss showbiz establishment. In itself perhaps a reason for an evaluation and/or a new beginning... Anyhow, we recall one gloriously memorable gig at El Lokal that sailed under «Half-price cover for mini skirts». And skirting through our door the babes did. If you don't know yet to whom you are saying hello and goodbye to, and by the way, all four characters hail from Zurich, Summit is: Max Kaemmerling (guitar), Julian Pollina (Vocals, bass - he's the guy who has this small problem with keeping his johnson in his pants), Julian Szenogrady (thunderdrums) and Pablo Villars (guitar). And on this rip-roaring bye-bye night, they're gonna let loose with everything they've got but tossing the kitchen sink. They'll get down with highly combustible electric and electronic stuff, interwoven acoustic songs and pretty thoughtful lyrics, often presented in German. The material will span the last decade of their life and its creative evolution but it might take you that long to get inside our quarters unless you show up real early to help make sure this sad farewell is gonna be a memorable one. On this night in the valley of the great Mississihl, no matter how look at it, Summit will leave a giant crater in our souls and an even bigger void in our aching hearts. And if it helps at all, remember Patsy Kline and «The Last Word In Lonesome Is Me».