"Indecision was the first American band to play in Zagreb, Croatia after the Croatian War of Independence ended in 1995."

Someone logged in and hooked up my old bands Wikipedia page quite nicely.

I don't know where they found this old European tour journal - perhaps saved from an old website? - but reading it nearly gave me chills. I'd forgotten all about some of this shit and if you read it, you'll understand why...

"The bands tour stories have become legendary. During their first European tout in 1997, after having played a show in Wels in front of a handful of people at an indoor skate park with Flatline and Racial Abuse the band was stopped at the Austrian border on their way to Zagreb. The members were strip searched and held for hours, while the van was disassembled by the customs officials (this did happen but it was actually before the skate park show) Another incident happened on the last day of a tour in Quebec in 1999, when they had all their money and merchandise seized. (yeah, that sucked... don't get me started on the french Canadians)

On Indecisions website, Justin also gave some additional insight about what was labeled "A blow-by-blow account of European Hell 2000":"

(it says I wrote it but it definitely reads more like Double R's style)

"FUCKING HELL TALLY & JOURNAL:

Amiens, France - The clutch on the van breaks about 20 miles from the show. The curse begins. We have to rent a van for 5 days to get to the next shows while the other van is fixed. Our driver, Job, drives 7 hours from Valence to Amiens to pick up the van but of course when he arrives, the van is not ready. We are forced to cancel the show in Barcelona, Spain. We are stuck in a fucking Formule 1 Hotel for 3 days. We kept busy walking around Valence and doing radio interviews. The next show is in Madrid and it turns out to be one of the best shows of the tour.

Toulouse, France - The van was broken into right outside of the Bikini Club. We were sitting about 100 feet away from the van but it was out of sight. Someone used a screwdriver to get in. They grabbed Artie's and Job's backpacks and drove off. Artie lost his passport, money and other important shit and Job lost all of M.A.D.'s money, his passport and the original van papers. The windshield was also cracked somewhere between the van getting robbed and Job flipping out about the fact that his bag was stolen. The stolen van paperwork would haunt us for the rest of the tour.

Genova, Italy - We found out that the Italian promoter who had booked our show in Italy had taken a deposit for half the money we were supposed to get and the money was nowhere to be found. Classic.

Austria - We are pulled over twice in one day because the van looks like a piece of shit as it is and now has a broken windshield. The first time was just supposed to be a routine check but it was then that we realized that we were faxed the wrong papers for the van. We couldn't prove that we owned the van. We had to wait around for everything to be sorted out but luckily the police let us go. Later that night in Vienna after the show, we are pulled over again by police for another "routine" check. They didn't like the way we looked.

Budapest, Hungary - We get to the show and notice the floor is a brown swamp. The toilets had overflowed and the people at the club wanted to cancel the show. We couldn't believe that the club would consider canceling the show after we had come all this way. Luckily Belacz from Dawncore managed to convince the club to do the show. We told them to stop crying, mop up the fucking piss and shit and open the doors so we could load in. The show was great.

Slovakian / Hungarian border - The border police held us for 12 hours along with Dawncore. In this time, the gas pedal in the van broke and had to be fixed at the border while it was searched for drugs. A groggy klutz Job tripped over his own two feet, fell down and smashed his head through an enormous 9 foot tall window. There was almost no way that we would make it in time to the first show in Poland and by the time they let us go we were all really afraid of what might be in store for us at the other side of the border so we didn't make it to the second show in Poland either. It really sucked. Later we find out there was 300 kids at the show waiting for us. No one had relayed the message of what had happened to us in Slovakia. FUCK SLOVAKIA!

Berlin, Germany - We got into an accident about 15 minutes from the show in Berlin. We rear ended a car that stopped short at a light in front of us. Bago came flying out of the loft onto Pat and Ryan sitting behind the drivers seat. Luckily Bago only hurt his ear, he could've broken his neck. The front of the van was smashed up and the hood was smashed shut. After the show some drunk guy is smoking up a storm backstage. Artie asks him to distinguish his cigarette because it is bothering his throat. He gives Artie some attitude and says "How about I light another?" At that moment Justin throws the guy over a table, shit flies everywhere. That night Bago tells us he's quitting the band.

Germany - We tried to get into the Czech Republic at 2 different borders, we were denied at both. The first border told us to get the dents in the van fixed then we could come in and the second one wouldn't let us in because we did not have the original paperwork for the van. On the way to try a third border we were ambushed on the side of the road by a police van and were taken to a police station and held for 3 hours while they checked out the van and our passports. Then a half hour after we were let go we are pulled over again by German police for another "routine check." They only held us for about 10 minutes that time after we told them we had just been detained for 3 hours. The following morning we were sitting in the van parked at a rest stop and a police car pulls up and demands to see our passports because the van looks shady. We are FUCKING cursed.

Edinburgh, Scotland - The clutch broke again about 15 minutes away from the show. We found out that it won't be fixed until Tuesday (the day we are supposed to fly home from Brussels). One of the opening bands picked us and our equipment up so we could play the show. We left the equipment at the club that night. The next morning we call every van rental place in Edinburgh but there's nothing available for rent because there was a soccer game that weekend. Finally Andy managed to track down a pub that rents a van and found two friends (Barry and Steve) to pick the van up in Glasgow and drive us to Darlington, England to meet up with a guy named Dale who would hopefully drive us to Brussels. We left Job, the van and the backline all in Edinburgh. That night in Darlington Justin sells a kid some stool softeners for 5 pounds passing them off as ecstasy tablets.

Brussels, Belgium - After waiting to check in at the airport for 5 hours we get to the counter and they tell us our tickets had all been canceled. We sorted it out and got on a flight but not before we had to pay $300 for excess baggage. It was so fucking good to get home.

In fact, a follow-up to "Release The Cure" was in the works and tentatively entitled "The Curse" but the band broke up before anything was recorded."