Early in 1990, with our Digiview image digitizer connected to our Amiga 2000, we grabbed this photo of Uwe Schmidt (Atom Heart) on the left, Anton the skull, Caroline Engelhardt (to become Caroline Wise 4 years later), Olaf Finkbeiner, and that’s me, John Wise in the back row. This photo of the day prior to a recent scanning only existed on a piece of paper printed on a dot-matrix printer, the original file is lost in time. Photoshop and Neat Image helped in bringing this poor-quality image back to life.
Stone Roses
We were barely four months into seeing one another when Caroline and I drove to Deinze, Belgium, and the Futurama Festival to see the Stone Roses, though we were interested in Jesus Jones and Urban Dance Squad, too. I was able to talk my way into free passes after meeting with the Stone Roses to ask about filming the show. Sadly, I wasn’t allowed, but they invited us to their show in Cologne, Germany, a few days later. Also playing on this day on October 1, 1989, were Bad Brains, Brian Ritchie, Buffalo Tom, Hard-Ons, Hoodoo Gurus, The Pursuit of Happiness, and Firehose.
Awesome, just after seeing the band on Sunday, here we were on Wednesday, just up the road in Cologne, on the guestlist for this show, too. Next up, I had to find myself a poster that was being used around town to announce the show, and the venue still had a few; with it in hand, I asked the guys if they’d mind signing it for my new girlfriend and they obliged me with the above. Since framing this, I’ve seen it every day; it brings me back to those heady early days of our relationship when the Stone Roses’ first album came out, and I stumbled upon one of those rare LPs on which I loved every single track.
These were our backstage passes for the Belgian show and are now stuck on the glass of the framed poster. The setlist from that night was: I Wanna Be Adored, Elephant Stone, Waterfall, Made of Stone, Standing Here, She Bangs the Drums, Where Angels Play, Shoot You Down, Sally Cinnamon, I Am the Resurrection.
Lots of Love at Euro Disney
You only turn 25 once, so why not do something spectacular, like head to Euro Disney in Paris, France? That’s what we did back on the weekend of December 12, 1992. While Caroline had been to the United States and even to Southern California the year before, we didn’t have time to visit Disneyland. So we went all out and bought a couple of plane tickets from Frankfurt, Germany, to Charles de Gaulle Airport and caught the shuttle bus to the park. Our hotel was one of the pueblo-themed units, which was exciting all by itself.
The day we arrived, we wandered around the facilities outside the Magic Kingdom, visiting the ice rink and gift shops before stopping in a classic American diner for dinner. In the morning, when we entered the park itself, we were as excited as any child visiting one of these amazing treasures. As for me, while I’d visited Disneyland a dozen or more times at that point, I’d never been to Disneyworld or the park in Tokyo, Japan.
There’d been much controversy leading up to the opening of Euro Disney, as valuable farmland was being used for American Trash Culture (according to French media). Then there was the question if high-minded Europeans would even go and which of the snooty French would visit such a déclassé blight on their historic Paris? The park was constantly maligned in the press, and its early demise was frequently predicted. In was a chance meeting while Caroline and I were attending CEBIT back in March 1992; an American tech engineer shared his photos of the park with us, which to us looked amazing. We were incredibly jealous as not only had he already visited and taken photos, but he had been able to do so more than a month before Euro Disney officially opened on April 12th, 1992. With the constant negative chatter about the place, we decided we’d need to see it with our own eyes before the bulldozers moved in and turned the grounds back into farms.
Euro Disney was far from packed, but it wasn’t empty either. Then again, it was mid-December, and anyone who’s been to Paris in the winter can tell you that nice weather isn’t guaranteed. What seemingly was guaranteed were smiles. Not only smiles from Caroline and me but, to our surprise, from the many French people in the park. We entered Disney with the expectation we’d see very few French and mostly visitors from other countries; we were wrong.
The park was pristine, and the presentation was flawless. It was a great destination for any birthday.
While technically in Paris, you couldn’t see the city from any vantage point out this way. In the park, you were immersed in the fantasy of being transported to a happy place. The contrast between playful Disney and serious and old Europe made for a spectacular opportunity to wander into the imagination that Disney has mastery over. Our dreams were coming true.
It was difficult to get photos of Caroline looking at the camera as her eyes darted over every detail, taking in something she’d never seen the likes of. While we’d go to Disneyland years later, this park had the benefit of starting from scratch and improving on things that couldn’t have been accomplished in Anaheim when that park opened back in 1955.
Let’s return to the gift shop for a moment. In the very first photo, Caroline has a Euro Disney hat on, but that’s not all. This jacket, the shirt under it, and even a red t-shirt below were all bought here at Euro Disney. The striped shirt would be the one she wore 13 months later in Las Vegas, Nevada when we got married at the Little White Chapel. There was also a pair of Mickey Mouse shorts she bought, though it was too cold to wear them outside this weekend. Almost 30 years later, here in 2021 (when I’m writing this), she still owns the shorts, shirt, and t-shirt.
I’d like to point out that I was very thin at one time and prone to fits of silliness.
The two people in this photo in front of the Sleeping Beauty Castle were a couple of Bohemian adventure-seeking, occasionally reckless, madly in love, somewhat troubled individuals who had a long and, at times, arduous journey of finding happiness. While we’ve stumbled over many if not all, the speed bumps life can throw at people, we still swoon when walking hand-in-hand with When You Wish Upon A Star echoing through our memories.
Our First Record Cover – The Hypnotist
Thanks to Laiki Kostis, whom I’d first met back in 1985 at his “Buy or Die” record store in Wiesbaden, Germany, Caroline and I were commissioned to create a digital record cover that Laiki needed for a new “White Label” he had in his possession. The record was from a guy who was a rising star with his project “A Homeboy, A Hippie, and a Funki Dredd,” and it was exploring a different sound. The project was called “The Hypnotist,” and the tracks were titled “Death By Dub” and “Rainbows In The Sky.” It was Death By Dub on the B Side that caught my attention, but I had to explain to Laiki that I had no experience using the computer for making graphics. He explained that I was the only person he knew with a computer and that he didn’t care what we did; he just knew he needed to release this with cover art as he felt he had a hit.
So this is our first record cover, and it opened the door to making even more covers for people all over the place, but I will forever be grateful to Laiki for the opportunity and to Caspar Pound for making such an amazing couple of tracks. Today was the day the record was officially released.
Birthday Gift
This was a part of the gift Caroline Engelhardt gave to me for celebrating my first birthday with her since we started dating. While Caroline was at the Psychic TV concert last year in the early hours of the 4th, we weren’t interested in each other at that time, and hence, I don’t think I even pointed out that it was my birthday. I turned 27 on this day, and besides the much-needed shoes (mine were falling apart), she also gave me some balloons that sat on top of a cabinet near the hall door so I could see them all the time. This is also the very first post I’m making after starting to scan in our archive of materials here at the end of August 2018.
Those balloons stayed there and, for years, still had a tiny bit of air left in them in 1995. We finally got rid of them when we moved to the United States in April of that year.
Her Number and Wishes for Yummies
Just earlier today, after Caroline Engelhardt and I first kissed at 5:00 in the morning on Weberstraße around the corner from her apartment at Gluckstraße 8 in the north end of Frankfurt, I fell head over heels in love with her. Yes, it was just like that. From the first time we met at the Volksbildungsheim on Eschenheimer Anlage back on 11 February 1989 at a Slawheads concert and again running into her at a Die Form show, the Swans, and Psychic TV all on various dates between then and last night, I had no interest in her, nor do I believe she had an interest in me.
Turns out that we were both at the Pixies concert at the Batschkapp last night. I found it strange that we kept running into each other at so many concerts, so I took the time to sit down with her on the stairs of the overpass for the train, and we talked until it was too late to catch a train home. I offered to give her a ride. She invited me up to her apartment, and I don’t believe she had any intentions behind the invite other than being friendly. First, I was struck by the number of books she had and then by her record collection, she let me peruse. Turns out we share a lot of common interests.
Quickly, it seemed it was closing in on 5:00 a.m., and I had to go. She offered to walk me to my car as it had taken time to find a place, and she didn’t want me to get turned around in her neighborhood. I can’t tell you why I reached out to kiss her on the cheek and how it was that we met face-to-face, but we did. It was the most gentle, delicate kiss of my life. There were no slobbering tongues, no move to making out, just a sensually soft and brief kiss that rippled the fabric of my universe. I was stunned.
I drove home (that’s another story) and was smitten all the way there. After I woke, I frantically reached out to her, and we agreed to meet that afternoon; it was a Sunday. I couldn’t tell her that I’d gone off the deep end of love with her as I couldn’t know what she was feeling, and my situation was complicated, to say the least. So, trying to give reason to meet yet again, I asked if she’d like any American things from the military shopping area, also known as the PX (Post Exchange).
This is the list that she wrote to me, and in that snail she drew, I will forever see her smile.