Things go like that sometimes, and we just go with them, which is something that drives some Germans crazy: being flexible, taking life as it comes and just hanging out. I got the call Thursday afternoon from a good friend, Kunu who is Hochunk, that some brothers were coming into town to dance at an upcoming event, joining Quentin Pipestem, head man at Eldorado.
Moontee Sinquah and his sons, Scott and Sampson are from Arizona and flew over for a couple of weeks to be a part of “Indian Days” at Eldorado, which is open from May until October of each year. Although there are many western themed parks in Germany where native dances or so-called ceremonies or reenactments take place, the show that Quentin arranges is authentic in that it doesn’t include sacred or objectionable material, nor does it play to German expectations. He just keeps it real, and that’s damned sure good enough.
In any case, it was nice to meet him and hang out, and by the end of the evening, when they mentioned they would be visiting Zam Johnson, another Native American friend of mine whom I’ve mentioned on here before; together with Kunu we thought it would be great if we could cook for everybody. All headed over to Zam’s studio the next day, which includes a kitchen, and where 3 Kings on the Hill would be practicing in the afternoon before their big day, May 4th at the White Trash. It was a date…even if we didn’t know what we would cook.
Turned out okay though, as we all chipped in funds and bought some steaks, bratwurst and turkey cutlets for the grill, and I did the rest of the meal: red beans and rice, spinach salad, and roasted vegetables. Add some nice red wine, beer and schnapps? All good.