Bio provided by artist:
One fateful evening, while performing in a crowded London tavern called The Windmill, a band by the name of Charlemagne were approached by a mysterious stranger. “I bring word from the Count of Rotterdam,” she said. “He has heard of your talents and invites you to his October feast.
They had never ventured beyond England’s shores, but they could not resist. They were soon in Rotterdam, performing for the Count.
Impressed, the King asked, “Will you play for the good people of Rotterdam this Friday and Saturday?”
“I am hosting a merry festival for the kind people of this town. I call it Left of the Dial”
The band knew what to do- looking at each other they picked up their instruments and prepared to rock once more.
Tot snel, Rotterdam!
Charlemagne
Bio provided by artist:
One fateful evening, while performing in a crowded London tavern called The Windmill, a band by the name of Charlemagne were approached by a mysterious stranger. “I bring word from the Count of Rotterdam,” she said. “He has heard of your talents and invites you to his October feast.
They had never ventured beyond England’s shores, but they could not resist. They were soon in Rotterdam, performing for the Count.
Impressed, the King asked, “Will you play for the good people of Rotterdam this Friday and Saturday?”
“I am hosting a merry festival for the kind people of this town. I call it Left of the Dial”
The band knew what to do- looking at each other they picked up their instruments and prepared to rock once more.
Tot snel, Rotterdam!
Charlemagne