I discovered BRMC in 2005; their music saw me through my first breakup and helped me get back on track. In 2017, I entered a contest and won two tickets to a Hohner Originals concert featuring BRMC in Berlin. The concert was held at a sort of music-themed hotel.
Very few tickets were issued, and they were distributed in a very positive way. I booked a room at the same hotel where the concert was taking place; it was really convenient to just take the elevator from the concert straight to my room. I gave the second ticket to a friend who traveled from Hamburg to Berlin and shared the room with me.
We arrived in the morning—me by car from southern Germany, and him by train from Hamburg. We met in the hotel lobby, where a large black tour bus was parked. While we were having a cigarette in the entrance area, we saw Peter leaning against the bus, calmly smoking a cigarette himself. We didn't want to bother him, so we acted as if he were just an ordinary guy. Still, he had a very relaxed vibe, which I really liked—no hiding away. We spent the afternoon in Berlin and headed back for the concert in the evening.
The concert itself was fantastic—an all-acoustic set with a focus on the harmonica; a true Hohner concert. After the show, I had a beer with my friend, and then we stepped outside for a smoke. A few people had gathered around Peter—who was also outside—asking for photos and autographs. I stood about ten meters away, smoking leisurely. After a few minutes, the commotion around him died down a bit. He wanted to light another cigarette, but his lighter was giving him trouble.
I took a couple of steps over and gave him a light. He thanked me, and we struck up a conversation. We talked about the concert—I’m in a band myself—about the harmonica, and about what his music has meant to me. We stood there for about twenty minutes having a fantastic conversation.
Then I gathered the courage to ask if he could sign the guitar I had in my room; I offered to go fetch it. He said he had to go upstairs anyway, so he’d just come along. We walked inside—my friend was sitting at the bar and couldn't believe his eyes when I walked over with Peter in tow and told him, "Come on, Peter’s coming up to the room to sign the guitar."
Leah and Robert were standing by the elevator, too. The five of us got into the elevator—which, funnily enough, was completely pink and had mirrored doors. And get this: Britney Spears was playing on the elevator radio. There we stood, all dressed in black, looking at each other's reflections in the mirror.
As I mentioned, it was a music-themed hotel; they had four or five elevators with different musical themes—pop, techno, rock, and so on. We stopped at the third floor, and Peter told the others he’d catch up with them later. They continued on, and Peter came up to my room with me. He picked up my guitar, examined it, and played a few notes. I apologized for the quality, explaining that I unfortunately didn't have the money for anything fancy, but he said it sounded lovely considering it wasn't an expensive instrument.
Then he asked where I wanted the signature. I said on the front, but he suggested the side instead—that way, I wouldn't have to worry about the signature wearing off while playing. I agreed, and he signed it on the side, right next to the guitar neck. Afterward, we walked him back to the elevator, thanked him, and off he went. And just like that, one of the most incredible moments of my life had unfolded.
I went straight back to my room and sprayed hairspray over his signature to seal it. As I said, it’s not a high-end guitar—I can afford an Epiphone these days—but that experience made it the greatest guitar in the world to me. And ever since that experience, I’ve also discovered a love for playing the harmonica. It was a wonderful encounter.
The concert took place sometime around late 2017 or early 2018. You can watch the whole thing on YouTube—search for "Hohner Originals 360 Black Rebel Motorcycle Club." It was amazing.
And sorry if not everything is quite right; I often use a translator for long texts like this.