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There's this saying up North in France going like "the farther up North you go, the colder it gets outside and the warmer it gets in peoples' hearts". I'm not sure it's the same in your country but every time I go to Northern France to play live, the welcome is warm indeed. My friends the Gorlier Twins are as nice and funny as they usually are (and they look a lot more like each other than last time I saw them).

Meeting people is always the best part of going to shows for me, whether you play or not. And this time was a blessed one. Charming people from Daniel Padden's band/crew . Everyone has a little laugh at my chair (I play seated on the ultimate IKEA industrial children chair, it's pink and looks like cheap plastic, maybe because it actually is). My dear wife speaks with the classical section of Padden's -she plays the viola and writes postcards to her children, he plays the cello and speaks a little French. Mr Flaherty (free saxophone) and Mr Cosano (free drums) are very nice as well and so friendly there's little wonder where they come from (not saying all Americans are friendly and fuck you people from the NRA but musicians willing to go to the other end of the world and touring and most of the time sleeping in a small van are the kind of Americans that are warm and good-hearted). I speak with Chris Cosano for a moment, hoping I'll not put him to sleep telling the whole story of my pathetic musical life.

Dinner? Bit stressed aren't you. Nah, I play live all the time and since everything is improvised there's no way I could stumble and fall is there. Besides, it's the first time I test my new stage visual, so everything is fine, no stress whatsoever and I'm not eating only because I'm not hungry.

Comes the show. As usual I feel a bit clumsy on the first five minutes but then I get into it and it feels like home. I've been told a dozen people left while I was playing but I didn't notice and if I had I really wouldn't have given a damn. New stage visual works fine for me, playing in almost total darkness with my frontal lamp and this flower light bulb custom-made lamp I did a while ago. As usual, the recording of the show doesn't work and taking pictures is impossible so only memories of it will remain. I'd be keen on knowing the opinion of the audience, but I get no feedback from people I don't already know.

I go & drink a bottle of water and start selling records. Yeah, I actually sold quite a lot of records, so I guess that's a good point. Now watch Flaherty/Cosano then Padden. Both shows are great but it's all another story to be reviewed somewhere else...

I really love playing live. I really do.

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There's this saying up North in France going like "the farther up North you go, the colder it gets outside and the warmer it gets in peoples' hearts". I'm not sure it's the same in your country but every time I go to Northern France to play live, the welcome is warm indeed. My friends the Gorlier Twins are as nice and funny as they usually are (and they look a lot more like each other than last time I saw them). Meeting people is always the best part of going to shows for me, whether you play or not. And this time was a blessed one. Charming people from Daniel Padden's band/crew . Everyone has a little laugh at my chair (I play seated on the ultimate IKEA industrial children chair, it's pink and looks like cheap plastic, maybe because it actually is). My dear wife speaks with the classical section of Padden's -she plays the viola and writes postcards to her children, he plays the cello and speaks a little French. Mr Flaherty (free saxophone) and Mr Cosano (free drums) are very nice as well and so friendly there's little wonder where they come from (not saying all Americans are friendly and fuck you people from the NRA but musicians willing to go to the other end of the world and touring and most of the time sleeping in a small van are the kind of Americans that are warm and good-hearted). I speak with Chris Cosano for a moment, hoping I'll not put him to sleep telling the whole story of my pathetic musical life. Dinner? Bit stressed aren't you. Nah, I play live all the time and since everything is improvised there's no way I could stumble and fall is there. Besides, it's the first time I test my new stage visual, so everything is fine, no stress whatsoever and I'm not eating only because I'm not hungry. Comes the show. As usual I feel a bit clumsy on the first five minutes but then I get into it and it feels like home. I've been told a dozen people left while I was playing but I didn't notice and if I had I really wouldn't have given a damn. New stage visual works fine for me, playing in almost total darkness with my frontal lamp and this flower light bulb custom-made lamp I did a while ago. As usual, the recording of the show doesn't work and taking pictures is impossible so only memories of it will remain. I'd be keen on knowing the opinion of the audience, but I get no feedback from people I don't already know. I go & drink a bottle of water and start selling records. Yeah, I actually sold quite a lot of records, so I guess that's a good point. Now watch Flaherty/Cosano then Padden. Both shows are great but it's all another story to be reviewed somewhere else... I really love playing live. I really do.