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Sunday, March 23, 2008
For the curious, my pals from Norway, Thinguma*jigSaw have posted some more wonderful images of our Paris adventures on their My Space blog. Thanks, my dear Vikings.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The entire cast: Martha, Seth, Sidi, Me, Vincent, Alban and Silvain.Photo courtesy Sophie. Thanks!
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Hip Hooray for gaiety, but a moment for the guy our Paris set was sung to. I love you, Brian.Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Here's something of possible interest... a pre-gig promo bit from a French website. No, don't mention it.
Monday, March 10, 2008
"Don't call it a comb-over!" - LL Cool J. Martha sent a bunch of wonderful pictures, and one in particular got me wondering. So it took no time to find the complement... I'm a lost cause.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Sick of my Paris trip yet? Tough shit. Here are a few more, courtesy my new mate Colin Gibbons, who came from London with his wife to see the show. I've got friends who don't come to the Lower East Side from fuckin' BROOKLYN to shows. So , reap what you sow.
Lovely Martha, less lovely Sport and Colin at Le Maroquinerie.
Singing "The Dead Friend" with Vincent and Alban, Martha and Sidi doing the heavy lifting.
Sidi and Sport transfixed by a spider crawling across the chord sheet. Or something.Thanks, Colin!
Friday, March 07, 2008
Some more shots: my beloved hosts, some of my bandmates, some fans from England and USA, into the shop to grab three bottles of the green fairy( consume delicately and never EVER mix with the evil mandragora), and hanging with the disgustingly handsome and talented Luke Temple.There's no question that this trip has changed my life just as Gavin MacLeod promised it would.
What this means, I dunno exactly but I have some idea. I guess that's a topic for another written entry.
For now, we move ahead and finish the album. The rest is rather unimportant now. For the first time in my life in music, I feel vindicated.
And I don't care if I ever play or release another album in the US.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
PARIS. Here's me with the enchanting and mysterious Eloïse Decazes, indispensable guide and beloved hostess... we are standing behind Notre Dame cathedral, on our way to the absinthe shop.
The steps of infinite torture, up which I dragged my gasping old self countless times, leading to the home flat of Eloïse and Sing Sing (otherwise known as the musical duo Arlt), where days began at 9 am and seldom ended before 5 am.Now, a few views of a few heavenly nights with a few of my bosom chums.
Wonderful Mariette, Sing Sing, Eloïse, and Wladimir.
Have you met Miss Jones? Oui! 
Greg Gilg, Ann Guillaume, mon frere Sing Sing, Alban Dereyeret
Francisco "Flop" Lopez, Mike "Sport" Murphy, and Vincent (who sang and played melodica with us and I never got his last name, so I'm sorry... write me, mon ami, so I can fix this entry) .
My superb bandmates Sidi Ali (Guillaume Villadier) and Silvain Vanot, with the man who started it all for me in France, writer Richard Robert.
Backstage: guest performer, Martha Redivivus of Norway's Thinguma*jigsaw, who played magical Saw, and the inspired Alban Dereyer, who leaped onstage with Vincent to sing with us.
A lovely bunch of mugs: Thinguma*jigsaw's other half, banjoist Seth Horatio Buncombe, Luke Temple's partner, multi instrumentalist Tyler Wood, moi, et the annoying and impossibly French Sing Sing, whom I could not get rid of for the entire fucking trip.These pics indicate an enormous amount of drinking and smoking, which I only agreed to tolerate in the spirit of international brotherhood.
And another at Notre Dame, with me as Quasimodo. "I used to be on Kill Rock Stars, and all I got was this lousy hoodie" ...nah.
More of these to come, especially once all the others send me the pics they took.
Missing in all these is my beloved pal Baptiste, who decided to play some football the day of the show and broke his leg!
However, we did visit Gainsbourg's house together and share a great after-hours night of cognac, indoor smokes (ssh!) and singalong.
I miss Paris, and all these friends, but it's great to be home. And we all recover now... slowly.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
i keep trying to type the letter A and hitting Q, so you know, this is difficult.
these days in Paris hqve been long and full - full of pastis and coffee and smoke and laughter, and i will miss the city and qll these incredible people even though i cant wait to get home to my family...
today its notre dame, art opening, absinthe shop, some goodbyes.
i`ll write more once i am home and there will be more time for this, but i wanted you to know i am thinking of you.
tonight as usual we will continue until 5 AM and we will lift one of a thousqnd toasts to you, reet?
reet.
these days in Paris hqve been long and full - full of pastis and coffee and smoke and laughter, and i will miss the city and qll these incredible people even though i cant wait to get home to my family...
today its notre dame, art opening, absinthe shop, some goodbyes.
i`ll write more once i am home and there will be more time for this, but i wanted you to know i am thinking of you.
tonight as usual we will continue until 5 AM and we will lift one of a thousqnd toasts to you, reet?
reet.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Facts about Paris
Everyone lives on the 4th floor
Everything is uphill
Sport Murphy loves it anyway
French keyboards are confusing
For this reason I will only add...
It was a great success last night
More to come
Everyone lives on the 4th floor
Everything is uphill
Sport Murphy loves it anyway
French keyboards are confusing
For this reason I will only add...
It was a great success last night
More to come