I swear I tried to find another name. But I couldn’t. Each time I go there it’s an experience. Even more this time, as it was (also) for Richard, but… let the time flies while I tell you the whole censored story…
First the week was more or less a disaster. I mean, officially I work for a company…who juste fired half of the team. Weird feelings when u arrived to a floor (half) empty… I mean, I spent so much time (in the office) (outside) with them that some of them became friends. Some others more than simple colleagues. And YES for some of them I strictly don’t care. Sorry.
Additionnally, things make the things worst (maybe) and… “no fate, but what we make”
And finally the weekend arrived, with a (short)trip to Paris. Paname. My capital. My love and my hate. I love this city as much as I hate her. I could speak about how I miraculously I arrived to her, thanks to some bus drivers, pilots, crew, cabman and – of course – Mr Montana himself. Even if we spent 20 minutes to try to find each other, thanks to a deficient technology. Technology about which I should/will write later.
Anyway.
Short walk around Montmartre, trying to find a bar opened just in order to share a beer, after having find some nice graffitis and…
RIP my MacBook. At least his screen. Fuck. We’re so dependent from the technology (again). Trust me, this and a shitty coffee lets you enter the day in a bad bad way.
But we’re in Paris, so that’s a pleasure to walk around and see lovely urban art. From La Chapelle (Obey, Space Invaders) to St Germain (Obey, Space, MBW), the time is nice, and I even meet my parents… when it rains but that was not scheduled this way. Blah blah and some Ethiopian food eaten, spicy but good, I go back to depress in my hotel room.
But my friends are what they are and around 1h, Mr Montana, TKK and I we meet them inside (oh yes, so much inside) La Vilette where the music is already so loud that the floor is vibrating. Or pulsing. Or… Okay you got the idea.
Blahblah again, chitchat with everyone, Mandy makes everyone happy and when Marc Houle starts we’re still talking about life, like girls (sorry for this one darlings, that was easy)… Break, beers and at 2am THE show starts.
I will probably write more later about this, not only the man or the show but more globally about M-nus, just a suggestion : run to see him.
Who? P L A S T I K M A N.
In some words : Amazing. Magical. Visual. Music. Sound. History. Contakt. Love.
Boom.
Going back to the hotel while Magda is trying to win a difficult bet, but that’s still nice.
ZZZzzzZZZ
Again a walk, first because I need books (yeah ‘coz of course I did only the discs the day before : I’m amazed by the price of the culture in France – as in Spain – but hey, there’s second hand shop, that’s just time consuming that’s all) and then because I had spare time after the hotel but before my trip back. So direction the Pantheon as I heard there was some nice things to see (thanks Aurore for the tip) and I’m happy to leave Paris with the vision of an open air exhibition from Jeff Aerosol. A pleasure for the eyes. A visual candy. Yummy.
Then? Nothing to say, I can go back to Spain – seems that the ashcloud is not against me – and here we are, monday.
I already took an hotel for the Upfest in Bristol. I might go to Dublin soon. I want to go back to London and Paris. I’m waiting for Sonar with Tony and Richard.
And there’s so many things to do…
BBBbbbRRR
