Time flies, I got my phone. I try to find a rhythm of creation, but it's not always easy with the harassment that self-imposed between his mobile, Internet and other media. Stop. Start from the beginning.
Paris. A date a little isolated at the international level in the 11 th. An evening with Belgian Summer 67 and Cafeneon. On October 17 we will engulf in a mini-bus to Paris with the guys. A new in the band, Eric Dory, who arrived with his guitar and mandolin air in the heart. The atmosphere is good and the same way streets of Paris fail to demoralize us:) Good post, it's also a lot of energy because we do the round trip in the night and loading and unloading only are the moments we prefer, but hey each trade has its drawbacks, right? So we are happy to play in Paris. Yeah!
We cross Cafeneon will begin its balance. I was told not to worry for the delay, we will start not before 21:30. Paris is, what! I would like to thank the team in passing BIP, Belgian in Paris, who welcomed us very nicely on that date and who do a lot for the culture "Belgian" (if there is another one!) In Paris. The bar is rock and roll concert, I love this kind of atmosphere.
We open the evening around 9:32 p.m., not full but hey it's normal since the time on a Saturday. The set went well. The public is a bit remote for my taste but hey, I know that in the capital it is. After a good restaurant with my editor and the rest of the team, attempting to cross the shielded room now to get our equipment and go to Brussels. Not won. Nicolas and Summer 67 are spirited to set fire to the international and shot to sneak between people with all the gear (including a bass, two amps, ...), it's pretty fun, we must well said. Looks like a test of Fort Boyard ... Luckily I have a team with a concrete moral iron (thank you guys!).
I arrive home, it's 5 o'clock in the morning. Brussels awake and I sleep.
Monday, 10/19 Friday, 23/10 -
The program of the week reading, writing, accounting and singing lessons. A play to be written for December, two songs in order and a live program to prepare for next week. Work at home, quietly under a gray sky. I like it. it feels good. I prepare a duet with Sophie for the great D6bels On stage that registers the 29/10. Mine is not the job because it is not the kind of song that I used and more is in English. But I'm having every day and I'm liking. I'm singing lessons when I received Training of Team Coach in September and I recorded on my little M-Audio. The sweet voice of Julia Pelaez with me effectively to coach me. Sing all day, just for me, myself heartening to hear, makes me lighter. I am out of the intellect, my lyrics, my little issues. It is a natural anti-depressant as efficient as Omegas 3:)
Last night I saw the very impressive story From Nuremberg to Nuremberg Frédéric Rossif on a text by Philip Meyer. What a crazy time. When it plunges back into the Second World War in depth, it makes you totally confused compared to the man, his humanity and inhumanity. It's obvious you'll say goodbye but the images moves me every time, cut my legs. When I think back to these emaciated bodies removed by shovel like common trash and swept into any ditch, it chills my blood and faith in man.
My phone just rang. "You're still alive?" I have a proposal for work to do to you next year? "
Life, Still Life. I take a deep breath.
And you okay?
