Our first show with Brit bro's MaxÏmo Park was in the French city of Caen - once again our naivety and 'sorry! English-only!' ignorance left us scratching our heads with how to pronounce it, eventually we got there. The show was super fun and Matt ate the "best chocolate cake in the universe". A special thanks to the rad and enthusiastic ladies who stood up front and sang the words to our songs. Ruling. Here is a pictoral representation of the evenings 'vibe':
The next morning - post mandatory Baguette/Espresso stop - we left for the ever beautiful, ever expensive and ever fucked traffic of Paris! After a few trips around the block and some directional assistance from a friendly French security guard we arrived at La Trabendo. Our manager met us there and we are please to confirm that his moustache still makes him look like a Parisian porn-star. Needless to say, he loves Paris. The show that night ruled, just like last time we were in town. Even though I spoke a lot of shit between songs which i'm sure 0.0001% of the audience understood, the responded with enthusiasm and French hollerings. Awwww, new french pals!!! Pre-show, we had decided to leave after we played for Milan, with our terminator-esque tour manager/sound engineer/best buddy/pseudo-psychologist/San Pelligrino connoisseur Mirko driving through the night; some 900kms away. To prepare for this arduous journey I tried to drink as much as possible in an attempt to comfortable pass out in the back of the van. I actually think i've become less accustomed to drinking on this tour.....fail! Preparin':
We drove.....and drove...and drove...and after many mini-stops, servo snacks and Travelling Wilburys we arrived at MILANO!!!! Man, was it hot! I was quick to change into shorts and have those lil' hairy legs of mine see the light of day. The was wicked fun and the Italians were as hospitable as ever. I said "Grazzi" about 736 times. That night we stayed in - by our standards - a pimped hotel, and on the way saw many Italian ladies-of-the-night......I suddenly feel very ironic.
Next stop: Freiburg in Germany. A bunch of very persceptive local kids booked us a show on the basis we had a day off and their town was on the way to our next show. Germans huh? What a bunch! We arrived to our host Flo's house to a table full of salads, chocolate, coffee and pasta...these dudes were onto a winner. We gorged. We laughed. We probably high-fived. The venue "The Great Reng Teng Teng" was right up IHH's alley; small, dimly-lit and featuring some great cubicle art.
It also offered us an unlimite supply of alcohol. and NOT because of this, the show was amazing. Maybe even the most fun I've had yet on this tour. The place was packed and everyone was out to party. The real fun started post show. HOLY GERONIMO DID THE FUN START. It was a slow rise with basically only Cam and me dancing but then slowly we morphed that place into the greatest dance party I have ever been too......playing only classic 90's dance hits: Ace of Base, 2Unlimited, Vengaboys, Reel 2 Real, Scatman John, Snap etc. Poor Matt over-indulged himself early and had to hit the hay before the hay hit him. But we danced the SHIT out of that place. Oh how we danced.
We drove to Fribourg - in Switzerland. Confusing, right. The show was sweet. We ate like kings....AGAIN. Do i even need to talk anymore about how amazing food is in this continent?! But yes amazing. The venue had the most impressive disco ball I have ever seen:
Our final M.P show was in a really awesome venue, Kofmehl, in Solothurn, Switzerland. It was next door to a sports centre....featuring Mini Golf! Ihh challenged MaxÏmo Park singer Paul to a game........after a tie for first between Paul and I, we had a play off and I totally beat his ass. Victorious motherfucker!
We had a few hours to kill before soundcheck and we found magical room filled with wonder and goodness....I guess this will explain all:
The show was a rad farewell to a great micro-tour with the super nice MaxÏmo Park-ers. I wanna send a nice hearty 'cheerz' to the Solothurnians.....good egg!! Check em out!
We danced for a while after the show with our newfound Kofmehl friends, before retiring to our camping ground for some delicious slumber. Good times, great tour, excess calories. Till next time kids, this is Susie over and out. Big love, huge missin xxxxxxx
Haha glad you still liked Caen, such a shame the people were too lazy to come/dance & sing... but well ^^ seems like you had a lot of fun during the tour :D
ReplyDeleteooh and i've been looking for an english word which could sound a bit like Caen and the best i've come up with for the moment is the philosopher Kant but you pronounce it without the T at the end x)
anyway See you soon hopefully !!
xxxxx
Solly (one of "the rad and enthusiastic ladies who stood up front and sang the words to your songs" ^^
ps: love your blog, tis very funny to read