in paris for 25 minutes.
you laugh. ‘oh, he must be exaggerating.’
but no. if you exclude the time in the airport or the time in the car, my feet have touched parisian concrete for 25 minutes.
drive to airport
fly to paris
drive to tv studio
perform on tv show
get in car
drive to airport
fly, i’m assuming, to london.
and how is everybody today? i’m just fine, thank you for asking.
we had a rehearsal yesterday and it felt so nice to be playing music with other people. i love making music by myself in my little studio, but there’s really something to be said for the gregarious, communal aspect of making music en masse.
ooh, i wrote french. en masse, mais oui, je suis une pamplemousse.
in case you’re wondering, my french hasn’t improved. and my french lexicon is still rudimentary at best.
charles de gaulle airport is interesting. it’s got these little ‘people mover tubes’ that criss-cross through the central part of the terminal. and no matter how nice it is outside (like today), it always feels cloudy and gloomy in and around charles de gaulle airport. it’s made out of old concrete, and it’s interesting from an architectural perspective, but it always feels overcast.
and it’s been interesting, during my 25 minute stay, to ask people their thoughts about le pen. a french friend of mine said, ‘for the first time in my life i’m embarrassed to call myself a french woman.’ but this le pen nonsense is just a momentary blip on the political scene, right?
right? or is their some nasty under-belly of european fascism just waiting to rear it’s ugly head?
probably not. well, hopefully not.
it was so beautiful in paris today (well, for the 25 minutes that i was actually there). paris en (or is it ‘au’? or something else?) printemps.
ok, talk to you soon.
bye for now,
moby