This is the club in Paris that Thomas hooked up for us. Super cool vibe, dark and red and cramped. We were the only band booked, and then the place gets going late night, with people leaving from 6- 10 am. AM! I want to take a nap just hearing that! We rented drums and an amp w/ Thomas (who deserves all the credit in the world for putting in the time to get the show, finding out where to rent, puttingus up, and shuttling us around) and chilled in the...actually we didn't chill. Christiaan Rollich had taken the train from Amsterdam to meet us, so we all went on a massive all afternoon walking tour of paris. We went everywhere, and even saw the street where prostitutes hang, w/ all these dudes loitering and waiting for their favorite girl to be available again. The hookers were oooooold, and big. Wild. Soundcheck later...dance sound system, not ideal, but it sounded fine, and then we waited, and waited and waited. We were mildly scolded for not having brought more folks, but when we were inviting people, they would respond w/ " I can't get in there". Fancy dancy poo poo pancy! So we started late, which was cool. Sabine, the manager was rad about letting us go on at midnight. Rock and Michele showed, so did Patricia, who had a few drinks in her, so they wouldn't let her in...we talked em into it. The show rocked, we started mellow, and brought it up to speed, and finished strong at 40 min's. Then they said keep playing! Well' we had played our show stopping finish already, so it was a sort of stop starty 4 more songs or so. Some french guy got up and did an impromptu rap beat box ali g thing, which was actually pretty good, though I've never seen Dave so mad. They want us back, we want back. Thomas took the equipment back, the saint, so we could hang w/Christiaan and stay at his hotel in Paris. So we had a few more and bailed about 3 am. Next day was tourist stuff and returning drum widget that Dave forgot to pack. More on that next time!
