The story of a journey
Our first concert was held in a place called "le 211"... Only the sky above our heads, sweating under reunion sun, setting up all the stuff on stage.. We felt like we were in the heaven found in hell. Overwhelming sense of :"well...we are doing it guys...we are doing it...all by ourselves"
First coughs, first uneasy feelings...we had to play, but we sent our sound engineer in the Arena first, with his laptop, bass guitar and drums...He was just extraordinary. In my mind I thought "we should have been doing his first part dudes..."
The road, the mountains...the road, the mountains...feeling lonely, even surrounded by seven crazy people. Turning and turning, twisting...was it the smoke, was it the ladies, was it the music...Might have been anything really, but the inspiration was back.
We wrote a song over there, we wrote a song..."Change":
Are you in anyway, any respect or anything
The wind passes by demeaning some or all your past
Slipping through your hands, falling to disgrace
Have you said enough
Have you played enough
People are changing in aspect and for real
Changing in screens, shots, energy, savings
Things around you are moving to fast
Faces are mixing on your colour-blinded mind
Everything is winding, sucking through the meat
Pickering piece by piece until it empties
So what now do we all sit and do we cheer
the journey is ending in cracks, pops...in nothing
How to know if you get it right
We met a lot of people, and mostly nice people. And we also met Crossbreed, its true soul. We did not know some "facettes" of some of the boys : Arms does catch a cold, he's human; Guylain is the youngest of the band; Laurent is the wisest; Roro sleeps like a baby; Vincent can be nice sometimes...And francoise is Funny!!!!! Jordi is sexy and Gavin takes a bath at least, everyday! All prejudgements have disappeared, and we are hoping for the best...
I will post Pics and vids soon! Hold on...





