Paris, Peter Murphy and Western Canada tour Dates
Me, Bart Bull & Carolyn Heinze in Paris last week.
In Paris I felt constantly watched.
I bought several Metro tickets but failed to procure cPAN her map of the transit system. C'est dommage. I used my Quebecois french and felt like a hack. I avoided the entire city to rehearse at Fiachna's apartment. I played his dobro, leaving only once to watch hockey with Rico and Kristofer.
As I write this Glasgow is exploding. It must be that everyone under 25 is out on the street right now.
Ireland was a whirlwind. I had already prepared myself for the bizarre-ness of being in my beloved Dublin with another band. We drove in from Dun Laoghaire as the rain came down. I spent most of the day rehearsing with Simo and the Kassette girls and then A Camp shreddded at Academy to the best crowd of the tour.
Up to Belfast where the bus was broken into. Nobody's stuff was taken but they ransacked the place and stole plasma TVs. We have since acquired a new bus, an ancient double decker with the internet.
I drove us 45 minutes in the wrong direction coming out of Belfast which is okay if you're looking for sights but it was late and it was a struggle to stay awake at the wheel. The Judge was along for the ride as was Cassidy from Slane so together we made it back alive. A Swiss band was sleeping in our beds when we got to Slane. The fact that they were brilliant allowed us to forgive them.
One Irish breakfast later, it was over to the Library Bar to meet Peter Murphy. What a brilliant character, I was in awe of him and therefore nothing but simpleton drivel came out in my answers. Luckily, they are preserved on 2 cassette tapes which he will have to transcribe at some point. I have his book John The Revelator and can't wait to read more of it.
That interview (for Hotpress) kicked me in the gonads and then I screwed my head on sort-of straight for the show. Thankfully, as is usually the case in Dublin, I was saved by friends - Simon Martin on guitar, Marc Aubelle on the soundboard, Matt Lunson (dueting on This Mess We're In) and Kevin McGuane who spent his day off hanging bed sheets to cover up the shitty walls upstairs at Whelans.
Afterwards, a downward spiral involving Black Bush, Lillies and PMS crushed my tiny body into a terrible sight. I reduced myself to a speck and put myself on a Ryanair flight to Glasgow. When I finally got to my hotel room, I slept away the madness and now all I want to do is drown in green tea, edge back towards the Great White North and look forward to my tour out west.
May 12 WINNIPEG Park Theatre
May 13 SASKATOON Grace Westminster United Church
May 14 EDMONTON Haven Social Club
May 15 CALGARY Marquee
come out! rock awaits you.