Baguette, lavette, chofraise

Ok, I think this tour has peaked for me now;
Joe pissed on my hand
Z-marr has beaten me up more times then I want to think about
Andy lured me into drinking Vodka-redbull-piss
And finally Trevor whacked me in the face with a Baguette.
If Combichrist can´t kill me, nothing can.
And they´ve been trying.

Anyway.

France.

Apart from the dirty, dirty backstage I really like Paris.
This was my first visit and I liked alot of things; the architecture is amazing and its history reverberates through every street-corner and every direction.
We walked around an ancient graveyard in Montemartre and it was a beutiful day.
Sheere love.

The show

People seemed to really like us in Paris, to our supprise.
Allthough after the show things went to shit fast.
True to my usual style I dodge two yearning groupie-girls and wound up talking technical and music-topics with some fat guys. Yes! / no! / Shit, i never learn!

And then we spent an hour searching for a wine bottle-opener AT A FRENCH CLUB!
How can they NOT have a wine bottle-opener?
WHY would they give us 2 bottles of wine and no opener?

So eventually we smashed the bottles open and drank them.

After that the promoters made Combichrist buy some smashed microphones and things got pretty ugly. Arguements. arguements..

And the stage-hands at the venue obviously tried to steal Johan´s synths, hiding them away in the back of the stage.. Fucking froglickers!

I liked Paris alot, but I´m glad to be somewhere else for a while.
Sadly I think that was the last really punk venue on the tour, and iI like things punk..
So now Im looking forward to Zürich. to Rolf and Bruno.

Elliott out