Loud

daniel, hayato and me….

So there I was looking forward to a couple of days messing around in Paris, as one does, when Daniel from Apollo Heights called to tell me they were playing a show at La Fleche d’Or, and would I play guitar with them. Well, a normal person would make some excuse but Daniel is somewhat persuasive in his ways, which roughly means I can never say no to the motherfucker, and I found myself, guitar in hand at the venue, a really cool club built in a converted railway station. Now, what I did not write was that last week I played with them in Paris at Le Triptyque and it was, well, let us put it this way, if it had been good I would have written about it, right? But I was happy to meet up with them and do the show because just for one evening I could pretend to myself that I had a social life. I only played on a handful of songs this time, thinking it better to play the ones that I knew the chords for rather than standing like a prick watching them to see what I was meant to be doing and apart from a sound man who liked to change the balance three or four times per song, it was sort of fun. I kinda enjoyed when Francois, the other guitar player broke a string as I just took it upon myself to make a bit of a racket for a few minutes, paying scant regards to the ears of the audience, nor my own for that matter. Yup, loud is good, I really must get a band together so that I can play loud again.