The long road along the Pyrénées, mesmerized by the snowy mountains. Back to Euskal Herria, it’s been a few years since Biarritz & La Gare du Midi. The venue is old and cold, it’s freezing on stage. But we gather downstairs in the dressing rooms and meet old friends, talking about underwater wine fermentation and gigantic caves at the spanish border, where witches made sabbaths and thousands of people watched underground concerts. The gig is warm but the sitting audience feels a bit like the public in a cinema, until they stand up for the last song.
