We came in on a bright afternoon and the sun bounced off the surface of the Leman. In the distance Switzerland glimmered in the haze. They took us backstage to a big castle overlooking the site and everybody gasped in awe but in the end we found the dressing rooms behind the building, in the usual overheated prefab box. During the gig we felt the presence of the endless waters behind us… the audience was welcoming and warm and charlie jumped off stage in a wild leap, but broke no leg. And then night came and a black thunderstorm crossed the lake, fast as a flashflood, and with lightning thunderstrikes and raindrops that felt like gunshots it hammered the people and everyone fled in terror. Blame it on the gods of electricity.
Moriarty on tour: Montjoux Festival, Thonon, 09.07.11.
