Telegrams

Roaming around Melbourne’s St Kilda … full moon, summer night, lunapark, old seaside theater, Harley-Davidson gangs. Australia, January 2012.

Taking off to St-Denis-Sydney-Melbourne. Arrival in 28 hours.

December 2011. The tour goes on. After a train ride through shiny waters and floating mountains again, we reach Perpignan and its train station, celebrated by Dali as the Center of the Universe (the axis around which the Iberian Peninsula revolved 132 million years ago…) Then the odd silhouettes of the Théâtre de l’Archipel loom over us… a gigantic red sphere. A pinkish concrete...

Moriarty on tour, Southern France, december 2011: after a month in the cold plains of Germany and the fogs of eastern Europe we’re all blinded by the pinkish sunlights and pristine surreal reflections on the coastal waters. Lakes like mirrors, mountains on the horizon floating in mid-air, hovering above a cushion of fog, possibly man-made. We reach Istres at the edge of the industrial zones...

Théâtre de Lorient – CDDB, 16.12.11. Memories from the Missing Room took shape for the third time. The whole thing was quite a rush, no time for a real rehearsal. But the energy was there between all the members of the team… the technicians, Morgan on the sound, Kelig on the lights, Christophe on the revolving stage, Marc the director, his assistant Tünde, the actors Geoffrey Carey...

Here we are! the stage is set we’re back into the old motel room, number 08. The staff drove the whole thing a few hundred miles, then built it back up: walls doors windows bed lamps and revolving stage. Philipe Dupuy has his machines, inks and pens ready. Director Marc Lainé is rehearsing with the actors, Priscilla, Geoffrey and Philip. We watch the huge room of the CDDB that should be...

Waiting for the storm. Saint-Malo dec.16th. Omnibus. Late in the night Emeric drove Arthur and Charles at the edge of the raging ocean… waves crahing against the Pointe de la Varde.

Last week, final acoustic show in Paris: Musée de la Police. Most people thought it was a hoax. But actually the place was quite interesting… full of stories, atmospheres, crime scene photographs, outlandish characters. Quite a challenge. Then we realized the museum was on the third floor of a central police station. Of course they never had a music band come in and do a concert in there...

On the road to Lorient through stormy weather.

La Cigale, Paris, December 6th 2011. Three years after! Lail Arad opens the gig in front of fifteen hundred people packed in the room, she ends it with Everybody’s moving to Berlin; and indeed outside it’s freezing cold. We start with Isabella, Cottonflower, trying to get used to the big stage again after a week of small acoustic shows. Then in the middle of the harmonica solo in...