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Moriarty on tour: Théâtre du Petit-Champlain, Québec, February 20th 2014 Arrival in Québec City, straight into the old town and its funny Christmas-carrollian atmosphere. We carry the instruments through the cold air, up the old stairs leading to the Théâtre du Petit-Champlain. The whole place has changed since last year. It’s now setup to look as the legendary cabaret du Ti’Père, walls covered...

A secret, improvised gig in a small bar in northern Paris… testing out new songs after weeks of seclusion inside our studio, working out ways to compose, decompose, recompose music. Old songs like “Cottonflower”, “Private Lily”, “I Will Do”, or “How Many Tides”, as well as the songs from our latest album “Fugitives”, were deconstructed and rebuilt in an acoustic way, in order to be able to...

The Babylon, nested into the furious Asmalı Mescit neighborhood, is a small but quite legendary club. Tonight it’s sold-out and packed with 400 people (That feels like a lot, even in the middle of the fourteen million inhabitants of the city). It’s our first « official » gig in front of the turkish audience, so we pull out a few old songs that we haven’t played in a while, like...

Moriarty on tour: Paris-Montréal, February 19th, 2014. Departure for the cold lands. Air Canada, Boeing 777 with few passengers in it and a surprisingly senior/elderly flight crew. As we are about to board, we talk about our journey to come, and a concert we will do in a place called Waterloo in Quebec… next to us, a lady turns around and says with a delightful accent: “Attention parce que ça...

A cold wet night in Paris, but it’s sweltering hot inside the Cigale. Christine Salem opens the show with her percussionnists, aka les tontons, Harry & David, pounding some maloya beats and calling the spirits to rise. The three Mama Rosins then pick it up, merging the creole vibes from both sides of the planet. Then it’s Moriarty’s turn with the Fugitives’songs...

Moriarty on tour: acoustic concert in Mauritius (Indian Ocean) 04.03.2013. Flying in from the Reunion Island, hopping above the unreal depths of the Indian Ocean, Mauritius comes into sight through clouds and lagoons: spiky moutains and rocky outcrops jutting out of the flat earth and sea, like the teeth and spikes of a buried dragon. Then the aircraft flies low and takes a hard bank turn to the...