Just lots of driving. We’ve mostly been eating rest stop food. Please don’t put a sandwich in one of those burnt presses that turns it into an antique football. It makes me grumpy. We did magically run into Cowtown at said rest stop. They had come from an evening of camping and seemed chipper.
We were not chipper. By the time we reached suburban Paris it was 9 o’clock. The van handled the Parisian traffic like a tilt-a-whirl. Mike was burnt out on Glen Campbell, Esther read The Golden Compass in the dark, Alan and Justyna were burnt out on Tetris, Greg sang endless pop choruses, I had to pee-iss, and we had nowhere to stay.
Electrical Audio’s reputation came to the rescue once again in La Frette. Lionel, a former engineering intern happened to work at La Frette, a recording studio housed in a 3-story, 20-room mansion, once owned by Professor Plum. What started as a visit while Lionel mixed Plants and Animals’ new album soon turned into an invitation to a sleepover. We gladly accepted.
Mike cooked dinner for us, and did his best with gas station vegetables and gas station cus cus. Luckily the studio was equipped with lots of old powdering spices and curries. It would be the healthiest thing we would eat all tour. While dinner simmered, Alan and Esther played original compositions on a Bosendorfer piano. It felt like playing a piano made of dominoes.
After dinner we retired like zombies to our rooms in the mansion. The ghosts of bands past sung us to sleep. To think that just last night we were in dirty Toulouse, doubling up in bunk beds shared with spiders. Spiders, ghosts, and zombies.
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