Lyon

Back in Lyon again. My french parents are out of town (in Paris) so they come to our concert here, nor can I sup at their house, but they are going to try to come to a show in Geneva, where their son lives with his Caribbean wife. Do you think having a black girl living in his house for a month shaped any of that? My brother told me once that our white brother (as I call him - he lived in our house his senior year of high school - he was a next door neighbor/friend of the family/ex-babysittee) said he used to have some babysitter crush on me... Just kidding, the thought is too funny. If you saw how I looked in Lyon, it's amazing that he likes any black women! Half perm, half natural - it was a mess. Unfortunately though, the black women in Paris weren't faring much better last week. We saw a lot of glued-on looking weaves. It's as if the new immigrants from Africa just skipped the perm revolution and ran headfirst into weaves. Any half-rate American stylist could make a killing over here doing black hair. It's a severely underserved market, which is why I'm all weaved up by my bandmate.

Lyon is nice and the air is clean, but my memories are almost exactly opposite of my current reality. The fashion choices look a little better than Paris - strangely enough. It's as if they took out all of the trick choices that you might foolishly make and only left the good stuff here in Lyon. Does that mean I'm conservative? Nah. But I do think I'm classic enough that some of that trashy faux-American crap I saw in Paris stores turned me off a bit. But I'm discussing all the good stuff first before I go into the wow-I'm-surprised-I-don't-like-it-better-than-Paris spiel. Last time around, I hated Paris and loved Lyon. Then again I was living in somebody's house and being fed. And sure, the metro is still as cute as I remembered it, but that's because it's like a replica of Paris or DC. It doesn't go anywhere! There's nowhere to go. This is a pretty small town still, despite being one of the top 5 in France I believe. I think it strikes me like how I'd probably feel about Houston after having living in LA and DC.

And that's where the change in mood comes in. When I came to France, I was a kid from St. Louis. Paris was unwieldy and they put us in a dive neighborhood. Now I'm an adult. I've lived in two REAL cities, one with a great metro system. Lyon seems so small, sort of like entering your high school cafeteria or auditorium 10 years later. The ceilings seemed to have dropped. Everything's relative, and relatively speaking, I really like Paris. I even like quaint Limoges. Lyon now seems like this in-between teenager city with overly big teeth and ears. Too big to be cute, too small to be stately. It's only been a day and a half, so we'll see, but I'm diggin' it significantly less than last time.

J'ai deux amours, California et Paris. Time's moving fast. I'll be home soon enough. We've got 9 cities to go and then it's breaktime. All the cities on the second half are decidedly sexier than this first route. But I'll be excited to see Brussels and Geneva. Technically, I've been IN Switzerland before, but I've never really been TO Switzerland, so it'll be cool to see another country. All we did was ski for a day in the Swiss Alps in high school, so that barely counts.

PS - There's killer American-style mall next to our hotel this time!