Thursday, March 8, 2007
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Tour update
As expected, more tour dates have been added in July, but I think they are all Paris dates. Yippee! Being in France is nice, but being in Paris is excellent. Last time I was here, I hated Paris and loved Lyon. But this time, with a teeny bit of say in what I do, it's better. I was 17 on a class trip with teachers, so we stayed in Pigalle (home of the Moulin Rouge) with a bunch of sleazy European guys hitting on us all the time. Surprise surprise that I didn't leave with the best impression of Paris.
Now, it's a different ballgame. The metro is super easy to navigate, especially after having lived in DC for so long. And famewise, it's still easy to be mobile, nobody really recognizes us much, and if they do, it's so polite that it's not a problem. Mostly just, "bravo!"
We apparently meet a lot of celebrities at the VIP after-thingie, but since we're American we don't know who they are and just don't get it. For instance, two shows ago, I politely told the this cute tanned, blond girl that she should come to California because she has a good look and they'd like her a lot there. The next day, our french singer told me that she's the french equivalent of Britney Spears! How funny is that?
I've still yet to tell of the adventures I had when I met up with my french exchange student and went to her house for dinner. I'll save that for later. I've got to go eat in the cafeteria before dinner. I swear we're adults, but are you starting to notice that this trip is still sort of like a college field trip? Group dinners, group shopping...
Now, it's a different ballgame. The metro is super easy to navigate, especially after having lived in DC for so long. And famewise, it's still easy to be mobile, nobody really recognizes us much, and if they do, it's so polite that it's not a problem. Mostly just, "bravo!"
We apparently meet a lot of celebrities at the VIP after-thingie, but since we're American we don't know who they are and just don't get it. For instance, two shows ago, I politely told the this cute tanned, blond girl that she should come to California because she has a good look and they'd like her a lot there. The next day, our french singer told me that she's the french equivalent of Britney Spears! How funny is that?
I've still yet to tell of the adventures I had when I met up with my french exchange student and went to her house for dinner. I'll save that for later. I've got to go eat in the cafeteria before dinner. I swear we're adults, but are you starting to notice that this trip is still sort of like a college field trip? Group dinners, group shopping...
Monday, March 5, 2007
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Show #2
The show went fabulous. It's getting better each night, as it should. Our friend got us invited to some super hot french club, Mandala Ray, into the VIP section as special guests, so we left the venue fairly early tonight. Two of the other girls left immediately w/two of the instrumentalists and made it home without incident. Me and another girl left about 5-10 minutes after them because our warddrobe girl needed the key to our room to do our gig laundry. Apparently those 10 minutes changed the climate. When we left in our jeans with our wheelie bags behind us, walking the 4 minute walk to our hotel, we had to stop and wave about 20 times at the bazillion french people who kept shouting out, "bravo," "magnifique," "super," "parfait," etc. Accolades, man. It was so surreal and great. Surprisingly comfortable too. Maybe in some past life I was a pageant queen with the gracious wave going on, because I did a good imitation of someone who knew how to take a compliment! One group of 5 older people asked if we had dinner plans and I told them that someone was throwing us a party, thank you.
This is going to be interesting. After it didn't happen on the first night, I'd waved off the possibility of groupies, etc. But it's going to happen. Even inside the hotel, waiting for the cab to the club, we took pictures with random people who asked for autographs, etc. Maybe after word gets out that our artist is not staying in the same hotel as us, some of it will die down. But the french are way more polite as groupies than Americans. Everybody shouts compliments, but at a nice distance. No wonder Johnny Depp loves living here.
Somebody yesterday read a review that only said of us that all the musicians are Americans and the girls had on short dresses! Hilarious.
The club was nice. The music was a little different. A lot of house music. They snuck in some hip hop and American stuff eventually. Lots of smoke. My hair still smells. And the promoter who invited us to this double velvet rope section gave us some ridiculously expensive $800/a bottle champagne (due to which, I have a nice little headache brewing this morning) that was presented to us in a huge glass bowl with a fireworks sparkler. Very easy for the guys to show off when they order something good: you see fireworks crossing the room to the person who ordered it. The walk from the kitchen to VIP was short so the sparkler was short-lived and underwhelming. I watch all of this sort of out of body and it's pretty funny.
Our friend who sings at this club brought his wife and she was fairly bored. I talked to her a lot of the night since she mostly speaks french and is such a sweetie. Everybody else is bumpin' on the dance floor and she and I are discussing class and race differences between France and the US! I also talked with a friend of a friend who's this world traveling Strangée type character. Her hair was PERFECTLY screwed up and she was so over the top FABU. She's a fashion buyer originally from the States.
Anyhow, that's as much as I have time to say. We have a matinee show today and I need to go get it together before soundcheck. People are already lining up outside my window (5 floors down) for the concert. Love y'all. Keep the comments flowing - I love the energy.
This is going to be interesting. After it didn't happen on the first night, I'd waved off the possibility of groupies, etc. But it's going to happen. Even inside the hotel, waiting for the cab to the club, we took pictures with random people who asked for autographs, etc. Maybe after word gets out that our artist is not staying in the same hotel as us, some of it will die down. But the french are way more polite as groupies than Americans. Everybody shouts compliments, but at a nice distance. No wonder Johnny Depp loves living here.
Somebody yesterday read a review that only said of us that all the musicians are Americans and the girls had on short dresses! Hilarious.
The club was nice. The music was a little different. A lot of house music. They snuck in some hip hop and American stuff eventually. Lots of smoke. My hair still smells. And the promoter who invited us to this double velvet rope section gave us some ridiculously expensive $800/a bottle champagne (due to which, I have a nice little headache brewing this morning) that was presented to us in a huge glass bowl with a fireworks sparkler. Very easy for the guys to show off when they order something good: you see fireworks crossing the room to the person who ordered it. The walk from the kitchen to VIP was short so the sparkler was short-lived and underwhelming. I watch all of this sort of out of body and it's pretty funny.
Our friend who sings at this club brought his wife and she was fairly bored. I talked to her a lot of the night since she mostly speaks french and is such a sweetie. Everybody else is bumpin' on the dance floor and she and I are discussing class and race differences between France and the US! I also talked with a friend of a friend who's this world traveling Strangée type character. Her hair was PERFECTLY screwed up and she was so over the top FABU. She's a fashion buyer originally from the States.
Anyhow, that's as much as I have time to say. We have a matinee show today and I need to go get it together before soundcheck. People are already lining up outside my window (5 floors down) for the concert. Love y'all. Keep the comments flowing - I love the energy.
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