We watched ‘Big Eyes’ on the plane and cried whilst drinking wine.
The bored-looking customs officer asked “Going?”
-“Toulouse,” we responded.
“You’re going TO LOSE!? Ahahahaha!” STAMP!
My second tour of Europe this year had begun. 7 shows booked through France, Belgium and Germany.
We took the tram through sunny Toulouse. Saturated magenta roses were in bloom everywhere and we could smell their perfume.
That night, sleepy and jet-lagged we retired to our bedroom in Cy’s basement. All the roomies were out, the house was empty and we began to, you know, do what married people do. In the middle of a compromising position, we suddenly heard someone trying to rattle open our window.
“Eeek! What was that!?”
-“Must be a pervert!” I said.
“Could be a burglar!”
Robert grabbed a tiny, wimpy-looking garden hoe for protection. He ran about the house, turning on lights in every room. Suddenly, we heard thumping on the garage door.
“Someone’s trying to get in! First we’ll call Cy, then we’ll call the police,” said Robert in a panicked voice.
Robert shone a flashlight through the front window to see who was there. BOOM went the window. We jumped back in alarm and shone the flashlight again. A brown cat threw its body at the window, like a bird crashing into glass. It must’ve been chasing the lights as they went on around the house.
“A cat burglar! Ahahaha!” We went back to bed, relieved.
The Rose Béton Festival in Toulouse celebrates urban art, like graffiti and hip hop. They invited me to perform at Les Musicophages and paid for my flight to Europe, which made me feel pretty good. My performance was to be part of a showcase for female artists. After a smooth sound-check, I performed in the big white room, while people danced or watched the performance from the sidewalk through large windows. Before the tour, I bought a white dress so audience members could draw and sign it after every show on the tour.
After the show, lovely ladies drew on my dress. We ate quiche, pizza, cake, drank wine and laughed.
Fellow musician Krista Muir was also on tour and staying at Cy’s. We all went to the market together, bought the most delicious saucisson, goat cheese, baguette and strawberries. We sat by a fountain to eat while the sun seared the clouds away with its laser eye.
That evening, we all went to a festival Cy helped organize called ‘Indélébile’, for independent book publishers. It takes place at La Chapelle, a church converted into a space for exhibitions and concerts.
The next day, we packed and boarded a train to Bordeaux.
This is the first instalment of an 8-part-blog, posted Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Part 2 will be posted Wednesday, June 10th