Mons’ train station has massive concrete steps that lead to nowhere and look like they were made for giants with invisible houses. We walked down streets with red brick walls that reminded Robert of England.
Miss Év lives in a 4-storey slim and beautiful house with a crazy chien named Justin, two cats that hate him and one fish that doesn’t care.
She made us quiche.
We walked to Bateau Ivres, a tall building that usually houses heavy music. The soundcheck was… well… interesting. My instruments sounded so different, I couldn’t recognize them. The board must’ve been e.q.ed for metal / punk bands and the soundman couldn’t picture how my music should sound like. The “ping!” on my keyboard sounded like a “PRRAHH!” and he couldn’t do a thing about it. All well, the show must go on.
Feeling down, I left the venue for French fries and cola. The venue began to fill. Two friends came all the way from Brussels to see the show. I got really nervous. The venue was full to the brim, I put on a brave face and went onstage.
I played my set as best I could, feeling defeated on the inside but smiling on the outside. The crowd slowly got into the music and my fears and sadness subsided. They all managed to come together for a group hug. Maybe they were noise-metal fans and liked the way my music sounded?
After the show, many people congratulated me and complimented my performance, which made me very happy. I talked to an inspiring organic farmer who left his job and the city to live off the land. I joked with a charming guy who was high on acid, we acted like robots. The booker gave us samples of several fine Belgian beers and we spent the night tasting all of them.
The next day, Miss Év took us on a tour on Mons. Nude people painted in different colours wandered the city and seemed to follow us as we walked about.
A metal monkey you touch for good luck, waffles, crepes, the cathedral, a look-out with a view of rooftops and smokestacks, a beer cocktail, La Chouffe beer on a terrasse.