Operation whitey: May 30th 2010 I went to Paris with a recenty purchased guitar, whitey. After a weekend of musical fun with whitey sadly had to leave it behind with every intentions of going back to get it in a few weeks. This was an interesting trip to Paris though. Sue, Paddy, Peader and myself went over for a few days. Although I didnt bring back the guitar I did get woke at 6 in the morning by peader writing some poem about my nipples and wanted to read it to me along with a nice little
music video geraldine made. I quite like this video just for the fact she used the recorded song which I dont actually play on. Sure look the part though.
May 30th 2011. I thought enough was enough and I booked a ticket to get the guitar. A weird thing always happens me when I land in Paris, i lose all motivation for any sort of productive activity but in a really positive way. Positive in the way when I get home im always nice and recharged and ready for work. I ended up only taking 7 photos during the trip (two of them are the first two below) due to this french motivational black hole called Paris.
I went straight to whitey who was at my friends Patrick and Gerldines house, two of the nicest people I have met. Paddy was also there using his tiny computer. For a guitar that is now 1 year old its still brand new. This time I had a ticket booked to bring it home so it was all looking good. Went out with the guys to the quitest nightclub I have ever been in. It was awesome. You could dance while still having the option to hold a conversation with someone. Them french got it down.
Not waking till late afternoon, Paddy and myself not having played music together for a long time went to the park for a while to give whitey some air. This ended up with recording two new songs in the guys one bedroom apartment bathroom while people watched football in the other room. It was a good day. With very rough versions of the songs down we went to a jazz festival just out side the city for an evening of honky tonk jazz.
The next day we decided to go to a open mic in the city. But Paris is full of obsticles when you want to be productive with the open mic being canceled leaving us with the only option of having a few beers. The next morning we got up to fly back with whitey in hand. The trip took 13 hours but now whitey sits beside my desk, success!
Productivity stopped just about here.
I finally worked out the french for coffee with milk and sugar and Paddy knocks it.
Back in Lahinch the land lord waits for his rent money.
Also have Johns projctor for a few days. Nice.