dEUS on tour Official Podcast

« Ever felt like being cheated » were Johnny Rotten’s last words, on January 14 1978,  somewhere around San Francisco. Well, I know it’s not directly your business but during the tour break I felt like going on a trip to the African roots and delights. Perfect trip, perfect continent,  except that my best mate ended up in jail (you know, African style jails : 26 people in a dirty room, two billions mosquito’s sucking your blood straight from your nose, no mattress, no water, no sunlight, no whatever… blah blah blah). He’s fine now, for those who care. But what does that have to do with a dEUS matter and above all podcast you may ask yourself ?
Well, during this trip, a bloody not funny not groovy not sexy not clever wanna be Marabou (half a man half a biscuit) …also nicked my camera. Man, you won’t take it to your whichever heaven, believe me. I’ll get you and your little puppies to listen to Machiavel (the Belgian band, not the great thinker) loud and clear, 25 hours a day, on repeat, volume on 14, staring at the sun, naked, eating only tea leafs… until you send it back to me, mate.
But what does it, for Christ sake, have to do with this pod do I hear you thinking out loud ?
Well, the trouble is : I loved this toy. The digital one. And I had to buy a new one. Quickly. To be able to deliver you these glimpses of life on tour  that we all love (hum hum). So I went to a professional shop. They told me to buy this. Not to believe in that one. Not to even look at the others. And so I did. But, dear music lovers (and a bit of « voyeurs », yes you are, because you are…watching, more than listening !), the sound SUCKS on this machine. Don’t know what to do with it. For a soundpuke, that sucks innit ?
So forgive me, but I’m …a victim. Victim of time… and hurries. And so are you, because you will also have to live through this Rotten (cfr above) sound.
Anyway, La France. Pays de Carla and Sarko who déjà ?!?
We covered it in five steps.
Paris mon amour was first. I know dEUS was due to play Le Zenith. They didn’t succeed in filling up this huge monster. Who cares. The lucky 1600 people who were there know it was…a Christmas present.
A venue full of history …is made to live up to the present. That’s what happened. And we all wish Mister L. Cohen himself was there to witness it. If not, that we were able to catch a couple of his magnificent songs whispered around the corner at the Olympia on the very same evening.
Couldn’t do both. Couldn’t rock you …and surrender to his tender cheeks and sweet melodies.
Leonard, I’m sure Tommy would love to share a white wine or two with you on a magnificent Greek island of your choice. I got Tommy’s number, if you feel like it. Just leave a comment right here if you happen to have some spare time. Promised I’ll reply (how many times have I lied about this already ?)
Bordeaux : yes, we drunk wine. Loads of. And played a damn fine gig. Truly. Shame that during the gig the amplifiers thought differently and decided 5 times to take a (not well deserved) rest. Guess everything’s got a life of its own…in Vino county.
Toulouse, the pink city. Such a marvelous accent. And how can you blame people so deep into the siesta culture. We should all learn from it, amd build a swimming pool …in our living rooms. Hervé, thanks man.
Those gamba’s were made to get a baby walk away from his mother’s chest, and ask for more.
Grenoble : I think it was an almost perfect bill. First the Tindersticks and their poetic inner world. All in subtlety. Deep throat Stuart A Staples directing. And the dEUS members listening. Then the other way around. dEUS acting …and the Tindersticks dancing.
Not to mention our common love for…good delicate and strong whisky. Damn Good evening if u ask me.
See you soon, Pals.
Nancy : has still to happen when writing this. Sorry guys, wanna spend some quality time with my kids when I’ll be home, and don’t plan to get irradiated by my laptop on my only day off.
But please feel free (again) to comment on this blog and let us know what you thought about the show. Ok ?

See you next time around La France. When will it be ? Not a clue. Ask the master of ceremonies. But right now we’ve got a tourbus up and running. Loaded with smelly cheese, good wines, bad newspapers, trendy magazines, shit beers, clean towels, smiles the complexity of…a Hexagon… and above all tons of memories of ways out of cities (banlieues, they dare to name it) venues full of clever people enjoying quality moments, new and old grooves, sometimes complicated lyrics and surely beautiful noises.

Do you want more ? Get Carla to open for us next time.
She knows she won’t regret it.
Her husband might, tho.
Hooooops…

Ciao les Gars.
Et merci.

Vp.

 

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Hum, this one is a bit tricky. gOD knows I love this country. And fellow travelers, Sinta Maria knows I’ve traveled it. From the cool cute and unique Truli’s down south to multiple so called palaces and more basic places (so many squats, in Italy, hi hi hi) in pretty much all the great, amazing, breathtaking Italian cities. They truly are. Amazing. Historically. And architecturally.
But what do I have in common with this country ?
Firstly my mother language, le Français.
Latin, for sure. Studied it at school, and loved it, deeply. Still can read it, I guess (no no, I know, did try on this tour, in a church… yes, I was the guy with the nose up to the magnificent stained glasses, maybe we met…but hey we’ll never never know, and who of you dear readers do …care, anyway ?). But why bother trying to speak a dead language, if you ask me.
My youngest child’s name…César. For sure.
The love of al dente spaguetti…hell oui !!
The teenage love of Italo Calvino is still vivid. But faded away. Good, if you ask me.
Michelangelo Antonioni, who died quite recently, simply changed my life ( and yours, must be) : Blow up, he said…and gently did.
Alberto Giacometti…ohhh so lovely. Deep. Clever. Always. And forever.
A land that has given us, I dare to say the entire Humanity, so much.
From the likes of Dante, Petrarque, Boccace to the great and more down to earth Hugo Pratt(e).
From Nicholas Machiavel(e) to Paolo Conte. Or Pino Daniele.
From Roberto Benigni to the actual and … ho yes living piece of art…Monica Bellucci.
And more recently, the sexy Martina Stella (check Eternal Women(a) by a band called…dEUS). Not made in Italia though…but Brussela.

But what is this podcast all about ? What about what happened during those Italian dates are you gonna ask me ? Because this is what it’s all about, innit, you pompous pretentious I know about Art VP.

So, Yes, we ate Pasta.
So, Yes, we had fun.
And yes we met some nice Italian folks.
And yes we had ice creams.
And yes we love to (and will) come back.
For your pleasure. And ours.
But when the weather will be…how can I say: more appealing…humanly.
Dear Holyness Benoît the XVI, what did we do to deserve such an un-holy weather ? We came to rock you, and your beloved. And we did. And your beloved loved it.
So why did we have to do it…with 5 gallons of rain (a minute, for 4 days in a row, for those who like numbers) on our skinny shoulders ? We were not ready for that. We wanted to shine. And wear our Gucci glasses. Waving the Martini’s on your beautiful terraces.
I know, deep down, that you will do something about it, next time.
And, Holiness, of course you’ll be on the list.

So, have a grappa, some Linguini (e, actually) with Parmigiano, or a Pannini, if you’re lazy. Go see Da Vinci’s work but eating only Grissini. Ride your Ferrari to enter the Vatican city, and maybe enjoy a Visconti movie when you’re done with the anti-pasti. Read some Primo Levi and try to copy Modigliani, if you feel like a new Boticelli.
When night comes down, open a Moravia, swallowing a nice Bruscetta. And another Grappa. Or, maybe, a Sambucca ?  Stay away from the maffia…and go to the Scala. Pardona ? ?
Casanova ? Don’t know her…

Italia, Grazie.
Really.
And please take this, as a gift to what we went through there, with you.
But, between us, look deep into my eyes: in vino veritas.
Waiter, please…
Love, and thanks again folks.
Vp.

 

 dEUS on tour Official Podcast - Italy October/November 2008 [9:23m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

 

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