ROADLOG: Giverny, France 
Staying at the guest chateau 
Of the Carriere family 
that runs the venue.
It's like my own little private house 
In France for the next two days. 
Giverny, France is a village and former artist colony 
that was home to many painters, most notably, 
Claude Monet, 
who spent the last 30 hrs of his life 
painting in Giverny.
Many of the houses in the village are 500 yrs old
Including the one I am staying in.
They're all brick gingerbread 
Looking houses.
Very quaint and peaceful.
I go for a walk up the hill 
Past the farms 
And see a group of white horses.
One of them approaches the fence 
And I pet him.
Not sure what it is
But ever since I put out 
I see a white / grey horses
In Europe. 
I do not question why.
I just accept it.
Like many other things.

ROADLOG: Gig: Giverny 
Small theater, packed.
Very responsive and respectful audience. 
I'm not used to that.
Usually, during solo shows,
It's a war of volume with the crowd
And I lose.
But tonight,
It is hushed and quiet,
So much so that I think
I played the quietest show of my life. 
Acclaimed French-Belgian actress 

Yolande Moreau attended the show 

And sat right up front throughout 
The set.
She's won three Cesar Awards
Which is the European equivalent 
Of an Oscar.  
Been in some cool films. 
I meet her afterward.
Very sweet person.
We make arrangements with my hosts
To visit her house in the country tomorrow.
After the show,
I drink beer and vibe with the natives
Of the village.
Nice people.
I kick myself in the nuts 
For not learning and remembering 
The French language when i was a kid.
Now I must apologize for not 
Being able to speak their language 
Even though I am from a French speaking 
Part of Louisiana.
Shame on me, I know, I know.
Youth is wasted on the dumb.

My host Martin and his friend Francois 
And myself
Jump in an old car and tear across 
The French countryside 
To the home of 

Yolande Moreau, the actress I mentioned.

Beautiful. Big sky weather once again.
We hang with Yolande and her family
And walk around the property.
They show me the permaculture garden
And various things.
We play a game with steel balls
Called Pantook or something like that.
It's fun. 
Being around a tight group of French speakers
Who know little English 
Definitely makes one feel 
Like a dumb American. 

GIG: Évreux, France
Cool club.
We load in 
And roll with the dudes from 
French psych band You Said Strange 
Who are my hosts.
Good dudes.
Only 17-21 yrs old
And they already have a really good sounding
EP out. 
It should be law that your first record 
Sound like shit.
But this is not the case here. 
I bang out the gig.
Good crowd.
They throw down and jump around
When I get in the Audience. 
After the show,
A handful of local rock & roll MFers
Invite me to jam, drink, smoke,
And hang
At their basement practice space
Located two blocks away.
It's the First week of tour 
And I trying to pace myself 
And not get too crazy just yet.
People may assume these gigs
Are first class affairs with some of the luxuries,
Pampering, and benefits of rock star 
Or even folk band tours 
But the majority of them are not.
Most of them are punk rock level affairs
In clubs, bunkers, regular venues 
With a nice festival or two thrown in,
Which is nice.
But if you don't pace yourself,
You end up a ragged mess.
And crap out. 
Or get sick. 
So basement jam and hang??
What the hell.
Fuck it!
Let's go to the drunken dope jam session.
A group of strangers lead 
Me up the ancient streets
And down a flight of stairs 
Into an old French building 
Into a dank basement 
Where you can smell the bricks.
Room is Filled with band gear.
Somebody gets on drums
Another few guys get on the other instruments.
A toast is made, wine passed around.
Somebody counts it off 
And we kick into a 30 min freak jam
With me singing crazy shit
And about 15 drunk people 
Dancing around in this small room.
Just making shit up
And letting it fly. 
And wine passed around. 
Fun people, the French.
There really is a thing about them
Where they truly like to enjoy life.
I don't know what it is
But it's very evident here 
Just like Louisiana.
Although I wasn't expecting it,
This basement jam will serve 
as a very good memory 
Years from now.
Funny thing,
You do all this planning for the tour and gigs
To make it special and make it an "event"
But it's the unplanned things 
That you have little control over
That always knock you in your ass.
Somebody was shooting video 
So I may actually get to experience this again
One day
And either raise a toast to the French of Évreux 
Or wince at our buffoonery. 
Sante, Évreux.
You were a good surprise. 


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