It's all about moufette

Then time to play came... First band played something between punk and trash metal, it was people of the house band, good. 2 people showed up but it was omekind of last minute show and there was other parties somewhere else i think, does not matter some of the neighbourhood came also... We played. For the second time i watched my friends doing it, it was fun... The funnier was Pierre talking English!!! Perfect French from the Franche Comté accent with a bit of slang he learnt from i don't know where... It was awesome that night!

Then Maladie played and it rocked, just rocked perfectly as something could be rocked, I totally remember they were so much into it, they played as if their lives depended on it or on something that was in the air, maybe dog's hair... Serious it was just impressive, suddenly something happened that night in this house, four kids just so pissed, just so impatient, just so tired, maybe the perfect combination for them!

After that nothing remained alive in Isla Vista, I opened the front door and i saw nothing out, just darkness and an army of dead bodies floating in nothingness, I thought our life would be this house now and there was no burrito left, we almost drank all the beers... But fortunatly appeared from the depth of the mess (was the van) with a bottle of pastis, Nicolas found some beers forgotten in the van or on the porch... Let's do it, let's party like Americans, and Pierre is in a very good slang English mood tonight... But then people left, they were 5! And we just played dance music! Serious it was a good night... We were hungry and we were told of a burrito place in town... And on our way we met a skunk!!! searching for food in the middle of street, then hiding behind cars, the skunk almost sprayed me but then I think he or she saw the confidence in my drunk eyes...

I slept in the van with efren that night... And I felt that my eye got better...

We kinda had shower in the garden before leaving, we read a sports magazine with our feet cause Tito and I were too tired to bend over and grab it... We saw many people going in and out from houses to houses, bikes and fancy cars, front porch with lights on all night long, I suddenly got excited... And Santa Cruz was next!

How the burritos curse began

Clément just started a tour report with pictures, so i'm done with pictures and you can check them out here.

Many cars got towed yesterday night in riverside, actually they have private towing companies and their goal is to make huge benefit, I might have seen towing car passing by soething like 6 times during the night... No comment.

We forgot about the idea of going to the record store cause being stuck in traffic in L.A. is something no one would like to experience!

The heat is still, and there is no other way than endeavour it! We're driving through the desert, passing by big trucks, huge pick ups carrying more huge caravans, huge camping cars carrying cars!! Just think about the gas it represents... And there you don't buy a liter of gas but gallons!

We stopped by gas station that plays M. Jackson music videos... Laaame, it's all about Bamby at that time! We all got snacks and sugar drinks, we're even asked where we're from... and then we're going by seaside, beautiful... Forest and then the coast and then suddenly the fog and it's cold!!! We're told it's because of the Gulf stream and the mountains... We're slowly reaching Santa Barbara, actually Isla Vista which is like a campus town for Santa Barbara... Easy most of the people living here are students so it looks like a huge summer camp, or community... This is a house show and we found the house quite easily, a crusty house in a summer camp, a collective vegetables garden and a hip hop dude with a chihuahua, that's awesome!

While people from the house are moving out furnitures ans stuff we go to the food cop... Damn this is like being a hippy but cool at the same regarding the tons of vegan stuff you can get there! Outside you can get clothes for free... Tito found a very acceptable pair of vans of his size!

There was also a Christian Death shirt and i could certify for sure it belonged before to someone from the Pink Mailbox(that's the name of the house we're playing tonight)!

Once we're back there some started to cook burritos, again... Thanks to Nicolas and I we got beers!

I started to chat with René , about love and other relationships but dealing with feelings, about being involved in a couple and how it can affect our sexuality, the importance sex can have into that relationship... The idea of the ideal, which could be basis of norms for relationships... At that time others were skateboarding: there was a little ramp haha!

Los Angeles

From San diego to Los Angeles we mostly went through what is desert for us! I think i've never experienced such a heat!

The dirve went good, and my eye started to bleed so it got less fat!

The city of Los Angeles is big, but we did not get lost and found the Boulevard Café easily... sort of a good venue, like a club, a big stage, we're asked to show ID...

I decide not to play tonight, some friends try to learn lyrics but it's a bit hard in one hour...

Rogue State starts first, still very good! Then it's like a joke, something like 5 times the same band with same members... sometimes it's hard to wait... Fortunatly Gwen and Caro show up, they're on vacation on West Coast, so much fun! And they got their car towed!!

So it's our turn and i'm watching my band playing, strange! The sound is awful but people seem to like it!

Then maladie played two songs cause no more time for tonight!! End of the joke!

Thanks to my eye i got respect from gangsta like bartenders!

We go to Brent's house, there they cooked us burritos, we can enjoy weed american style or play dominos, i decide to read a book and I would kill for a beer!

We're not really in LA, we're in Riverside and night is cool till a huge guy appears, he seems to be very drunk! We're on the porch and then he yells at us asking for a party

and he knocks at the door... Actually he's a friend of Brent!

Too much for me i go back to my book and everyone seems to fall asleep!

I woke up early so i enjoy the bathroom and left some blood there, terrific!

I can't remember if we had breakfast or not, we're planning to go in a record store!

Hugs and we're back in the van, direction Santa Barbara!

We got lost leaving LA, damn this city is huge!

Da grand SATAN

We're just 7 in the van and it has 8 seats, I seat in the front and i start to feel this luxury... We're on the way to San Diego and the others would join us there, cause some have family and relationships must as we're leaving for a 18 days tour... Thinking about it, I must confess that I really needed to leave my everyday life...

We're getting closed to the border and we're stocked in the traffic but it's better than expected and Mexican border has sort of fiesta air... There are many souvenirs sellers, and they have some unexpected stuff as big wooden turtles, or huge christian crosses and else, we just got some fresh watermelon! Then Nicolas wanna buy one of those small ridiculous acoustic guitars, i started to deal with one guy, Nicolas gave a try to the guitar but found it not good, and i had to explain that to the seller... I got nervous, haha!

Passport checking, then car scan, then everyone out of the van, stand here, don't move, dog and soldiers, there a kind of problem... this border is a problem, i did not understand everything at that time, but i guess that Isaac would have to pay some extra fees for the backline we should have declared, or something like that...

We stopped after the border to change money... that was boring!

Then we stopped in a music store... wow looks like a mecca for any musicians, but well ok it's just tons of guitars and amps and other shits, but the funny story is that one of the seller wanna buy us a LP and promise to show up tonight at the concert! Of course he did not show up!

Ok Ché Café... Should have been legendary, but i don't know i feel awkward there, i don't if it's the intellect or my eye, or maybe the fact that there is no beer or even no food, despise the big size kitchen they have there!

We played ok, Rogue state was like hell on earth that destroyed it all... I guess my eye got worse and we have to pack and say goodbies to our new mexican friends...

Then guess what we drove till a music store, actually Nick, who put the show up, works there! Cool place and Pierre is deeply looking for "his heeero ist gooone" and lamp wreeest" records, good for him he got some... I started to buy a lot of records there!

After that, guess what... we went to eat a burrito, ridiculously big, Nicolas and Romain took one with rice, beans and potatoes plus the hot salsa sauce i guess it was way too much for their stomach!

Then we got to Nick's place, nice suburbs of San Diego, nice house with a garden and tons of dvd and records... Some played video games, some were not, i chose the front porch and enjoyed my first Bud in America! That time with my swollen eyes i felt like an American!

I woke pretty early in the morning, so i took time to have a shower and my eye looks better... hours later when everyone woke up my eye was almost totally closed, we call Nick's mother, she's a nurse and she told the worst story ever... "you'd better go and see a doctor or to the hospital, that's the eye it could get infected, you could lost it, do you have headache, did you lost consciousness"! Good for me no headache and i'm awake... Nick gave me a super cream to put on my eye and we decide to check for a clinic or something in Los Angeles if it does not get better...

So back in the van again!

Julio César Chavez

Morning, shower and fat eye... A bit stressed, but it's a beautiful day and today we play in San Diego Ché Café!

I'm willing for a tea and Isaac saves me!

I go out with Romain and we're having some shot session, it's funny... But Fernando suggest i might get drained cause my eye is very big and I don't want to travel with a eye big like this now, and it's very hot today... But right now it's pancakes time, There is a Mikey pancake and a sort of Batman... But i have to go at Fernando's dad to check about my eye... There we decide to drain it so we go back to his office! We have to wait cause there are some patients, cool i can see Tijuana almost downtown, let's walk through some blocks and then go back to the office... Tijuana is a place i'd like to visit again and I'd like to get lost in this city despite its reputation... It's like walking through a fiesta, it's again question of yellow, green or pink houses and blue building, a smell of burrito at some corners and salsa mix down the streets, bug cars and klaxons song and then metal and blue bus some customised so that they don't look like city bus anymore! Suddenly you can see a big mexican flag but very big just in front of the mountains, the desertic ones... Fernando tells me that years ago someone did burn the flag as a rebellion act, no one knows who did it, and authorities were very much pissed off! That's a story i did like!

Back in the office i can still feel the heat from the street and the TV is on... Fernando told me about ghost stories that sound real, wow i get a bit creepy and i told him about my sleeping paralysis, so we come to the point that ghost stories may have something to do with this sleeping trouble but for the moment we won't go to any abandonned house!

The tv is on and there is a sort of breaking news... A cop and two pedestrians were shot down today... We talked about that yesterday night with Sergio and Allie, Tijuana is a city that has a very violent side, but this is when they hear about nothing that it's serious... Of course people killed is serious, but when it's very big the media does not report it... After that news there is some video shooting of the border and there is a lot of people today, that is not very good news!

Well it's my turn I lay down again on the table! Anaesthesia, a small one and my eye is drained, very black blood!

It now looks better and we can go back the house where everyone is waiting for us... I got a ice stick on the way, reminds me the days i was a kid, it's very good! And I can put it on my eye!

I again feel very thankful towards Fernando's dad that's why I gave him a shirt, I hope one day he'll work with the shirt!

Ok we can now take the road to the border, but we must before stop at Fernando's parents', a quick stop and his mom cooked delicious burrito for us! That's very nice! 

Waving goodbyes and tour is starting now! Vrooom vrooom!

The very first show...

So we get back to maladie's room to load the van... We quickly realise it gonna be overloaded! We try a sort of tetris but we know it gonna change tomorrow!

Driving to the venue, i just don't remember, but it was night already... We got there and there already were some people, i don't know if we're late or not, it seems not. There's stairs and we have to carry all the equipment, first round! Fortunatly we're a lot!

Let's set everything and wait, have bad jokes and meet new friends! Someone makes me taste tequila with raspberry or another berry, not bad!

Maladie will play first, it's ok i just can't wait to see them "live", floor show many friends it sounds like a plan! It's kind of good one, people start to get into, some know the lyrics, but they have to stop cause of schedule time, too bad i'd like to play more songs...

Then it's national disaster, a heavy crust band from Juarez. They have long slow parts and then it's d-beat, welldone but i must confess this is not my stuff, so i get out and talk with Sosa and René...

Now we must play, I'm a bit drunk and very excited, it's the first one, and there is much pressure we need to get out... I fall on Nicolas during intro and then it's very chaotic, wow it seems it gonna be difficult, Clément has problem with his amp or his pedal, so the beginning is a bit messy... But people are embracing very much à la cool!

We're running into it and at the end of the set: bad luck... I just hit Pierre's bass so bad, I immediatly feel it's warm and see the blood coming out and spreading on the floor... It's over and my eyebrow is cut very bad... I ask people to go to the hospital or somewhre cause I truly think I need stiches, so I get my friend on panic... FInally Sergio and Allie take me to see Sergio and Fernando's dad, he 's a medic... It's almost midnight but he took me to his office, there he put some glue on my wound, we have a bit fun and take pictures, I feel better and i don't know what to do to be thankful, I feel a bit awkward suggesting to pay for it cause i knew he would not charge me for that... So nice! We go back to the house...

We spend the night to talk each other, I know I should go to sleep but...

I remember shared a lot with Sergio and Allie... They have very much in common concerning job, studies or apprenticeship and it's nice, sometime i go to see them and it seems to be a nice talk... I go upstairs and then my eye starts to get fat wow it's like if i were passing out, where's the bathroom... I need to lay down, after Pierre looked after me I chose the bed for that night, and I know it's not gonna be a good one... Oh i must mention that Satie played while i was with medic daddy, so i missed their show...

Morning, heat and dogs... I guess everyone was willing for a shower, but this was just not a good idea cause after we all went to the beach! Anyway some leftovers and then we all stuck in the van, make some photo shots, and we stop by a gas station... Ok here we are, Tijuana and sunlight, a cop with a Tommy gun, pick-ups and Mexican music... I feel very comfortable in Tijuana, it's like a mess in which everyone knows what to do, a kind of organised mess... And i just like the color of the houses and buildings, it's like partying at every corner... We're driving till the beach and landscape remind me of From Dusk Till Dawn and the final scene... 

We're told that we're going to a secret beach... We're on a cliff and we can see the non secret beach and people just parked their cars on, it looks crazy!

I noticed there is something big flying above water and then it dives, it's a pelican! This is the very first time i see a pelican, I think this is very awesome, just the right definition of awesome, but i may be the only one excited about the bird...

We have to climb down to penetrate a creek, and i'm not very good at climbing down my ankle is weak and my legs are fucked up, i reaise i'm getting old and worn, too bad...

First swim in the Pacific, it's cold but refreshing, waves are big and Nicolas is very talented at swimming in the waves, of course he is a surfer... I realise that there could be sharks and i'm afraid of that even when i swim in the mediterranean sea...

It's time to go back and the people that played football in the creek stopped the game and there is this guy fighting or dancong in the waves, I doubt he's on drugs, we would never know...

I'm better at climbing (up), and we can make joke about a gap that Nicolas decide to be the San Andreas Fracture, we jump over and call it again the Reef, for this moment this is one of the best i've ever heard, seriously! I make a comparison between Nicolas and watching The Simpsons and we're stuck in the van again...

We're driving back to Coco & Taffies house, there we get the shirts for the tour, "awesome"!

We decide to go at Maladie's reaharsal house, cause we need to check the equipment, there i just drink some beers and try to play basket ball but I'm not a winner, after maladie practiced we met Sergio. He's Fernando's brother and seem to be very nice, we have to move away, we'll see him at the show...

We decide to go downtown for a pizza... And it's very good, vegan pizza with a lot of vegetable, tasty and there is salsa mix... Efren and Clément start their hot salsa tour context, but Efren is just too good... Nicolas and I just keep on beers so that we decide to get some more for the show...

It's time to stop at Coco & Tafie's house, René, Fernando and Isaac live here and Efren, his girlfriend and Sosa cooked us delicious food... Ok i must confess it was hot, very hot, very spicy but still good but i just did not expect so much violence in my burrito!! Anyway it's very helpful and we have some beers to spare! It's almost midnight but I feel like talking and these people are very nice... After few drinks my body just call to crash in a bed! I climb upstairs and get one, very good, and the night is fresh enough! I remember Nicolas and Romain being afraid of sleeping upstairs cause they saw a big spider there, I tell them it's gone and that there is no risk for the night! Everyone starts to sleep in the house, and this night in Tijuana appears to be very quiet...

To the mall

We did exchange names, we already knew about their faces thanks to internet but it's good to feel it for real... But we just cannot realise what's happening right now, and we don't want to... we pack everything in the van, we take our seats and watch Gilberto getting lost in LA! Actually we did not even notice we were lost cause this is city we don't belong to, and we know nothing about, and it's only question of neonlights and stores, food and gasoline, Nicolas and I start to feel disgust for LA!

And the freeway... 8 lanes, too many cars, and we're so tired, the others fall asleep, i talk a bit with fernando and then i fall asleep too, but we're reaching San Diego and we must stop to buy sleeping bags... We stop at Wall Mart, the American dream! You can almost buy everything there... We get our sleeping bags and some drinks, and we're on the way to Tijuana... Excellent driver!

We get to the border, notice the wall of shame and have a green light but a customer ask us to stop, but it only takes few seconds and we're in Tijuana, but it's night so we'll see more of the city tomorrow

This city has no end

We got boarding pass after half an hour or maybe more... We feel late, but i'm the only one running, I just wonder about Nicolas, he may think we were denied to set a foot on American country or something... Last flight and then we're free... This one just killed me, I got so bored so that I let myself drowned in hatred or something, i don't wanna talk, i don't wanna be polite, i hadn't breathe fresh air for 12 hours now... We're landing and the only thing i can see is a monster, the city of LA, it's just huge, ridiculously huge, i can see no end to that city and i'm a bit stressed about the idea of me in that city, and it's nightshade...

We're chocked, we're free... there are doors mentionning "to the streets", no one to controll us we just can go wherever we want, we can even smoke... Bagage reclaim and we're done... Out and the air is not good at all, it smells so pollute, and it's just the smell of the cars and other trucks... We're waiting for Maladie and then Nicolas saw them!

WE CAN'T SEPARATE

It's friday, supposed to go at Nicolas, so that Clément and Pierre would take us there and then we would drive to Romain's... But there was a scooter on the way, sort of a car crash, and arrogance + stupidity express themselve down my street, emergency car and police and I'm supposed to fly tomorrow morning, this is what I call a start, but the only thing i worry about at this moment is my friend Emilie, she's on panic and there is nothing i can do...

Finally we're driving the highway, passing one or two tolls and then we hit Romain and Julie's, and there is a party there... That's ok i brought some drinks with me let's do that!

I get drunk, i got introduced to Jerome and Barbara's appartment and i like it... A small sleep and i'm backsitting in the van... Drive me to the airport, i feel akward or tired, maybe i'm still a bit drunk and my hair is dirty.

Registrations and goodbyes and we're flying to London, i've never been attracted by this city so i just don't care and i'm much more excited by the London-Vancouver flight... Crossing an ocean, sleeping and watching movies i don't find any interest in, talking shit with my best friends and most of the people did notice we're a band... The view is just splendid when we're above Canada, but this is taking too long...

We're landing, we're a bit stressed, we gonna go through the american immigration in Vancouver airport, we had the idea of going seperate ways but we're fucked up there is only one lane and two customers, but we made it and we're now waiting for our boarding cards and i really feel like an immigrate and i still do not understand why Vancouver airport is part of United States, i came to the point that this is still a consequence os expansionism, or is this abolishing the border, i cannot decide but it's ridiculous...

Eat, hit, be mine...

What we've been talking about this morning? We might have been listening to the radio and such interesting stuff like weather and breaking news about the crisis came out of the speaker... Oh no, the most exciting news was a defeat about a football game... So, no words about the situation in Madagascar or Israel and Palestine, just football, weather and old french songs came out of the speakers, and my driver was much more interested in the chorus of Montgomery than any else... Okay most of the people cannot be blamed for their lack of interest, since media do not give any idea of what interest is... Even they are deaf... Just listening to what they're interested in... Hey that's interest! Okay guys you have interest, eat, shit and die! You're still so cool...

The frontier

I finally came to the point that i'm not hidding anything with writing in English, it's just cause i don't care about being French, I even feel shame about being French, just like if we were suffering the burden and others... It makes more sense to write in a language which is not yours, just an escape, a way to abolish the borders and to feel you don't belong to a country you don't believe in, I mean, landscapes are okay, some people too, many people, but what stands behind the word "the system" is far from being okay, we're fucking living under a dictature, and above everything there is again this French pride! French language always tried so hard to impose itself on the world stage, so that it's even official language for some "important" events, most are related to sport... And what results in is that most of the kids are just unable to speak another language than their native one, I wish i had some "foreign" origins...

Co-working

Cause i could tell you all about the bad jokes and other words that had become my mornings... I may also tell you a lot, at least everything about women and what they do like, and that it's an evidence that all of them are "sluts" since it became my mornings, i could tell you so just after the explanation of the crisis in the financial system, the explanation of the immigration, the explanation of retirement and failed careers, even the explanation of life and its evolution and that of German cars are good ones but it's hell of a fuck when you have to make some reparations... Since it became my mornings... Hey but every pathetic words have a funny side in! Sometimes I wonder if I'm tired because of the job itself or because of my co-workers talking each other... Fortunatly I could tell you about cutting the stones, but there are to much to work on!

Become me

It's Monday and it was hard to wake up this morning, i had not the will to do stuff and prepare myself but unfortunatly i did... I did lay wrapped in my bed until the last alarm, then i knew it woud be cold outside, so i took those warm clothes i got when i was in Lapland, and then i tried to boil some water, i thought it would be nice to have a tea, but right before going to the bathroom my eyes just stopped by the clock and i realised i was already late...So i left and entered the streets and noticed that my co-worker was here, waiting for me, no way to escape, he would drive me at work!
The first thing he uses to talk to me is money, everyday we start with talking about money! Hey it's 7 o'clock bro' can't you just shut up and drive? But i would not dare to blame him, maybe i'm too tired or still sleeping! It's just surprising the gift we have to adapt many different situations... I even hate myself when i'm there, the way i force myself to laugh at my co-workers jokes, the way i just keep silent most of the time, the way sometimes i try to copy them... I even feel i'm becoming someone else, sometimes... Fortunatly noon comes and i can go back home, where i do feel safe and clear, sometimes...

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It's not like in a blockbuster movie but still in the bottom of your pint of... We're gently celebrating the amount of innovations we're pleased to live through, even this webpage is a simplifier to my own life... Let's chat, keep in touch and have fun! Yes to have FUN, this is what we're all wasting our energy to! And thanks to innovations we can have more and more fun! We just did not realise we're having at the expense of the concrete of our passion , the touchable of our emotions... Some can conceive their friendship and other relationships just sitting in front of their computer screen... We can all give a hug through the cable of our internet connections, and we make it for real, and we're making it grow, we're just spreading this new material of a relation just by our clicking contribution. We 're even making revolutions trought this network and at the same time the streets are running empty.... I like emails since it gives me the opportunity to fuck the distance but I hate it when people find an entire satisfaction in a friendship limited by an email conversation... I also like to stand in a bar and rant "-tion" words!

It's gonna be... SECONDARY

How about friendship?.... To meet again alltogether with your friends every saturday nights, burning one cigarette after another, and sinking for your true love in a pint of beer! Some call it "mistakes" just because they cannot face failures... Cause, is this pressure again since we 're living upon what we deserve... It's been that shit since primary school or even kindergarden, i remember myself waiting for my name on the top of this hall of fame! One day i was second or third, don't remember those ranks since only the first one prevails, so not being first was terrible! What would my parents think about thier not first as a son? And can't I rip this smile away from the champion face? I recently realised that I was the only responsible from "suffering" this pressure, and wished i had more control when i was a kid... Anyway at the end of secondary (no need to be the first in secondary, hey it's mentionned in the name) and beginning of high school (oh yeah high, so high) i did find interest in music and decided to become a metal kid! Me becoming a vet? Come on i was very much into black metal! So i guess that music saved me from this pressure...

Thursday and can't wait to experiment another week end again...Ok we're all gonna do the same things we did last week end, but in the mind of the working class this is kind of freedom, day off! Off! Our bodies gonna rest so that we gonna be more than ready for work on Monday...Ha ha! We're way more active on our days off!! Those are the days we can express ourself with our passion and entitle that LIFE...Even if we gonna do the same things we did last week ends, we're just willing for them...but just the idea this is a part time this society leaves us as a reward or something else i cannot name makes me sick! Maybe that's a proper reason to destroy ourselves in drugs or alcohol and call it PARTY! But hey, it should be good!

From work to ebullition

What happens when it rains on the morning, it's something like 6 you watch the hell by the window, barely can see the lights, but hear the noise of the street, ok so everyone is still alive today...but it's raining and there is something in the air which is: water! Seriously i like it when it rains (is that a songtitle?...) cause everything seem different in here, specially the way you drive, there are more cars in the streets, and that's definitly a plague but at the same time it sets a certain chaos, everything is slow down and then you can hear klaxons at every corners, so cool!
But what i do prefer when it rains is that usually i don't work, this is just so cool to go there and to know my so called boss would tell me "go back home", haha hey dude can't you call me?? Apparently no, they're supposed to insert me in this working class through this job, so i haf to wake up that early in the morning, go out, take a bus or wait for a co-worker to drive me there and just go back home, please insert me as a coin in this superman pinball! At least this would be a coin i won't leave to you...At least my job is ok in its genre, i'm a stone cutter, and i'm working on a hill in a forest, there's a pretty view from there and they used to leave me on my own... That's how i consider my integration and their disintegration, I mean what moves people, employees of a plutocracy to aply those suggestions they would immediatly find stupid and obsolete if they were able to respect their rights, their free will, their body and mine, if they were simply using their brain...We usually blame this above our heads pressure to justify our acts, but at the same time we mostly, ok they're are doing nothing to make it change, they take advantage of the situations, of mine, of yours, they get pleasure from the small power they'd be given and reproduce the shit out of this pyramid we locked life in... Fortunatly sometimes it rains!

You're so cool...not anymore!

Ok long time (again) i've been thinking about that again and again...How far being vegan influences my life, my way of life whatever you call it?...I may have the answer but i just came to the point that the question is : how far being non vegan influences your life or your way of life whatever you call it? So far, since you have no idea about the choice you haven't or you never had, lucky you! Indeed so easy to let "them" decide for you, to let the custom and this traditional abstraction modeling what will make you grow up, what will protect you from the cold and even the heat...I have a bit disagreement with usual vegan pride or manifest, i mean this habit of pointing out at someone, like this is right and YOU are wrong, to make YOU feel guilty in this agressive way: this is something i still consider with danger, and i consider at the same time the cruelty this society inflicts on animals everyday...But today i cannot stand this anymore, all the laughing and other acts my so called friends dedicate to me when it is question to go out for diner...So with not considering animal cause you've drown yourself into easiness, and contributed to the development, i should say to the expansion of this fucked up economy we all understand nothing but we all live and die through! Huh, it's like going out and eat in a fast food (i would not mention their name, no time to make a deal with them)...What's wrong with you? We all know this is not good for health, we all know about working conditions there, we all know... that even shit would taste better! And i can see your face when you go there or while you're waiting at the drive-in (go listen to In/Casino/Out), it's like if you felt bliss, damn you look so cool, you make fun of/with the cashier, you think it's worth having a hamburger competition since they serve the new too much pounds burger ever...and you pay and you pay and you can't wait to put it to your mouth and when you're doing that you don't even think about then number of life they sacrifice for your own pleasure, you don't even think about the blood that was wasted backdoor, no war could suffer the comparison, but you eat it and yeah you're so cool... I'm fed up with people saying how wealthy it is to eat there... I suggest you to make your life a bit less easy, just a bit, i know you would reply about the economical situation and the crisis, and everything you learn from the sacred tv news, or everything you've read from your webmail news, or everything you've read from your best friend profile (you know what i mean here -huh)... But i would reply that i'm living it too (except the best friend's profile), that chosing this difficulty is one more step towards this freedom you'd be ready to fight for if it meant having more options to cover the board on your best friend's profile! I would tell you about how uncool it is to place apart a friend when it is question to eat, i would tell you how uncool it is to make fun of the food i had offered to you, since this is food that had saved more lives than you would in the 9 lives of your dead cat!
So the question could be: How far me being vegan influence your life or...? But yeah you're sooo cool!

Finally ...

Hey it's been a while without news, but who cares since you're not reading at all, you're just looking for mp3's and direct link to donwload the new recordings of that band which is hard research in your day life...Ok sometimes i do the same, and think i'm so cool having that great album of that great band, put it in my itunes and paste it on my ipod and then i take a bus and feel good...we all need record, booklet and play it loud or not depends on what you prefer....
I've been in Marseille for a punk show, 12€...Use your brain when you set up a show and ask for that bunch of money at the same time...
Considering that label, i have no concrete project...maybe some release for Maladie from Mexico, let see...
Right for the moment my energy is turned towards friends and the art of missing them when they go too far!
take care non existent reader!