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Monday
Crossing the Ohio to reach Toledo...
Tony is tired to eat burgers, and we're too
We stop in restaurants on the roadside of small towns. The Yanks are super
friendly, they think we are from New Zealand because of our accent. Ohio
is like the Landes, but worst : more corn, kilometers of cornfields and
farms, kind of place where you're still thinkung that the Jeepers Creepers
is going out the field to cut our throats. Not to mention Jason who haunts
our nights at the motel (AMC is broadcasting all the greatest Halloween
horror movies... nice!)
In
Ohio, there is more flags than elsewhere too, and it seems to be used for
a
lot of things... including parking meters.
The life looks very quiet in these towns
Tuesday
Crossing the Wisconsin!
We arrive in Madison, didn't see Clint, but we know that he is still in
our hearts.
We
will eat at the Roadhouse, because they serve "the best burger of Wisconsin"
(around here, you always serve the best thing of the area). We spent the
evening at the bar with very friendly locals...
Wednesday
Show at the High Noon Saloon: an amazing room, all wood-shaped, where have
been playing Sebadoh or the Lemonheads !
What
is reassuring is that people must leave their gun at the entrance...
it's cool, we feel safe at last, a serious place...
The
show is great, the two local bands are super friendly, and the boss wants
us to come back in February... we will! Tony is in bed early: four full
glasses of Jack Daniel's offered by locals, it hurts. Shit, he'll snore
again...
Thursday
To the Minnesota, the coldest place in the United States. We have already
beginning to feel cold in Madison... Tony insists to visit Paisley Park,
Prince's residence, near Minneapolis. So we are. But actualy, this asshole
has built... a gigantic mall. It's ugly!
The
stones of the parking lot are roses ("Purple Rain"), and the inside
walls are full of the dwarf's pictures. Full narcissism. At least he can
say "Yes, I'm the one who did it". We are very fans of Prince,
but a bit like Michael Jackson, humanly speaking... what a moron!
But no worries, we won't make a "Fuck Prince" song on the next
LP.
We
arrive in Minneapolis...
the room is huge, mythic, everyone has played there!
The show is huge too! That club is crazy, the sound is stronger than ever... yeah! People are happy, very receptive, the Yanks really like our shit in fact. And they are surprised that we can be so "rock" (meaning, "for a French band").
In
Madison and Minneapolis, a very important story we would like to tell you
about: the local bands gave us their money! At first, that thing bothered
us, but if we had refused, it will have been like insult them. That's the
pure american mentality : "you're on tour, you rock, we love you, and
you need this money more than us". There's even a guy in Minneapolis,
who were living in the woods and was not very rich, who gave us $50 without
buying any merchandising, only because we are independent, because we are
our own bosses and we don't have a big company behind us nor a big label...
it's pretty amazing.
We meet a lot of people here who want to help us because we're some kind
of self-made men. Indie and small business are privileged, there is a big
solidarity and generosity between people. In France, you're still fucked
by the big corporations like the Printemps de Bourges, Taratata or Radical
Prod, they do everything to stop you, by lobbying. Here, in U.S.A, these
people would probably be shot in the head by a guy from Kentucky. Here,
you make it with the balls, and not because you're friends with someone.
That's all.
Malcolm has won $50 of tips with his solos, money that people put on his
amp during the show, whatever they love the song or not... yeah, rock'n'roll!
The Yankees are very generous people...
See ya !