Paris, France. THE Paris, France! The City of Lights, of romance, of culture and art and language. The history. The freaking Best Western.
The long drive from Oberhausen got half of us in a little early. We waited in the lobby of the dingiest hotel in Paris. Even speaking fairly decent French wouldn’t lighten the mood of the lady at the front desk. So we just waited.
The rest of the crew arrived and we spent an inordinate amount of time parking in the cramped city hotel before settling in to our rooms. A far cry from the luxury we experienced in Scandinavia, an ominous cloud formed over tonight’s show. Unfortunately the French have gained a reputation and we mentally prepared ourselves for an audience that would live up to it.
The Zenith was a cool venue, all things concerned. The backstage was essentially a night club, and though small, we were able to bring a few of our friends from Ommm and some local friends of a friend to hang out with us before the show. After a loud couple of hours (soundcheck was a curtain away), we ushered them to the audience and took the stage. To our surprise the people went crazy. Like, every thing we said landed, every moment resonated, and Paris turned up.
After the show we hit the afterparty and then gathered a few of our friends to head back to the hotel. The rest of the night got a little blurry, and I realized maybe that’s how you’re supposed to see Paris?