It's monday and it's 21:00... or 20:00

I never prepare my post, I always post them directly. Log in and click on "new post".

But this one, I don't know, I wanted to begin it a little bit before the D-Day... Maybe because I promise to not being mean... (hard hard hard)

It's monday and soon it will be 21:00 for me (Paris time) and so, 20:00 for the others (London time), time to turn the computer on and ask to Firefox to connect to a certain web-radio...

The idea of the post came to me last tuesday afternoon, cuz the same radio posted a link to a post about it. When I saw it, I thought that I could write a post about the show... The thing is that I don't know if it will be possible... I mean, I may be a post about private jokes ... interesting ? 

Anyway, I'll see that in a hour ... maybe the show will inspire me a post...

A post about the show without being mean ? No, it's impossible. Really ! I'm sorry to say that I'm that kind of girl. Everytime I like somebody, I'm mean. Ask to my friends. (I think it's a kind of defence, I'm a little bit scared of the others, and so, to protect myself I do bad jokes and I'm mean with the others, one day I'll stop being like that !)

Don't worry, if it turns bad, I will switch the dictionary and will write in French !

Anyway. It's monday, almost 21:00 for me, so 20:00 in London, so, time to log in on Recharged Radio website, cuz it's Jack's show. 

And, here are some nice things I want to share with you. 

The reason why I'm mean with him ! :-)

Everything began last September when W. sent me an email about this new artist he had... He sent me links, I said deal. It was also when I was trying to book the Dunwell Brothers Band at the Royale Factory...

As usual, W. sent me all the details, so I was able to work quickly. Few emails about the new kid (yes, the artists are my kids... always wanted to be a Mum !) and he finally introduced me by email to Jack.

That was fun, and I kept this email, cuz it's a funny one. 

And so, I booked the first gig in Paris, on December 12th at Le Pompon, a new place in Paris. 

Few weeks later, I found a job, the Orchestra, told my boys that from Monday to Wednesday I was not supposed to work with them because of my job, but anyway... too hard to resist ! Two weeks after my first day I was downloading Skype at work to stay tuned.

(ok, you have to know that right now it's impossible for me to write cuz I'm listening to the show, I lost my bet cuz Talk To Angels' song was not the first one but the 4th, and Jack tried to pronounce the name of the french band of the night but failed... so... I'm trying to stop laughing !)

Emails almost everyday about the gig, the flyers, the meals, the flight, the weather, everything...

And, less than a month before : no news from the venue. I was still missing some important details... The last news I had was "I left the venue, the new guy is..."... Shit ! 

I kept in touch with the guy, and together, we chose to change plans 2 weeks before the gig. 

Josh's gig moved from le Pompon to le Carmen 10 days before the day, and the snow arrived at this moment. 

The Wednesday, at work, we were watching through the window, we were seeing all the snow, and were calling the musicians to change the rehearsal schedule for the Sunday concert... At this moment, I was thinking "OMG, I hope the guys will have no plane problems because of the snow !" 

Snow finally stopped.

Saturday night (so, the day before), late, email from Jack... I had an idea of the mail before opening it...

Our last emails was about how to come to Paris from Charles de Gaulle. I gave him all the details, and I know my details are good cuz last time I gave it, it was to Maggie and Neil last time they came to Paris. They found their way, so, I guess my details are good. Anyway. 

His first email that night was "let me know if you come to the airport" (understand : you're coming !), I laughed and turn my alarm clock on. 

The second, and last one, was with the hour of arrival and the terminal. 

That Sunday, I woke up with my alarm clock, took a long breakfast, checked the hour and said "I'm late" ; I ran to the train station and too late, the train left without me. I checked the other trains and realized that yes, I will be late, very late, and then I thought :

"why am I under stress ? It's a plane ! Plane are always late, plus there are luggages and everything. I will be just in time"

Train, RER, second RER, thank God, the second one doesn't stop everywhere, it won't be that long ! 

I'm reading a book, the woman next to me seems to be a stewardess, she's changing shoes, skirt and jacket... fix her hair, make up... I guess we will arrive soon... 

Back to my book with music, we're somewhere. Don't ask me where. Maybe still 5 or 6 stops more... And, while I'm trying to calculate how late I will be, phone call. WTF ? Who's calling right now, before tunnels and before I find the answer to my addition ??

I check "Jack" - FUCK ! Still in the RER, somewhere, where ? I don't know, I was trying to count when he called me ! 

Obviously, he called because they were arrived. 

Trying to be zen and credible : Cool ! 

- Where are you ?

Me, answering with a nice voice full of lie : Hum... I'll be here in 10 minutes, just the time to cross the airport... 

- Tunnel - Cool !! - I run to the map to check and count. 10 minutes ?! No way, I still have at least 15 minutes of RER, plus walk through the airport and loose myself, 15 minutes... End of the tunnel, phone call number 2 !

"We have the luggage"

(Cool, I'm still in the RER, yes, another tunnel to help me !)

I think I finally texted him to tell that there was a lot of tunnels (true, close to the airport, all the tunnels are because of the runways) and that I will be here in 10 minutes (lie, cuz, I already said 10 minutes, and I was not arrived yet !)

Airport, I ran, trying to find my way. He told me the terminal, checked the map : the last one ! 

WHY ???!!!! 

Still running, phone call number 3 "we moved a little bit" "whatttt ?" (keep cool !!!), keep running and checking maps, I arrived at the second point he told me, nobody !

I'm tired, hot, I left home 2 hours before, it seems like ages, I need a cigarette. I go out and think that maybe they are outside doing the same ! 

I took a cigarette, and another phone call. 

"We're outside !"

"Good news, me too, thanks for the visit of the airport ! Me too !!"

"I see you"

"Cool, let me go inside, scream something loud and coming back with a big smile and lie like Ohhhh you're early !!"

I finally met them, and believe me, the visit of the airport will be a nice memory ! Ok, I was late, but... Charles de Gaulle is HUGEEEEEE !!! 

They gave me five minutes of rest, I found them a hotel room, and we went back to the RER. The same. More stops this time ! 

Back to Paris, we met W. at his hotel (well, they were staying at the same hotel, so...), they took a little rest, and good joke number 2 (the first one is the airport) : we need a cajon for John, cuz his is broken ! Thank you guys, it's Sunday, 15:00 ! Where am I supposed to find that ???!!!

We left the hotel for food. Food, talk, jokes, soundcheck, gig. 

I checked the hour, 01:00 AM, time for me to go back home. 

That first day was too short. But the good news was that they wanted to come back.

We talked about February.

February was cancelled. 

We talked about April. 

April was confirmed, two gigs. And emails and/or Skype everyday ! It was nice. Always hard to deal between Orchestra and the boys, but I survived. Never mixed the emails. 

And it was nice to have those chats, jokes, kind words when I was fighting against stupid musicians, stupid schedules or when Marie-Laure and Cyril announced me that my contract will end in April ! 

That day, early march, was terrible. I kept the secret until my last Zizic Maestro, so until April 3rd, just before my birthday. 

To be honest, that day, I worked hard trying to save a schedule until the announcement. After, it was impossible. I closed all my files, notebook, everything, and kept only one thing : Josh's tour in April and I kept Skype on. Later that day, Adeline came to talk to me. She saw I had Skype and was working on english stuffs and said nothing, I know she understood how I was feeling. I stood strong, no tears.

April was hard. 

I saved the last ZZM and Jack sent me another email. He needed my help for a poster. The perfect moment. I needed to think about something else. He needed a poster for a charity for Japan. I had some ideas, I made it. I spent so many hours on Photoshop, and how many time did I wanted to beat him with the poster because he wanted to change this or that... So many versions of the poster ! I finally sent him the last one, and it was done.

He invited me and said I cannot come cuz I had to work that day. 

Rehearsals, empty gig in Paris, I did my job, but didn't care about Pelléas et Mélisande. I just wanted to be in London, having fun with the others and admiring my poster !

Next day was Archive's gig with the Orchestra.

I went there early, saw the musicians, joked with them (but, because it was the last concert with them, it was hard...), and heard british accent everywhere backstage. I was feeling good ! 

One of my last gig for pleasure was Crosby, Stills and Nash last Summer, at l'Olympia, Paris. For one song, don't remember witch one, my brain disconnected, and I was seeing A Joker's Rage on the stage instead of CSN. That night, I felt the same : one minute, the band disappeared and I was seeing my kids on the Grand Rex stage with an Orchestra. It made me smile, and cry. 

The next week was my last one. Probably the hardest. The last thing I made was closing Skype and deleting it from the computer. On my way back home, I was unemployed. 

I choose to take no rest, and worked all the other days on Josh's tour, counting the days !

Easter week-end and the last days.

That night, impossible for me to sleep. I woke up early and left late, again ! AGAIN !!

And you know what ? That day I was not supposed to be late ! I was in time, and chose to go to the bakery to buy a breakfast for those who wake up around 4:00 AM that day, but forgot that the closest one is closed on Wednesday, so, I went further, and had to wait because I was not alone, and went back home, talked to my Mum, and I was late ! NOT MY FAULT !!! BAKERY'S FAULT !

But, this time, the good thing was that it was a Wednesday morning, so, more trains, not like Sunday mornings...

I was 5 minutes late, not 30 (or more) like the first time. In the RER, text from the guy from the venue telling me he will be late. In my mind, I didn't care, I was already running, excited to see them all. 

Gare du Nord, I check the board... Eurostar from London, it's this one... 

WHAT ??? ONE HOUR DELAY !!

While I was running I was imaging those romantic welcomes, like in the movies with people running and hugging like there is nobody else around ! One hour delay ?! Bye bye romantic welcome !

The guy arrived, we took a coffee, talked about everything and nothing, the hour passed...He left for a phone call, I check 1 000 000 the hour, the plateform, everything, my knees were shaking. I was soooo excited !! People went off the Eurostar. Everybody. Where are they ??? Guitars ? No, not theirs ! Less and less people, and I finally saw Will, and the others. God, 10 people, no, sorry, 8. 

It was good to see them, all of them ! We took a little rest (ok, they smoke 20 cigarettes each and ate my short breakfast !), and we left for the apartment. In my mind, I was like a kid on Christmas' Day ! It was great !

But... the day sucked. 

Yes.

I was waiting for them since December (and February for iMMa), they were here, but they were tired, and slept the afternoon. I was so sad !

We went for the gig, the gig was awesome, the night was short. But it was great. 

The next day, we were supposed to do the photoshoot in Versailles before going to the radio interview, but - rain all day long

       - Josh's phone call.

Bad day. 

The next day (friday), Josh was going back to London to be with his family. 

The guys left for the catacombs (and didn't visit cuz it was too late), Jack wanted to go to the tower, but he worked. After that, it was too late, we went to La Bellevilloise to see Adèle and her Cultural Behavior. Later, we left, went back with the others (for the keys), and stood more than what we were expecting (won't talk about John T.)

On Saturday, the boys were leaving. So it was Keith, Jack and I. The day was quite. I think we were all tired. Really tired. We left the apartment for food. 

For lunch, I suggested the Quartier Latin. After lunch, we were wondering venue or apartment ? 

We chose venue, and I suggested to walk a little bit cuz we were near Notre Dame...

"Saw it on a picture (or postcard don't remember)" (FYI, Keith knows Paris very well, he comes really often... Jack never really had the time to visit... Don't need to say who-said-what...)

Me, almost screaming : WHAT ? He smiled and said "ok..."

We saw Notre Dame and he said that ok, the real one was better ! 

I said thank you (et ai pensé très fort à l'attaquer à coup de carte postale de Notre Dame...)

On our way to the venue (and, two months later, I wonder if he can say the name right... I should ask...). Anyway, on our way to the venue, we saw a great Mustang. I told the boys that one day, I will buy an old Mustang. Both answered that if I was buying that car, they will marry me. That was sweet. I asked them if the Mustang was the only reason, they said no, I'm still waiting for the other reasons...

We went to the venue, had a great moment there, but my mind was far away. I knew that few hours later, it will be over. I was sooo sad. 

I didn't sleep that night. I was thinking about the week, the guys, the good moments, the bad moments, was wondering when the next time will be... The 05:00 AM alarm rang. It was sooo hard. We went down to find a car and said goodbye. Later, it was also hard to say goodbye to Keith.

That was the last time. What happened since ?

I booked the Fête de la Musique at the Royale Factory. It was supposed to be iMMa + Josh Beech and the Johns.
Everything was almost done when, at home, I learned about my Great Uncle and my Great Aunt, and then my friend Caroline. Later that day, Jack told me that Josh couldn't play on June 21st. 

It was too much for me. I tweeted that I needed at least one f* good news, he answered that maybe it was his fault, I told him that no, it was not, there were some worse news around me, and that this one added made a little bit too much. 

Things are really quite since cuz he has a lot of work, and, well, I have a lot of work too. I did a lot of things for the gig that is in one week now. 

I'm still thinking about my french texts for the other blog, thinking about the updates of the bios, about the new artists, and ...well, I have to think about the job interview I have on Thursday...

I first have a meeting in Versailles on Wednesday afternoon, and then, Thursday morning, Job interview. This job may be AWESOME !!

Now, it's 23:42. I didn't talk about the show. You know what, go to www.rechargedradio.com and listen to it ! 

Too bad if you miss tonight (can't find if there will be a podcast or not...), I was nice to have a dedication when he talked about Noïd (the french band)... He said that I was probably laughing listening to the show...He was right !

And because the post started because of a joke about the fact that he was always playing Talk To Angels, I say Goodnight to you with Talk To Angels ! 

Enemies Closer - by Talk To Angels