Despite all the "TBA" in the tour bible, things run sweet & smooth. We are playing at Le Ninkasi Kao , a brewery with “une petit mais formidable” club attached. Peaches rocks a photo shoot against the silver silos where she & I learn that Ninkasi was a patron saint of beer…La Peche est elle?
After eating endless slices of delicious savoury tarts, getting locked out of the club for over an hour, & then slamming my “up yours” finger in the fire door, I use Sam’s’ drum case as my merch table. Baby pink & labelled “PEACHES, HOLE, MOTLEY CRUE”, it’s sturdy, fun & rock‘n’roll…but it doesn’t keep the crazies from climbing over merch-land, spilling drinks, undressing in front of me & licking my arm!
Everybody Mac’s off backstage as we’ve been without internet since Spain. Instant message confessionals, checking out the cute promoter, champagne, local beer & a one-am bus call set us on our way to swizzle-land. I am having a minor panic as we are crossing borders with an over-supply of merchandise, so JD sits up with me until the wee hours fudging & smoothing the inventory. Janine from PLANNINGTOROCK has joined us for the ride…she & the boss have a grand old time taking pix & swilling drinks. JD tires of me & the printer around 4:00am, so Gunner & I take the ride through the Alps & the unattended Swiss border at 5:00am alone.
Day 28: Zurich, Swizzle-land
I’m vague & delirious after 5 hours sleep. I walk off the bus to be greeted by a children’s circus being set up in a grounded pirate ship & gypsy caravan. The scary thing is, I don’t even flinch. Rote Fabrik is a complex of venues, childcare, restaurants & art galleries on the lake. I assume it used to be a squat – it has that hippy quality. We rock the wireless Lady Adventurer stylee, and I spend most of my afternoon fold & counting shirts, getting down & dirty in the trailer and waiting for dinner. Which is worth the wait. Well, dessert was. Mmm….Pannacotta. We have dinner dysfunctional family stylee, complete with walkouts and workouts. JD &I take a walk in the dark around the lake: she threatens to push me in. Maybe I deserve it, I’ve slacked off today.
Merchland is in the foyer & it is the night that “Pick Up Line #28” is coined… drunk customers grab my face, I sell a lot of “fuck the pain away” shirts…these Swiss folk are dirty! They love the show. We stay up late on the bus again. Everyone is psyched for Paris tomorrow.
Daze 29 & 30: Paris, Texas
Actually, these two days should be censored. We partied up a storm & kicked fashion weak’s arse. The show at Elysee Montmatre was sold out and packed with French & fashion types. Squid tearfully told the boss it was the highlight of his career. The inflatable penis took to the air; mooning men took to the stage. Stinkmitt drank before, during & after their show. Kanye West came to the show. Peaches kicked the Parisians all the way to Sunday….which is when the rest of us finally work up from our hangover.
I’m going to let the photos do the talking...
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