48 hours in Paris a Songazine le magazine
When I arrived in Paris, I didn’t know quite what to expect.
Sure I had seen movies and cartoons, but this was the real thing! Right in front of me I saw years of expectation and culture unfold. The first order of business was to check into my hotel, which was called the Van Gogh citizen hotel, it was beautiful and had a beautiful breakfast layout the next day. I went to the Pop art museum and met my guides for the tour, I had a video interview at the museum on the roof with the city of Paris behind me.
The next order of business was rehearsing for my show at the next place I was staying and then a quick trip the the Eiffel Tower. Bon uoi! I popped in my iPod headphones and listened to Alec Eiffel by the Pixies off my favorite record, Trompe Le Monde( fool the world) and just stared at the amazing structure, it’s strange seeing something so massive. I snapped some pictures and then made arrangements to head to my first show at the LOasis 244.
The gig went okay, (low turnout, C’est La Vie) and we did some karaoke after and the lady running made me sing songs in French, ten in a row! I think I’m getting the hang of this stuff! C’et Moi aniversarrie! And having your birthday in another country is surreal. I got a chance to check out Notre Dame and the Louvre! The latter being my favorite ( the Mona Lisa is tiny!)
The next nights show at “ Le Pub” was incredible, a packed room, the energy was palpable as I plugged in my guitar that had traveled all of Europe with me, my 79 Strat’, and led into the song that got me my European record deal with Shore Dive Records and by extension brought me to Paris, Hair. I finished to a stunned audience with an uproarious applause.
Next up I played a couple French type songs I had written and teased some Paul McCartney and before I knew it the set was over. People started wanting to take pictures with me before I left and were sad I had to go so soon, ( “so sad that you’re leaving, but you’ll be back!”) but I had to catch the Train back to the UK the next morning, very early. A thought had occurred to me the next day as I was walking to the train, I always told someone I loved that one day I would wear her sweater in France in the sole instance that I would be brought there because of my music, and I realized I didn’t even pack it. I had done what I had dreamed of doing since I picked up a guitar and left the sweater and the past at home. Merci Beaucoup a Bon soi!
MATT LEGARD
PS : videos on INSTAGRAM !
