Liminal Space Club

These past few weeks have been a long consistent headache, but finally the Paracetamol kicked in and everything is falling into place. We’re moving to Paris. Box Julien arrived the other day, struggling down the hall, rousing me from my sprawled-on-the-bed-can’t-move-because-of-the-heat half-vegetative state, he had in his arms… “Boxes!!!” I cried happily. “Excellent! Are they…

Take a good look at this, because this is what my current object of lust looks like! Lionel, visiting from Lyon, brought his Boss RC20 LoopStation along. You can record a riff and loop it to play back while you overdub layers and layers of sound, until it feels like there are 20 people playing…

Marseille scares me. It’s not the people, it’s the buildings. Buildings that look as if they’re about to crumble and fall on you. And it’s not just the buildings, it’s the never-ending work going on around the city, for the tramway, for the train station. Bulldozers, everywhere. Men in hard hats and steel-toed boots, shouting.…

Funky Town by Lipps Inc came on the radio, that irritatingly catchy song, where the singer keeps on singing about wanting to get to funky town and how it’s the town that’s right for her. When the song ended, Jul, irritated, turned to me and said, “She doesn’t even say what she’s going to do in funky…