Saturday was our first scene together. Pressure rises. A small festival held to celebrate the construction of a future cultural center in Cidade Tiradentes, a district of São Paulo consist of flats and slums. It was folded in Embu stuff to go directly there in a van filled to the brim, about two hours away. It was driven into the neighborhood for a quarter of an hour, crossing over more and more poor, to the place of the concert.
We do not were leading off while being excited. Unloading the truck, we were gently assailed by all the neighborhood kids, curious to see the French. It was incessant but in a good mood. Children eight years we were asking for cigarettes, others asked to Eddy or where we came from Stephane. It was crazy to move in such a place, in such an atmosphere. It was believed paranoid but when we saw Vitor keep his shoulder bag to play, we felt we had reason to be very careful. The sound on stage was terrible, no one heard, it was played at sight, but it was Kiff. One of the best moments was when we played Uma Piroca no Pulso (need I translate?) Before the public far more intrigued, began to hallucinate like us.
Since Sunday it is installed in a studio big enough, very nice in the suburbs, to catch live. It currently has six pieces in a box (without the voice and fine detail ...). It ends here Thursday. After a short holiday week - it'll be three weeks non-stop that pulls on the rope - while Stephen returned to Paris to Le Pont des Artistes. Then back to another studio - even in the same - early October. A concert Aunt Hortense is seated in Berlin Box trendy Barra Funda October 2, play in the Oficina 7.
We are tired, we jabbers in three languages, we have more sense of time (that's two months that there is not), we laugh as Zouaves moindre au jeu de mot approximatif, et en même temps les deux groupes sont plus proche, on est plus efficace, on the conscience du plaisir et de la chance d'être ici.
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Saturday was our first show together. The pressure is rising. It was a small festival organized to celebrate the construction of a future cultural center in Cidade Tiradentes, a district of São Paulo made housing and slums. We boarded the material from Embu to go directly there, to a two-hour drive in a van cheissima. We are entering the area for about fifteen minutes, crossing places increasingly poor, to the place of the show. We were worried but
thrilled. While we took the instruments in the van, we were surrounded by gently neighborhood children, curious at seeing the French. They would not stop, but always humorous. Children 8 years have asked us about cigarettes, others asked for Stéphane's Eddy or where they came. It was crazy to settle in a place like this, in such an environment. We think too paranoid but when we saw that Victor was with his pocket as he played, we think it best to be cautious. The sound on stage was terrible, we do not hear, touch without really knowing what we were doing but it was great. One of the best moments happened when we play a prick on the wrist (I translate?) in front of an audience of curious, now be so paranoid about people.
Since Sunday we are in a studio and large, very warm, in Butantã taken to record live. We have six songs for now (without the voices and details). We finish by Thursday. Then we have a week off - it's been three weeks since we stopped - while Stéphane back to Paris to attend the radio show Le Pont des artistes. After going to another studio - or perhaps we will be the same - in early October. A show of Tante Hortense is planned in Berlin, trendy club Barra Funda, in the October 2, and played the Workshop on the 7th.
We are tired, we mix three languages, we lose all track of time (we've been here two months, right?), Laughed like beasts to approximate any pun, and at the same time, both bands come together, we are more effective, we awareness of pleasure and the luck that we have to be here.
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