Paris Sofar

OK OK, London update coming later - perhaps on my trip back home, as I'm presently hustling to get this chapter into serviceable shape, and it's sunny enough that I refuse to spend more time online than absolutely necessary, but I thought I'd share this li'l fragment o' Paris time before diving back into revisions and sun and life and all the swellness that is this great ol' city.

Sofar Sounds Paris, after the jump!

The crowd a-waitin' for the concert to begin! This was cool. kittens.

Yesterday was kinda gray and I hadn't gotten much work done and had been feeling the crunch of setbacks on a few different fronts, just generally a bit gloomy. But I'd gotten a ticket to a mystery concert in an ad agency and knew I'd regret not going, so I went. It was pretty good - a fun mix of people from all over, friendly and energetic. But it had started late, and the first two musicians were... fine, y'know? And it was getting late, and I thought about cutting out early, before deciding to stick it out.

And that's when the Disastrous Italians showed up. Mattia Caroli & I Fiori del Male, whose frontman alternately kept protesting that he wasn't drunk and asking the crowd for more wine, and whose bandmates repeatedly interjected that they didn't know how to play their instruments, their songs, etc. But they were glorious, and funny, and shot through with a shaggy, joyful energy, and I left to walk home buzzing.

All of which is to say: DON'T GIVE UP UNTIL THE DISASTROUS ITALIANS SHOW UP.

(Those of you who follow me on FB: this video is different than the one I posted there! That's right: MULTI PLATFORM BONUSES UNLOCKED??)