I'm gonna put this blog on hiatus indefinitely.

I spent a few days in Spain to meet up with Ray, just like that, on a whim.

The best piece of advice he gave me has been:

Stop talking about it, just do it.

Something I had already been told before but that I always forget.

It pushes me to tidy things up and prioritise. My blog takes a lot of time to maintain, all the more as it is bilingual. I've been feeding it with news, gossip and shit for the past 5 years and I think I got enough out of it. Plus I'm already neglecting it. I think I'll get back to feeding it when I go travelling again.

Anyway, thanks to everybody who has been following it so far (minus all the spams, there aren't many people left!!). I could meet some nice people thanks to this blog. Speak to you next time!

It was classy, we took a boat that went down the Vistula and where we could drink loads and loads of vodka. Our greatest pride came from the compliments the Poles gave us for our vodka tolerance.

The morning after, we toured the city with a guide, quickly, I find this town beautiful despite its history. We could even go by the Memorial for the Warsaw Ghetto.

We ended up eating in a communist restaurant, with portraits of Mao and Lenin... Very typical!!

And then we had to go because we have a job and a life, you know. To fight my fear of flying, I had Lexomil... and wine!

Image credits: Vogue, j'imagine

It's said to be real meat. Which is, in the end, like wearing fur, that is, killing animals in a simply esthetic goal. And this is even worse because this dress can only be worn once. If you can appreciate the provocative, trashy and novating aspect of the dress, ethically speaking, you can't. By the way, Gaga went to Ellen DeGeneres' show, a vegan lesbian, who asked her if she understood that vegetarians and animal rights organisations could have got offended. And Gaga played it über-hypocrite:

No but you know Ellen, it's a metaphore. If we don't fight, soon we won't be worth the meat on our bones! You know, there are people who get fired from our military because they're gay, and we need to fight!

That's such bollocks. And she couldn't be more of an opportunist by talking about Don't Ask Don't Tell to a lesbian. She could have done so much better! At her place, I would first have worn a fake meat dress, and then, I would have said it's a statement about the textile industry where everything's been made in countries where people are exploited and that we were supporting an unfair industrty, so that's it, we would blood on our shoulders ==> FLESH!! But no, she even sends the opposite message: we can kill to be talked about in the press, which pleads for a cruel society.

It shows something recurrent about her, and more and more present in entertainment: the need for violence.

In their video Telephone, Lady Gaga and Beyoncé get into a restaurant and kill everyone. Among the corpses, they can't find anything better to do than dance on their crappy lyrics song. I have nothing against some dedramatisation/humorisation/esthetisation of violence, when it's in an "artistic" context, I even think it's got some cathartic potential. But the dress goes way beyond for me, because it's not comedy anymore, real cows got chopped up just so that we talk aboutLAdy Gaga.

Of course they've been good.

Even my mate Julie who didn't know them had a great time.

after the gig, we got some sandwiches in the little shop beside the venue. We chatted with the waiter for some time and I saw the Midnight Juggernauts, outisde the Bataclan venue. I said to myself I shoul go and tell them something sort of interesting... But they were surrounded with underage hipsters and it put me off.

Shame.

Next time!!

I love speaking Spanish, rolling Rs and insisting on Ss...

As a gay man, so a queer, I immediately thought that if the cops were controlling them, it was only due to the fact that they were drag queens. Out of solidarity, I waited just besides, just in case something goes wrong. A train came but since the cops wouldn't go, I stayed and waited for the next one. After 10 minutes, the cops left. The drag queens moved a bit to the side and I was busy surfing the Internet on my phone. 3 Brits came and waited for the metro just beside me.

Then the two drag queens decided to have a ball and starting turning around me, litterally. I started laughing and I raised my arms screaming "yoohoo". The drag queens moved away laughing as well. One of the Brits turned around and, I didn't see, but he must have had an expression on his face that didn't please the drag queens at all. They started insulting him by calling him a slag and a bitch.

We got all together on the metro and the drag queens kept on piling on the Brits. I must say they were good at it, they even told of them to fuck their mate. I was trying to contain my laugh, all the more as I was imagining myself instead of the Brits and I was thinking they must have been very disappointed of their trip to Paris, poor guys. And the drag queens were giving a very bad image of themselves. But then again, I could understand. They had just been checked in a very arbitrary way by the police, the Brit had a bad look towards them and that was it. It doesn't make up for incivility though.

France is so going down.

Lyon is a gorgeous city, big but very pleasant. I could be a tourist again just like in Latin America...

The last evening, we all went to the MiddleGender party, which reminded me of the alternative gay scene in London. I missed it so much. I was very quickly drunk and I started kissing a lot of guys until I ended up kissing a girl. When I realised, I understood how much alcohol numbed my mind, or maybe that was more general... Anyway, I had no great revelation: I really am a faggot. To make it, I then kissed a straight guy (who was consentant).

I had a great weekend, thanks to Erwanébruno!!!

Bonus: Are you sure?

First because the instrumental combination of big infrabass beats with violin cream remains innovative. It's funny by the way because many artists rushed on electro-acoustic music but I think nothing has been better or as good as that. I'm probably biased.

Anyway Björk must like this song too because she keeps singing it at nearly every gig and always in different versions. Sometimes the strings are replaced by brass, sometimes it's only strings, and so on... And everytime it's genius.

The video got a lot of publicity even though I don't find it extraordinary. But still, I'm gonna post it:

I remember a documentary (yeah, they even make documentaries about Björk, crazy people), in which she explained the song Hunter was about a thing her grandmother was telling her about swans that, at some point in their life, decide whether they're gonna live in a couple or stay hunters. To my eyes, it doesn't appear clearly in the lyrics. Nevertheless, in the music and the voice, that starts softly and then thunders, there is something I find beautiful, there is the image of that person who is strong enough to decide to live alone.