Netyherlands, Belgium, then France… all fine and dandy but we were all a bit excited & curious to see Switzerland.
I’d never been to Lausanne, & what a town it was. It was crawling with fashionable & adorable broads of every shape, & that town definitely had money to burn.
The gig was in an old pre-war cinema called le Bourg, & our dressing room was in the old projection booth:
The hotel was right around the corner from the venue, which is always convenient for afterparty shenanigans.
The gig itself was hella cool, small stage with a digital board giving us a boss sound. Most of the gang retired early trying to stave off the inevitable road-cold, but I ended up closing the place with the crew & going with some locals up to crew’s room for some drinks, card playing & other sundry diversions.
All in all, it was a gas, & none of us were terribly thrilled to leave Switzerland, but we thought hell, the south of France is different than the rest, so let’s give it a whirl, and at noon, we shook some dust and headed to Marseilles…