Christmas Eve

It’s Christmas Eve in Puglia.

sunset guagnano

 

It has been a beautiful sunny day and we are happy that we have got the base of most of the songs in the bag.  Two more days next week to do extras and overdubs.  This was in the studio at 10pm last night, getting the last song done.

at work

 

For now, we are going to try and find somewhere open this late to stock up on wine and head to masseria lobello for a big xmas eve dinner and party with Tobia, Cecila and co.  Our brains are hardly in Christmas mode, but I think we’ve earned a little break.

Studio Day Two

It took all day yesterday to get the sound right in the studio and get underway.  A little bit stressful, but we got there finally.  Last night ended with me disturbing a wasp nest in the cottage, and then doing gymnastics trying to kill them all.  They were pretty sleepy so luckily no-one got hurt.  Apart from the wasps that is.

At 6.30pm on day two we have nailed three songs, which doesn’t sound like much, but they were the most difficult ones on the album.  We are heading back in to the studio now to try and get another one or two done before Stefano kicks us out for the night.

This is the studio:

Recording day Two (1 of 3)

In between takes I have managed to get halfway through a blue and white scarf which is lungissimo.  Gianluca thinks I need to see a psychiatrist for my addiction problems.

Recording day Two (2 of 3)

It probably would be better to rest my hands in between playing for hours, but it keeps me occupied.  I am wearing holes in my fingers and feeling a bit like what’s his name, playing til his fingers bled, but this ain’t the summer of 69.

Recording day Two (3 of 3)

Studio Day One

In the last three days we’ve made it through 8 hours of studio rehearsal in Milan and a 12 hour drive yesterday down to Lecce, which is right in the south of Italy.  Are we ready to go?  Mmm, I hope so.  We are in an incredible studio and feeling very inspired, if not well rehearsed.  Last night we arrived at about 9pm and went out for a pizza.  Stefano’s car ran out of petrol, but luckily in the south here there are never any problems that can’t be solved: people are very friendly.  Here are some pictures of Campi, which is about 15km from Lecce.

Recording day One (1 of 5)

There is so much history here, with the city of Lecce dating back over 2,000 years, and the region is full of Baroque architecture.

Recording day One (2 of 5)

My brain is in a bit of a Salento red wine fog from last night so please excuse my lack of ability this morning.  We’re sleeping in a super little wooden cabin outside by the pool.

Recording day One (3 of 5)

It’s a very nice place to wake up in the morning.  No sun today but not soooo cold.

Recording day One (4 of 5)

It is very flat in this area.  This is my third visit; last time I was here was on the way back from Sicily in August 2009.  It was 42 degrees and hot hot hot.  I could have done with the pool then, on this visit it’s not going to get a jump in.

Recording day One (5 of 5)

 

This is a photo of the studio taken from their website: http://www.sudestudio.com/

It’s very impressive.  The recording room is enormous.  Today we are setting up; it takes a long time to get everything ready to record so I have plenty of time on my hands.  In fact, in the hanging around studio time and driving time we have just had I made a new pair of black fingerless gloves for Pete.  However, when both he and Dimi tried them on in the car it was clear that they were Dimi’s rather than Pete’s because they fit him perfectly.  So Dimi has warm hands, and I am pleased, and Pete less so.  I have a big bag full of wool to keep me occupied while I’m waiting, but perhaps I ought to go and help, or finish the lyrics.

Post Tour Blues

After the show last night in Nimes we decided it was late and we were all too tired to risk driving all night back to Milan.  We stayed with Sylvain and spent all day in the car today driving back.  From 17 degrees and sunshine in Nimes this morning:

nimes in the morning

To thick fog and 5 degrees in Milan.  Just about enough reason to get a bit of post tour blues on arrival.  Luckily I am combating that with our Sunday night tradition – Pizza Margarita and a little drop of vino rosso.  There is absolutely no other food in the house.  O.K I lie.  There is one egg and half a jar of capers.

Stir Crazy

We’ve played ten shows in a row now without a break, and it is entirely possible that we are going a little stir crazy.

I was trying to upload the video, but I just realised that you have to pay for that.  So here is the link to it on facebook:

Backstage at La Jour de Fete

We had a fantastic show last night.  Played for over 2 hours to a packed bar and managed to sell a decent number of CD’s.  This morning Fabrice left us some nice croissants for breakfast while he was shopping at the market, and he is going to cook us some lunch before we get on our way again.  Somehow we have to find enough energy to play show number 11.  It’s going to be hard to top last night for good feeling though.  We are planning to hit the road straight after the concert, and drive the 6 hours back to Milan from Nimes.  It will take us all night, but at least we’ll be able to relax and sleep all day Sunday at home.  I’m not looking forward to going back because I have a huge week of work starting on Monday morning, and I hear it is zero degrees of freezing there.  I hope my lemon tree is ok at the door.  He hasn’t had a drink of water since I left home!

I can’t put up a post with no photo, so here is me & Alessio practicing our guitar playing skills at Cafe des Voyageurs:

cafe voyageurs day two

Albissimissimo

I love coming to Albi.  We get to stay at the home of Fabrice, who runs a marvellous, tiny bar called Le Jour de Fete.  He is a fantastic cook, overly generous with refilling our glasses, and just an all-round cool guy.  He booked us a concert yesterday at the local Juvenile Penitentiary.  There are up to 60 14 – 18 year olds incarcerated here for crimes ranging from drug dealing to murder and rape.  When we arrived we had to pass all our equipment through a scanner and leave our phones, cameras and computers at the door.  As we passed through the grounds in the middle of the jail we were jeered at from the cell windows surrounding, so we definitely felt like we were on the inside.  There were equal numbers of security guards to prisoners at the concerts, and we found out later that it had been a particularly hard day, with 4 boys on detention for fighting.  The day before had been family visit day, and when some families don’t turn up the boys become more aggressive than usual.  The concerts were very quick; we only had 30 minutes to play to two different groups.  Most of them had never seen live music before, and they asked what the songs were about.  The last song we played was Josephine; we told them it was a song written about Mother and they were especially silent and attentive in response.

It was inspiring to talk with the education department who work with these kids and organised the concert.  They have to battle against negative attitudes and bureaucracy to provide some hope for these boys and let them know that their lives aren’t over, and that there are different paths open to them.  It’s hard to know if we made any difference, but it was a pleasure to be able to get involved.  We hope to go back and spend some more time with them.

Today we have been out in the bitterly cold air for a little walk around Albi.  There were some yummy things in shop windows:

mmmmmm

pretty macaroons

Of course I had to try one of these macaroons.  I picked mostly based on colour because I know they are all delicious.  This one is grenadine:

pink macaroon

We saw this great carousel on the square:

carousel

We went to the centre of town which is so immaculate and stunning.

albi grande

Inside this building is a great museum dedicated to the work of Henri de Toulouse Lautrec.  He is famous for his paintings and lithographs from the end of the 19th Century; taking in Montmatre and the Moulin Rouge, the brothels, the people and the places of Paris in this period.  It was very interesting, and I bought this little print.  Maybe not one of the subjects he is most famous for, but then I’m a country girl at heart.

henri de toulouse lautrec

That will look lovely on my wall at home.  I have a place in mind already.

Tonight we play at La Jour de Fete.  I can’t wait for the Fabrice dinner, and will try and take it easy on the pre-concert wine.  I’m sure it doesn’t help my playing.

Basque in the Country

Ou la la … this isn’t France anymore Toto!  We crossed into Basque Country, where they speak a language that is not phonetically related to any of its neighbours, where people still “disappear” into the mountains, and where they are intensely defensive of their separate national identity from Spain.

Monday night we played a concert in a 200-year old prison, which is now run as a community youth centre.  We managed quite a good turn out and they broadcast the show on their own pirate radio station.  They put on a special night for us because they don’t get a lot of foreigners coming through town.  After the concert they all went home and left us to sleep in our cells.  Now this is taking the Johnny Cash experience tour just a step too far right?

cell block rock

our cell

We didn’t have to travel far, so we had time to drive up into the mountains and visit a newly built monastery, where the crypt is decorated in surrealist murals.

monastery

Tuesday night took in a show at Ibu-Hots in Vitoria-Gasteiz, followed by a Wednesday morning walk around the old part of the city.  I still prefer the italian kitchen to the spanish though.  We have been on a meat feast ever since we left home.

This was our set up at Ibu-Hots:

ibu hots

This evening we are back in France (just) for a show in Bayonne.  4 more shows to go.

Introducing Ms Amy Ampeg

I started crocheting before the summer with the plan to make a crochet bikini.  I found a pattern on the internet from 1971, bought some yarn from the Friday market on our street, and set to work.  I found that it is much harder than you’d (well, I’d) imagine to make a crochet bikini.  A couple of attempts worked out either massive or ridiculously tiny, and one attempt I just couldn’t fathom how to get it finished up right.  The pattern from 1971 was somewhat hard to translate into my language.  I tried some other patterns on the internet, and realised half way through that there is a difference between American crochet directions and British.  So in the end I accepted defeat.  Perhaps it was a sign, because this summer I didn’t manage to get one single swim.  Maybe next year I’ll try again.

I started with the squares as a practice and planned to make a cushion cover.  One day as I was sitting here merrily crocheting away someone jokingly suggested that I should make a cover for my bass amp head.  Well once an idea as cool as that takes hold it can’t be removed, and today, after hours and hours of crocheting and planning, I finally stitched the whole thing together.  I am incredibly happy with my little project; it’s far better than a boring cushion cover (perhaps I’ll still make some though).

I still have a little bit of yarn left over and I want to make some little chickens.  I already made one, and then I spitefully killed it in a moment of insanity, but that’s a whole other story.

Amy Ampeg

Amy Ampeg two