THE DOC'S FIRST DISPATCH BACK
saturday morning Xander and I left
our hometown Zwolle in Holland for
fourth annual invasion of France. We
had just left a crowd in one of the
bars in town yelling for more.
So i guess we did alright.
night we had to do our first gig in
France in Le Cornemuse in Arleuf,
of road to cover.
The thought of sharing the bill again with
The Trio Grande
just made the
miles fly by pretty easy.
We arrived around 5 in the afternoon;
our room in the corridor of the
former Hotel de la Post of the little
town of Arleuf, just 8 km out
of Chateau Chinon on the road towards Autun.
meals were being cooked again by our
host Gerard, one of the real
of the Morvan, an expression the
French use in common to describe this
bearded type of male from the
Morvan. And indeed, one of the nicest
on this blue globe as well.
We kicked off with a few bottles of the
burgundy wine and a little
after 10 pm we were off to the races. Lots
countrysongs, blueses and
ballads. After our set the crowd went
wild on the sounds of The Trio
Grande, grande musicians, nice dudes too,
Robert, Paulo and Claudius.
Their names are now on my guitar forever.
didn't get to that two years
ago when we first met at the same
By the way a Cornemuse in
French being an old type of Bagpipe.
songs continued flowing and the crowds
danced to a little of our rock
And then ofcourse the final together.
French love grande finales.
So it was
Folsom Prison Biues in G this time,
Dada-Thing, Call me the Breeze
15minute jam of Billy Joe Shaver's 'Georgia
on a fast train' including
solos of Paulo, drumsolos by
Claudius and even some flamenco
stuff ala The
Rosenberg Trio by Paulos son
present that night. And ofcourse
RObert picking on the guitar and
swinging his old time accordeon,
he started playing in concerts with
his father from the age of 11 on.
being greyhaired now, well, lots of
skills have come to him.
We agreed on
a tour in Holland for the fall
to the Tomahawk in a rainy Nevers area.
An odd thing for France this time
year. We were a little afraid the
festival in Chateau Chinon , which is an
air thing, would drown the coming
Fortunately it did not, it was
to be an
isolated hot and sticky sunny day.
We are invited back for the
of the festival next year. But.
Ofcourse. OUAI!!!! as the
But back to
the Tomahawk first. Serge and
Claudine were ofcourse very sad to
Panama this time, but i called him
later in the nigth after the show
join in spirit. They both had a good
heartwarming chat through my
both Serge and Claudine.
We played their monday night as well and
had a big party going on
there by the side of the old
route national number
seven, RN7, which will become A77
shortly with the
highway going to be
straight through the Tomahawk plot of
Serges is on the lookout to buy a campsite
somewhere where he plans
lots of livemusic as well. It was
heartbreaking to say goodbye
knowing that this most finest place in the
entire country of France
to be eaten by the progress of man. Screw
you all who are on the base of this
idea of planning a highway straight
this part of a culture for which
there seems to be no more room in
so-called modern times. Fuck that too!
So it was adios to all our tattooed
there and on the road for
Chateau-Chinon's Fest de
l'annee, where we did
super, selling lots
of CDs, and being the main act in
that Morvan town.
did a powerful, well visited set on each
of the three stages there.
spent another night in Arleuf with
Gerard and his wife Brigitte, who host
Cornemuse there and were by the next
morning on our way to
the new hometown of French
rock and roller and former
Jean Phillipe Thepault,
and above all he is my
it is off to the wilds of Bretagne
for the second half of this years
drink up and solve some more
entertainment emergencies over there.
and peace to you all.
Doc and Xander, on behalf of Panama
too, whom we truely miss on the