Waited ages for my two favourite DJs to play in Paris, as was told that they regularly do... and what happens... they announce a gig together....
As Beth said when listening to Fix you by Coldplay, wait for the Drop....
Madeon
Russ Chimes
8th December baby. x
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Quick me out
My apologies for a long absence, I never realised how much I depended on my laptop, especially out here! It broke and I felt like I had been plunged into some kind of weird abyss.
No more skype, no more facebook, all my ties with England cut. It was very weird!!
I went home for almost a week to try and sort my life out a bit last week, it feels like ages ago but like was only 2 days ago that I got back! Good news is, life is generally sorted! :)
You know that, you feel alone and a bit crazy bit of the year abroad people sometimes talk about, well yer i definitely had that for like a week! Very odd, my advice to anyone else that gets it is to try and stick to everything that makes you happy for a little while... eg in Paris I stayed in the areas I love and met up with lots of people, and didnt go anywhere near Gare du nord for a while. It worked! I think to an extent Paris can probably do this to you as much as anywhere else, theres even a syndrome named after the acute sense of disillusion Paris can bring you.
Its called Paris Syndrome, and is paticularly prevolent among Japanese visitors to the capital, where the distance between the idealised image of Paris in their culture and the reality causes them to become depressed to the point where they are unable to exit a trance like state. Theres a special centre in the Japanese embassy for them to all go.... Whatever your thoughts on this are, the thought of that centre is really, really funny...
One thing I certainly love about France is the Faux-pas that come about from using English so much. Its nice to know that while we are wandering about failing left, right and centre to master the language and culture barriers that inhibit everyday life they are equally inadept at using English even though they feel necessary to do so on a regular basis. Let me give you some examples::
-I recieved an event invitation from a club called Caves Saint Sabins, which is one of the only clubs in Paris to play dub and dnb music. The whole description, guestlist, drink offers etc where in French at which point the promoter signed off with... a samedi soir pour big motherfucking bass. I dont think this really needs translating...
-The Belgian restaurant chain Quick has outlets all over Europe except in the UK. The new takeout bag design demonstrates this with 'Quick me out' scrawled across it in large red lettering. Someone at the marketing department must be pissing themselves...
-I treated myself to a new DVD the other day, nothing too exciting, just the Hangover... or as they call it in France... 'Very bad trip'. Now far be it from me to correct this slightly odd sounding English, but believe me, going on a very bad trip is nothing like this film. And it wouldn't be set in Vegas but perhaps somewhere like.... Amsterdam??
Having said all this, when I returned to England my English was fairly bad, and I kept saying things in a very odd syntax. Leading my housemates to call me Frenchy. Cheers guys.
In other news, I had the fabulous Geo B come to stay, which was really good. And im off to see barcher and J-dog tomorrow.
Must remember to compost (determined to get this verb into the English language) my ticket.
x
No more skype, no more facebook, all my ties with England cut. It was very weird!!
I went home for almost a week to try and sort my life out a bit last week, it feels like ages ago but like was only 2 days ago that I got back! Good news is, life is generally sorted! :)
You know that, you feel alone and a bit crazy bit of the year abroad people sometimes talk about, well yer i definitely had that for like a week! Very odd, my advice to anyone else that gets it is to try and stick to everything that makes you happy for a little while... eg in Paris I stayed in the areas I love and met up with lots of people, and didnt go anywhere near Gare du nord for a while. It worked! I think to an extent Paris can probably do this to you as much as anywhere else, theres even a syndrome named after the acute sense of disillusion Paris can bring you.
Its called Paris Syndrome, and is paticularly prevolent among Japanese visitors to the capital, where the distance between the idealised image of Paris in their culture and the reality causes them to become depressed to the point where they are unable to exit a trance like state. Theres a special centre in the Japanese embassy for them to all go.... Whatever your thoughts on this are, the thought of that centre is really, really funny...
One thing I certainly love about France is the Faux-pas that come about from using English so much. Its nice to know that while we are wandering about failing left, right and centre to master the language and culture barriers that inhibit everyday life they are equally inadept at using English even though they feel necessary to do so on a regular basis. Let me give you some examples::
-I recieved an event invitation from a club called Caves Saint Sabins, which is one of the only clubs in Paris to play dub and dnb music. The whole description, guestlist, drink offers etc where in French at which point the promoter signed off with... a samedi soir pour big motherfucking bass. I dont think this really needs translating...
-The Belgian restaurant chain Quick has outlets all over Europe except in the UK. The new takeout bag design demonstrates this with 'Quick me out' scrawled across it in large red lettering. Someone at the marketing department must be pissing themselves...
-I treated myself to a new DVD the other day, nothing too exciting, just the Hangover... or as they call it in France... 'Very bad trip'. Now far be it from me to correct this slightly odd sounding English, but believe me, going on a very bad trip is nothing like this film. And it wouldn't be set in Vegas but perhaps somewhere like.... Amsterdam??
Having said all this, when I returned to England my English was fairly bad, and I kept saying things in a very odd syntax. Leading my housemates to call me Frenchy. Cheers guys.
In other news, I had the fabulous Geo B come to stay, which was really good. And im off to see barcher and J-dog tomorrow.
Must remember to compost (determined to get this verb into the English language) my ticket.
x
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