A friend and I are already plotting a Paris to Barcelona road trip to Primavera Sound Festival next spring, and this song is stuck in my head. I already wanted to go because Pulp was going to be there, but yesterday Belle and Sebastian were confirmed as well! Of course, now it’s a must.
It’s only a 9 1/2 hour drive, but I’m predicting it will take days. The drive is straight down the center of France until you hit the coast, then you amble down the coast until you eventually hit Spain and Barcelona shortly afterward. To run through the French countryside, and the farm lands and lavender fields, then the pretty little seaside cities until the French blurs into Spanish … this is what life is about. If broke university students do this every summer, we can too.
(European university students, while receiving their college education basically for free, still have a very hard time finding jobs either during school or during the breaks, so instead they just save what little money they can get and go on road trips all over the rest of the EU. And since I’ll have a French social security card and a residency card, I will be free to run around the EU as I see fit!)
By that time it’ll have been two years since I’ve seen Jarvis. I wonder if he’ll still remember me at all … he did remember me from my videos (the vain monkey, looking up all his videos on YouTube!) and my pictures, and said I was obsessed with his bum - “Not that I’m complaining,” he smirked - and I impressed him with a vintage dirty French comic, and he and Steve Mackey both asked when I was moving back to Paris. Those were good times.
after our jam session. He turned to the band and said, “You can see my nipples through me shirt!” and demonstrated. So I saw Jarv’s nips.
All my photos, more here (Paris) and here (Los Angeles).