Hello there,
Thanks to everyone for their support of Buck’s music. We had a
fabulous week which has forced us to do a re-pressing of most
of the records to keep up with demand.
Those of you in Canada should now be able to head into HMV
stores to pick up your records! Those of you outside of Canada
should check out these sites:
http://ww.mymusic.ca
http://cdplus.com
http://www.hmv.com
We continue to work out the details around a vinyl release of
Square. Hold tight for that.
Buck 65 European Tour Dates
We are working on some shows in Europe. This is what we have
right now:
8th November, dedbeat festival Hemsby, Norfolk, England
23rd November, la piratte guinguette Paris, France
4th December, Union Chapel London, England
5th December, Vooruit Ghent, Belgium
6th December, Transmusicales festival Rennes, France
12th December, Zurich, Switzerland (tbc)
Hey Look another postcard from Paris:
Lovers!
I play this keyboard like Thelonius Monk played the piano. I bang
at it.
I show it no mercy. Dust flies off it…
Paris is at my ass. I work this town like a snake-handler! Easy
does
it…
The best sandwich in town can be found at the street market on
Rue Cler. I ride on the backs of giraffes through the Tuilleries. I
keep my pockets full with rose pedals. These hot blooded
French women look at me with lust and contempt.
I beat a parade drum in the Montparnase cemetery. The ghosts
of J.P. Sartre, Man Ray, Serge Gainsburg and Jane Seberg
follow me through the catacombs. We ride the carousel at the
Eiffel Tower. It’s fashion week! Spring/Summer 2003. Come and
get it! Super models everywhere. They infest my neighborhood.
They climb up on the sculptures and smoke American
cigarettes. They whoop and cheer!
No squirrels here! No tattoo parlours. But ragtime: yes! Fresh
bread: yes!
I like the slow pace. I like the cinema. I like the food. I like the
little
dogs. I like the river. I miss baseball. I miss junk food. I miss
country music. I can’t find sour cream. There are no scum bags
on the streets. I never thought I’d miss that, but I do. Here, I feel
like the scum bag. My lack of French vocab and my Americanized
ass makes me a spreader of disease. I’m a thief with a knife
scoping out your apartment…
…At The American Library in Paris and at the Village Voice
bookstore, and at Shakespeare and Co., and at the Real McCoy
American Grocery Store, and at Harry’s Bar, I can back in the
guilty pleasure of speaking English! I breathe it in deeply. The
blood pressure goes down a few points and the heart beats
slower. I speak in rich ribbons of slang. I talk like a hick. I crack
jokes. I wax poetic, philosophical and bucolic. It’s like putting on
slippers after wearing shoes that are too small all day!
My French is terrible. I’m eager, but I have a long way to go. And
my eagerness is crushed every time I mispronounce ‘bonjour’,
and some clerk, or waiter, or taxi driver looks me up and down
with disdain. They roll their eyes. They make a sour face. “You’re
a disgrace”, they say with their shoulders. I just want to love them
and for them to love me back, but they want me out.
Paris and all things French is a privilege. I think they worry I’m
going to wrap it all in plastic. I might set up a used car lot in
their
yard. I could explode into neon hamburger shrapnel at any
second. They wince. ‘Get out of my face with your Henry Miller
ass!’
But I love this town and I want to be on the cover of the weekly
entertainment guide. I want them to adopt me like they did Oscar
Wilde. I’ll write songs for you, Paris. I’ll swim in the Seine. I’ll
call
you the greatest city in the world! I respect the architects. I don’t
mind the dog shit! I’m under your spell. Soon I’ll stop giggling
over the naked ladies in the windows, I promise. Boobs in my
face. I don’t care. No big deal! See?!
Anyway, it’s a beautiful day and breeze is waiting for me. Be in
touch. I’m not THAT far away…
Buck
xoxo
Be sure to check out the photo of Buck in front of the Centaur
statue outside his house in Paris:
http://photos.groups.yahoo.com/group/buck65/lst
Drop me a line if you have any questions.
Thanks for the support,
Iain.