Well well well, here we go again.

It's been some time since somebody has posted anything on here, maybe there wasn't anything interesting to say, maybe we're just getting lazy and a bit tired of the whole Myspace thing, maybe we rediscovered the importance of reading books instead of keeping an unkown amount of people updated on whatever interesting/uninteresting things we do. Well. That's why you probably don't find us on Twitter.

But there are these rare occasions when even we feel the urge to share something with someone. 5th of August was one of them. It was a good day!

We played at the Rock on the l'Oule festival in La Motte Chalancon, a two or three hours car ride south from Lyon. After having to get up at 3am to be in time for our flight to Lyon from Gatwick, renting a car there and driving the whole way through a beautiful rocky countryside while getting sunburned, we arrived at 3pm in La Motte tired, but happy. It was the most beautiful location for a festival you can imgagine.

Located between impressive mountains and next to a river and small lake where the locals went for a swim on that hot day, it was just perfect for an intimate little summer festival. We were warmly welcomed, were offered food and drinks and everyone just treated us nicely and with respect. A big thank you to Agathe Morrise and Brice Mourier here!

After the first shock when we were told that we had to play a one hour set, we prepared ourselves roughly deciding what to add to our normal set - a 30 mintues set. So when the festival gates were finally opened and witnessed great, but long sets from Lo'Jo and the Ex, it was our turn to enter the stage at 1.30am. And when it was hot during the day, and I mean really hot, it was cold during the night - and I mean REALLY COLD!  But the punters didn't mind. They had beers. And so did we. But when we started playing, everyone was just a bit reserved. They didn't know what to make of us and that was when we realised that we were the first proper rock band ever to play on the festival as we were told before by Agathe and Brice. It was some sort of an experiment.

But Boy, did it work! After three or four songs it finally clicked and the people started freaking out. It didn't really matter that we made a few minor mistakes, I mean we're not Coldplay or something, no-one noticed and we didn't care actually. We, as everyone else, enjoyed every minute. So after finishing the set, we had to do two encores, but because we don't have so many songs, we had to do the Letter and Broken Boys again. Jeez. Vive La France!

So if you ever happen to make Holidays in southern France in August, go to the Rock on the l'Oule outside of La Motte. It's a very special place.

Big thanks also to the Ex, who let us use their gear, which, surprisingly, survived our gig just about!

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