Sunday, March 11, 2007

Izabo in France 10.2.07

I am on the train from Rennes to Paris. Izabo played for Jean Loui at Ubu in Rennes, a double bill with Archie Bronson Outfit.

The place was packed, audience were crazy for izabo. Something is going on, I can tell, I have heard we have a cult action in US colleges through myspace. Seatle radio is playing Izabo every day, nothing to say...

I am going through a great experience, happiness, music, people, some people in Rennes are so unique. I m lucky I have the opportunity to meet them.
Some like the band so much, they are confused. How come a band like this arrives from Israel? I can understand. I spoke to someone, age 52, music is his life, he never left Rennes.


I have decided to share with you all the tickets and back stage passes I have collected during my existence, I think I begun collecting sometimes in the late seventies, I have tickets for Zappa, The Stones, Roger Chapman, I have tickets from concerts where I was involved as a concert promoter such as Joe Cocker, Chick Corea, Nina Hagen.

Bloo Sweat and Tears in Tel Aviv 1972. Long time from today.

I have tickets and back stage passes for concerts where I was invoved as a soun designer or a sound and light company, endless, once in a life time experiences.

Today we try to get tickets for Psg against Monaco just before our flight.
I have Waves in my head heart and every where, I am so fucking lucky to work at Waves and to contribute all I know in sound and music while keep learning with this wonderful genius people who makes Waves Audio what it is.

I am going to add more photos. a combination of my real and virtual offices where I spend a lot of time together with photos taken from the terrace of my home in Tel Aviv.
I am waiting to get some photos from my young son, Guy, he is in India.


Tonight, tonight, tonight,
It is right, it is light, it is fight,
For music, for neusic, for smuzique,
Tonight tonight tonight.
It is right, it is tight, it is night,
To allow tomorrow, to have naboro, to sleep and make room for dreams and hopes.
It is night for life, knife to cut in the darkness and..

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