27.05.07
I am seating on the floor in gate 72e at terminal 2e Charles De Gaul airport in Paris.
I am cold, tired, happy, sad, and lonely.
Nearly 55 years of age, my right shoulder refuses to function properly, I live with a constant pain, like the pain of love, I don’t know what went wrong.
Sometimes it is the elbow, sometimes the whole fucking right hand, some times it feels better, like life it self.
I went to the doctor, he said, you know you are not a kid any more…you don’t have to abuse your organs with the computer keyboard as some of the young kids are doing.
You have to listen to your self.
When I listen it cracks, like two pieces of wood rubbing each other, some times it clicks like the fingers, some times I simply don’t listen, it‘s the best.
I am seating at the toilets door, it is the only place I could find an electricity outlet to keep my computer work.
It stinks, sheet combined with odor. Perfect feeling, I want to throw up, yet I obsessively want to use my computer, this is what people tend to do in airport to turn a lost hour into a productive one ad I am determined to follow the trend.
I want to tell you about this wonderful weekend, first I had to have a discussion with te band, Izabo and the French label. They are all over excited.
Things are great for the band and label but money is slow.
When money is slow every body is nervous, most of the time people are not nervous for the real reasons, so they become nervous with each other.
After 30 minutes of discussion every body is happy again, someone had a great hit song lately covered by Celine Dion. The power of love.
Someone need to write a new hit song The power o words.
So, we hugged each other, 8 people each one hugging the other 7, all to gether more than 40 hugs. I don’t know how long the power of hugs can hold to a label’s work and a rock band when no body is making money. We shall see, hopefully we all begin to make money. This will allow us to begin arguing about the money, like most people do.
I love it so much, this is what I call life. Beside having my family I am living with frustrated artists for most of my life.
The beauty is they always have a reason to be frustrated.
The music is not as successful as they thought it should be, the concert promoter is not as good as they thought he should be, the record company never really does the job and the manager is a sucker that wants to be nice to every one but the artist.
It still stinks in the entrance of the toilettes; it is not the same stink I remember from home when I was a child.
That was a nice one. No chemicals but economica.
So you can really smell the shit, the urine and the sweat of your parents working so hard to survive and have me and my two twin sisters educated.
The toillett served an office with ten people and my family; I knew them all by the smell of their shit. I knew if Sonia the accountant was there before or Yamca the beautiful secretary that has just arrived from Poland.
We cleaned our ass with yesterday’s newspaper. Their was a dilemma.
I could sell yesterday’s newspaper to the fisher man, he grabbed the fish he sells in the newspaper, but then my family can’t grab the shit from the ass.
Sometimes when it got really bad and I wanted to drive my family crazy as I felt about life
I would sell all yesterday's newspapers and have my family find creative solutions to the shit they have to clean from the ass.
Yesterday we Played a festival in Normandy, what a wonderful people.
They had volunteers taking care on food, security, driving and production, just beautiful.
The weather was wonderful, sunny, green all around with cows, ships and pigs.
Great audience, the band is getting better all the time. More and more young girls are trying to talk to them.
I will never forget Normandy on the year 1999 when we recorded Noa’s third international effort with legendary Mike Hedges. Miri joined for two weeks of pure love and happiness.
Nurit Galron 1978
HaBanot Nechama - 2007
