LOOKING FORWARD TO THE MEMORIES OF RIGHT NOW
You gotta love Riton’s denim shirt work.
Henry, Mehdi and our silent drummer. Carte Blanche au complet—
And Kid Sister is to Carte Blanche what Sideshow Bob is to the Simpsons.
You know somebody’s getting killed when she’s around—
DJ CHEF. FOOD THAT ROCKS. BEATS AND EATS.
Seriously, this van was parked in front of the club in Philadelphia.
Just a friendly game of football with some of the Mixmag Top 12 Pin-up DJ’s.
SONAR, Barcelona, 6:15 in the morning.
SONAR, one hour later. I love this festival!
The single most ghetto moment of Carte Blanche’s life occured there, in the hitchcockian Fairfax neighborhood of Cleveland OH, when Riton and I tried to walk in a POPEYE CHICKEN AND BISCUITS drive-thru, wearing those short pants, socks, and me being probably the first black man to ever wear a cardigan ordering a chicken sandwich there. People were seriously freaking out on us, like “Who the hell are you?? Where is your car?? I’m not serving you if you have no car! Are you walking around taking pictures of licensed plates or something? How did you get here? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!??”
We were like: “We just want a chicken sandwich! I thought this was a free country!”
A more positive view of Cleveland. I love the Black Jesus and the token white guy in there—
The Standard Hotel in Downtown LA was full of surprises.
I want to send a big shout-out to Jason Hurtazo for hand-drawing this Carte Blanche banner.
It now goes straight to the CB beat lab wall in Camden, London.
Riton went through this obsessive phase of buying lighters from everywhere we played.
That makes a nice ‘Made In China’ collection of American nostalgia.
This guy!
BYE-BYE AMERICA, WE HAD AN AMAZING TIME.
MATTER FACT, THIS WHOLE TOUR WAS PURE FUN, EUROPE AND AMERICA.
HOPE YOU GUYS LOVED IT AS MUCH AS WE DID.
THANKS TO EVERYBODY MAKING IT TO ONE OF THE 27 SHOWS, PEACE TO ALL THE PROMOTERS AND HELPERS, SHOUT-OUT TO MARTJE, BELINDA , BRAD AND AMANDINE FOR BOOKING A WHOLE TOUR WITHOUT EVEN HEARING A SINGLE CARTE BLANCHE SONG (HOW CRAZY IS THAT!?), BIG UP TO ASHCRAZY, SAAM, DAVE P, BLU JEMZ, AYRES, DANNY, SCION, GBH NYC, MEZZANINE PEEPS FROM SF, GARY DESTRUCTO, AND THE AMAZING PEOPLE OF VOYEUR SAN DIEGO AND LA JOLLA.
CARTE BLANCHE IS COMING HOME FOR FIELD DAY IN LONDON, ON JULY 31st.
IT’S ONLY JUST BEGUN,
Henry + Mehdi.
Brotherhood from another motherhood.
This is SIMON ASHCROFT, who taught us the politricks of freedom and dancing into the groove.
The financially secure, yet fiscally fearful SAAM FARAHMAND, who advise me to drop the ‘H’ in my name, if I wanted to have a solid career in America.
Dave P from Philly, who put the radness back into ‘radicool’ and the fashion in ‘fashionably late’.
These colours don’t run, baby.
Minneapolis, natch.
Bloomington, Indiana aka the loveliest place in America, hands down.
Riton, getting local with the politricks of base-ball.
New York I love you, and you’re bringing me up.
I got you under my skin now—
