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Thanks Kanye, I feel important. Here I blog at the very old rustic Cité Universitaire in Paris (the architecture is stunning) near Parc Montsouri - one of the most beautiful gardens I've ever seen. Weather sucks but I eclipse it with my fond memories from last spring when I was here (kind of like those sunglasses that claim you can see in HD(!) when really they're just super clean lenses - so stupid).

The journey to this point has been intense. Goodbye home and all that I know until who knows when. This is the place I was stranded with Sir Timothy Giles due to a malicious volcano last spring. This is the place we spent 8 days with Lorette in a beautiful flat with beautiful weather and a beautiful garden just across the street with too many cigarettes to count. (Kick your habits people) I left here last spring not sure if I would come back. But I have come back. Yup. Been back two weeks today.

Week 1- not really sure what the fuck I was doing. But I'm with the loveliest girl I have ever met, say hello Lorette. So whatevs. I do what I want... so next week I want to play music.

Week 2- Okay okay, there we go. Things got moving. Not in the big sense, but I've found a circle of peeps that are big into the open mic scene. I've been tagging along for four nights straight playing my ass off alongside an ass of talent and troubadors in this wonderful city - woots to Janet Labelle and Garick Davis for team America.

So where have I been? Here is the beginning of your quintessential troubador open mic guide for a visit in the City of Light.

Sunday (2): A journalist's brunch open mic hosted by Brad Spurgeon check him out --- also Le Pop In but they take the piss out of you if you don't speak french... at least I think they take the piss out of you. Thats in the evening @ 10.

Monday (2): Tennesee Jazz Cafe (totally brilliant spot)--- also the Galway irish pub (Thomas Brun plays there every Friday too, kind of a big deal in the area - or thats what the drunk gay guy told me last night... At the bar! Head out of the latrine please. But Thomas - yeah, worthy of a round of applause). Both in the evening.

Tuesday: Petit Bonheur la Chance (untranslatable french saying... maybe for good luck?) Sweet little basement with arches and domed ceilings spattered about. Cool nook.

Wednesday: the Highlander irish pub. Good original artist named Mary Mina played there, can't find her online yet though. But worthwhile - the host is Thomas Brun who plays at the Galway Fridays and he lets you use all of his pedals. Cool dude.

So now I'm taking a little break from the open mic resting up to do it all over again next week. Then its off to London with Lorette for a week to find a place to live. Then its back to Paris for a month, then its off to London yet again to get my Master's, then its off to.... Portugal?

Miss you mom.

In April of 2010, three young travelers set out on a melodious journey that would forever change the fate of our world.

Our heroes find themselves in peril, and just when all hope is lost, a savior emerges from the ashes - the one and only Josee Manes. But against a dark and villainous volcano, will they be able to save themselves and make it home in time?

Shot in cities through Europe, an eclectic action-packed scenery set to a dance folk pop original.

You can totally drink your beer in the street here at age 16. You can take it in the train too. What have the states done to me? Definitely not tempt me by prolonging the legal age by 5 years thus making the whole deal more dangerous and, in many ways, moreso encouraged through rebellion. I feel giddy about this place. I must be in Berlin.

Our couch surfing host is wonderful. She doesn't hide anything and is a force not to be trifled with. Luckily, I think she likes us. Her name is Sylvia and I dig her because she is dedicated to sharing her city with us, both history and nightlife. The remains of the wall, the east-side gallery, the Brandenberg gate, the breathtaking holocaust memorial, the tallest building in Europe, and so on. It's all fascinating stuff. She quizes us, which is sometimes frustrating but I am really getting involved with this city (which is neat because my god-brother's stepbrother used to live here and he is now an up-and-coming composer). Also, she is helping film our video and has come to accept Josee Manes! On another note, I've watched the sunrise three days in a row now.

Sylvia's flatmate, Jan (Yon), took us on the local tour - skate park, park, a cool little bridge to play music on, and another park. The weather has been absolutely stunning and warm. Tidbit: apparently southern Germany is pretty catholic, but the north is mostly agnostic. A large group of agnostic people in the same place... does this exist in other places? I must find out.

On the other hand, we are somewhat stuck here for the moment. The Icelandic volcano Eyjafjallajokull has grounded pretty much everyone is Europe this weekend so the trains are jammed full and suddenly the EUrail pass is not so strong. So our plan is up in the air - we may go to Budapest, Switzerland, or back to Paris... or we may split up and travel alone for a bit. As long as I'm in Barcelona by the 27th to fly to London so I can fly back home on the 28th, all is well... assuming that planes will be in the air at all. It would be nice to make my graduation date... maybe I miss home a little bit.

So yeah, back to Berlin. I stopped by parliament to make a plea to the chancellor in hopes that she'll pass some volcano legislation in my stead, but my charm wasn't enough to meet with her. So Tim & I went and played guitar in a park.

I've never been so unaware of my surroundings. Pretty much the only thing I knew about the Czech Republic is where it is on the map. But my god, Prague is a beautiful city. After the hostel hunt, we did what we usually do - walk around excessively and find cheap food. It didn't take long to realize that our money was no good. Not that we've done any drinking on this trip, but for those interested, €50 gets you about 1200 Czech bucks, and a good pint is about 15 Czech bucks - not a bad deal...

Prague has a new drug law that in some ways is more liberal than Amsterdam's (with maybe more dignity). It's a strange one: you can possess in small amounts but you cannot sell. My guess is that the authorities are turning a blind eye to this. I admire it in some ways but at the same time it encourages something that is, by law, illegal. We three Americans had the pleasure of learning about this from a Bovarian radio journalist called Christian - and the citizens of Munich will soon be blessed with the soothing FM sounds of three American boys drunkenly squabbling on a german broadcast about how we enjoy the luxury of purchasing our exotic drugs from our southern neighbor through a very peaceful policy known as sell-guns-let-them-go-at-it-buy-drugs... and then maybe something about how we're definitely not overspending any money on a fruitless and hypocritical drug war. How do I come up with these ridiculous notions? I so crazy.