Last night at Loco By Nature, together with Marik Guizot, I played around with tequila, the ultra-premium one, of great quality. Never had the best experiences before with tequila. Always ugly results: loudmouthing, sleaziness, atrocious non-Travolta elements, and—of course—bad hangovers. But, last week at a party in Nusa Dua, I tasted a really smooth and complex tequila—yes, a bit like whisky. So I had the same one last night.
… And? Same goddamn result. Even more embarrassing (pardon me, Loco people). F*ck no, never again. Sorry, Whisky, I didn’t mean to disappoint you. I’m back atchu!
Ok, then, here’s my post-shameful tequila soundtrack. A full-throttle Led Zep-esque, drrrty blues Nashville goth-n-roll, funktastic faux-Bonzo Montreux. I’ll see Jack White at a concert this Saturday, 12 November 2022, in Bangkok, my first ever. I hope he’ll play some of Dead Weather’s stuff (“I Cut Like a Buffalo” please, Jack).
Hope everyone is relatively happy today. The weekend is still far away; hang in there. 🖤
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Featured image via Herald-Tribune.
