First time in Switzerland… UNFORGETTABLE!
It’s crazy how “there’s still 4 hours left” can transform into “oh shit, there’s only 4 hours left” before a show. Especially when you arrive 2 hours late to the venue. Why did we arrive 2 hours late to the venue? Well, it looks like we have to go across the border to go to Switzerland. Though we didn’t need to show our passports or anything, we still had our tour bus emptied and checked for anything we might have had to declare and forgot to. But that went well nonetheless. What really took time was the bus mechanical problems that we had. 20 minutes on our way to Bern, past 5am when everybody was fast asleep, the air pressure conduct in the bus broke down. The bus driver had to stop on the side of the road and call for an emergency repair…! We managed to make it to the venue eventually, but way behind schedule… Meaning that sound checks had to be stressed, quick, and done super fast in order to try and fit them in the original schedule. Usually, that’s the type of situation that would stress us all out of our minds. But this time, no. No stress at all. What would happen would happen, and that’s how it would be, as simple as that. I mean, is stress going to help anything? No. So everybody just relaxed, focused on what they had to do, and things went very smoothly. This is something that surprised me greatly. But I think this is only the reflection of who we have become all together… We’ve learned that peace is something that comes from inside of you, and not from the circumstances around you. There are always circumstances. There are always things you wish would not happen. But somehow, these elements seem to add no gravity to our weightless flight.
And the show, our very first one in Switzerland, has been simply mind blowing! We didn’t know what to expect, didn’t know how this would happen, but we knew that the people would answer to us to the measure we would let go on stage. And it was simply magic. You can ask Séverine and Pascal who were there with us that night, they’ll be able to tell you all about it… 🙂
We drove by night to Winterthur. Another city none of us had ever heard of before. None of us saw the road that we drove on, the sceneries, the villages, the cities we passed by were just ghosts of a distant dream as all of us were asleep in our bunks from the moment the bus left to the moment we arrived at the venue in the morning. Ghosts of a dream, maybe, but ghosts that were nonetheless very alive under the rain that was hitting the city we had just arrived in. It seems as if rain has not stopped since we hit the road with Trail of Dead and Midnight Masses, never allowing us to see the beauties of any of the cities we have been to in Switzerland so far. We were blessed enough to however discover the city through the heart of their people with every show we have played in that still unknown country. And what a wonderful discovery it has been. We were blessed in many more ways than one through the smiles and words of absolutely everyone we came across. And once the show was over, we learned that the city had its first snow. Like that, early November. And as much as I hate winter, I am sure this first snow was a blessing on our heads, reminding us that miracles do occur even when we don’t know about them, and that even if we are not first-hand witnesses of these miracles, they are true nonetheless, equally powerful and uplifting. Because we do not see things doesn’t mean they do not exist. There’s so much we need to discover about, so much we need to learn from. And believing in more than meets the eye is that little secret to believing in what’s impossible. Because after all, look at us, we are still all together, a bunch of people who should have never met, that shouldn’t be together, but who are still a true family.
And then came the show in Lucerne. Our last one before our first day off on the tour (but that’s another story, right?). We arrived there quite early in the morning, and then set out for a walk outside. We heard Lucerne was such a beautiful city, and that there was so much to see, that we all decided, on our own, to enjoy the lack of rain, and go out for a walk. On my way, I met with Jeff, Sef and Miss Isabel. No idea where to go and where were the sights, we all found ourselves by a lake in front of a city built on a hill, where “the ducks are so nice you can even touch them”, as Sef said. Well, he never succeeded as ducks kept running away from him whenever he approached them, but I mean, I can’t blame them; I do the same when he approaches me…
We were wonderfully greeted by our dear friend Sue from the UK, who came to the city to see the band live and to spend a few days in that wonderful city. She took the time to talk to a few of us, telling us how much the vibe of the show had changed since she last saw us live. And she’s seen a lot of live performances, in North America, Europe, and Asia… If there was a record to be had for the most gigs seen by someone, I think she would be the champion 😉 But she is right. The vibe HAS changed, and it’s something that cannot be denied anymore. To give you an idea, during soundcheck, instead of going one instrument after the other, the guys simply added to the noise, layer after layer, to create a new song, just like they sometimes do at home when they rehearse. “Glimpses of the upcoming album, maybe?” said Alex. Who knows? And who cares? At that moment, I didn’t. I was simply happy to see them so happy and free on stage. But now that I think about it and take the time to write about it, I think it’s simply awesome. I can remember how much “Between Illness And Migration” cost each and everyone of us all throughout its creation process, and still today. “We knew it would cost us everything, but we didn’t know how much we had”… And somehow, though I know the eventual upcoming album will also cost us everything, I know that each and every moment will be cherished in a way a moment has never been cherished before; because we know how precious a true moment is, how it can’t be faked, and how life-changing a split-second is… And it’s with a destructively raging peace that the band got on stage a few hours after the sound checks, ready to put the walls down, whatever they might have been made of…
And after a day off, we came back to Switzerland, for one last concert… It was hard to believe that after this one, we wouldn’t be coming back to Switzerland on the tour. So we made sure to promise ourselves quite a party. A party like never before we’ve had. The venue was in the middle of nowhere, an ancient train station and factory that once had known glorious days but that were now over. A collective of people bought the place, transformed it into a venue the best they could. Cause that’s what the Biomill is. A collective of people who volunteer once a month only to open the place for a music event. Once a month. And this month, Your Favorite Enemies, along with Trail of Dead and Midnight Masses were the lucky guests of that friendly and welcoming place. The promoter/owner of the place told us the place was sold out, and that they could fit 300 people in there. Hard to believe, as it was so small! The floor was small, but so was the stage; Sef needed to add road cases to enlarge the stage in order for everything to fit on it (not that his spaceship is a bit too large, though… never!)
But the Swiss people must like to be close to one another, because the venue was hot that night! People were on fire! The changeovers are very long, so most people go outside for a smoke in between 2 bands playing. But as soon as the music started, people gathered in front of the stage, head banging, dancing, trashing. And just like it was for the members of the band on stage, it felt like their life depended on that night. The level of let go and self abandonment was magic. For those of you who have already been to a YFE concert, I think you can understand what I mean; it feels out of this world. As if for a moment, the place didn’t matter, the time had no power. You have no name anymore, you don’t come from a certain place no more, and you’re not following any kind of fashion. You’re one. With everyone else. One big collective of people letting go to the sounds and noises… going as far as you allow yourself to. And at Biomill, there was no limit…
Switzerland, it was our first encounter with you. And what an unbelievable first impression! Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts! We cannot wait to see you again!
– Stephanie