I caught up with song of the week superstars Lemonade for a run-down on their just-closing-up tour with Sebastien Tellier. Some highlights in their own words.
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We began our brief stint supporting french superstar Sebastien Tellier in our recently settled home of New York last Wednesday. Our first impression of him after our first meeting was: Holy shit, this guy is totally for real. A week later and our impressions are confirmed. He has not broken character once. He has been boozy, detached and amusing the whole tour, not to mention overwhelmingly french.

New York was an awesome and happy show, the next night we played at Wellesley. The next night we were in DC; we were running on a burst of lateness endorphins, and our set felt reckless and loose, with some cable breaking mid-song from (bassist) Ben’s amp, and the soundman delivering Red Stripes to us while we played.

Next we went to Boston. Late again. Montreal was raining, and then it was SNOWING. We were so convinced it would be like springtime in Paris and women would be riding bicycles in dresses. It was still really damn fun. Resident party girl Heidy wouldn’t let us rest …Tellier was like a prince from the mother-country that night.

Toronto kinda sucked. Worst soundman ever. He was shaved bald, wore a suit, and acted like a jerk to his whole staff.

Long drives, consistently late nights, and the occasional sleeping in our jeans type situations have been a part of our life for several weeks with only a short break between tours and SXSW. (Drummer) Alex’s eyes yesterday were truly horrifying to look at. Maybe this is how Tellier got to be how he is. Hedonistic, and seemingly burned out. We have yet to see his eyes.

Check out Lemonade tunes live in Loudcrowd and at their myspace.

Lemonade Tour Journal