All sorts of things happened there: it was not all beautiful and poetic, I met silly people too and bad stuff happened to me as well as to others; however, this place played a great part in making me a musician.
One day I finally met the person who then became my best friend. We were both going every day to this place but we had never met before; when he discovered I had a small organ in my bedroom, he asked me to be part of his band. This only lasted two rehearsals though as we soon created our own band, playing something in between improvised church music and creative noise.
Suddenly we were booked at the famous Baba festival (Festival of burned minds and exploded people) and two days after my 23rd birthday we played our first show, my first ever. It was a great success but more than that I had finally realised that I wanted to do that for my whole life.
After that I started my solo project: John (Jurassic) Poubelle, and the more it went on, the more I created music that looked and sounded like me. My heart, body and soul were broken, but I knew I would win and work it out. And this “it” was mainly myself, I suppose.
For the record, I kept on going there every night, because that had then become my family, and I was part of it. Everyone accepted me (that actually goes for anyone) as I am, and without actively wanting it, this helped me become unashamed of myself and everything I am. Even though, at the time, that meant feeling pathetic. And it meant being drunk.
The place’s motto is: “FEEL FREE”. For the first time in my life, I was hearing this, and seeing people being free, happy and themselves. The example was set and the way has been constantly paved for everyone.