MC Trachiotomy’s band on this night is aptly named, The Cone of Uncertainty. And that name couldn’t be more dead on. Anyone living in New Orleans post-Katrina will tell you what the Cone of Uncertainty is, just like they’ll rattle of pertinent meteorological terms and talk loosely of isobars and rising temperatures in the Gulf of Mexico. The Cone refers to the projected possible path a hurricane may take and where there will likely be inclement weather. A lot of guessing is left up to the prepared ones as a storm approaches, as is the relevance to the “Uncertainty” part. Trachiotomy’s band is just that; although the songs aren’t that long or complicated, each time they are played its’ just a little bit different than the time before. Maybe Ben is having a good night and decides to throw in some African rythmns during a bridge, or Ratty just decides to go off into space. That is the uncertainty part, and Trachiotomy is using the Cone as a megaphone.

We arrived in Toulouse a few hours after we left the Bordeaux flop, and made it to the next venue. Well, I should say flop. Almost, considering the Le Pavillion du Sauvage is Toulouse’s only legal squatted property. The stage is small and in the basement, and from the looks from the load in, it’s going to be a big night. Bigger than Bordeaux at least, and hopefully more money. I believe they made $45 last night.

After a few rumblings and line checks, the band laid in to the set, opening with 19th Hole, and the Cone was down to business. But after the ripping through Myths , then Like Cherries the majority of the set was history fairly quickly. Maybe we got a whopping 25 minutes of rock, and light years from last nights show. Although Bordeaux’s attendance had a fraction of Toulouse’s, the band was in rare form – Bordeaux’s show saw Hare taking small solos on the kit, Ratty played most of the gig in the crowd, or on his back, while Jay wheeled around w/ his keyboard, sweating and preaching like a blues lunatic. Tonight there will be none of that. Maybe last night was all the band had and tonight was chill night, you never know. At least you can always be uncertain.

The Toulouse show was over, the band is packed up and chatting up some locals. The scene here is very young, early 20’s let’s say. No one is really talking to the band, and that may be just what they need a break. There’s 10 hrs to drive tomorrow to Paris, and thank god tonight’s post-show may just be sleeps.

One the way out of Le Pavillion, I hit up the free store and found myself a black wool Pierre Cardin coat that I donated to myself. My other jacket had an adventure the first night and rightfully is covered in stale beer.