Sometimes you decide to go to a concert not because of the band but because you want to see the venue since you’ve heard about it so much when you were young and not living in the Capital.
This was definitely the case for this concert.
I don’t think I understood one word of the lyrics (but at least he knew his own lyrics even if mumbled them unlike our last concert where the performer had monitors at every corner of the stage to help!). I also wouldn’t be able to recognize any members of the band (well the lead singer is the only original member anyway) because of the lighting, they were all silhouette. And to top it all off I had a porcupine haircut in front of me so I had to lean way too much into my right side neighbor (FYI hubby was on my left).
On a side note I only “liked” (and I use like in a very loose way) the encore songs (but that’s not the first time this happened).
It’s all about the journey not the destination anyway.
Located in the Pigalle district, the café-concert hall was built in 1887. With a capacity of around 1,000, it immediately specialized in revues. It was enlarged in 1894 by architect Henri Grandpierre, with a ceiling painted by Adolphe Léon Willette. After the First World War, operettas, vaudevilles and Jean Cocteau's futuristic evenings were performed here.
In the 1940s, La Cigale became a cinema, first specializing in exploitation films (B-movies, sexy movies, kung fu), then in X-rated films.
In 1987, La Cigale reopened with Les Rita Mitsouko, thanks to Jacques Renault and Fabrice Coat, two former second-hand goods dealers and co-founders of the "Les Bains Douches" nightclub. The venue, transformed into a multi-purpose concert hall, is modernized and decorated by Philippe Starck.
The vestibule and hall of the former café-concert have been listed as historic monuments since 1981.