Poulette Number One.
My friend just called from France and told me that Erika Peron has died in a crash. I met Erika when I toured with Aaron around France last year. Erika played cello with me and was brilliant. She just jumped in and got on board with out a second word. But it is her personality i will miss. Erika had me, and everyone around her, in stitches most of the time, a truly beautiful person who said what she felt without any filters. I never met anyone with a bad word to say about her. She was totally fuckin “lu la” mad in that awesome Breton way. I had such a good time touring and hanging with her and singing bad karaoke in bad bars. I don’t know what to say really except that it is totally and utterly fucked and unfair that she is no longer here. I was in a bad head space last time we met at a show in paris, tired and grumpy and i didn’t get a chance to chat. I truly regret that.
Erika was responsible for at least half of France’s hot chocolate consumption. She taught me how to swear in French and i was responsible for her screaming “Ya fuckin wanker ya” at every available and usually most inappropriate moment. Erika was the personification of inappropriate. And that’s what i love about her.
The world is a little dimmer tonight. I will truly miss you miss Peron. Thank you for sharing your fucking awesome self with us. Poulette no 1.
Please everyone take good care of yourselves mind yourselves out there. The world needs you.
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