Toulouse - Paris - Boston - Minneapolis - Los Angeles (part. 2)

When you arrive in Los Angeles from the sky, you think you'll land in a ocean. An ocean of lights. Neverending lights for a city that never ends. L.A. nevers stops. L.A. has nos borders... Lights, and lights and lights...

I was thinking in the plane that we were going to be a little, little, little part of it very soon, writing a little, little, little line in music history, but meaning for us a massive, massive, massive experience. For our lives and MY OWN PRIVATE ALASKA.

Here were are.

Welcome to Los Angeles.