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X: Hi, it’s Xavier.

G: Hi, it’s Gaspard.

THE FRENCH WANT TO KNOW...

Your most “Frenchy” concert memory?

X: A recent best memory was Rock en Seine in Paris, two or three weeks ago. We don’t play a lot in Paris; it’s always stressful for us because our friends and families are there. Every time we do, there’s always a technical issue, something that prevents us from doing well until the very end. And this time, everything went well. The audience was great; the venue was great, too. It had been 10 years since we last played at Rock en Seine. So there, it was a flawless performance.

How much do you charge to play at my birthday?

X: You’ll have to reach out to our agent. You don’t want to know.

And the most uncomfortable moment during a concert? 

X: The most physically uncomfortable was in Bordeaux in 2008, since we both had gastroenteritis. All of the tracks were super fast, all of the tracks were two and a half minutes long. We couldn’t take it anymore, it was really hard.

The “heaviest” number in your phone?*

X: For me, Gaspard’s is the heaviest in my phone.

G: Now, it’s complicated to respond to anyone else but Xavier.

X (smiling): Nooo, you’re allowed to.

G: Who? Well, Philippe Katerine. Yeah, I’m pretty happy to have his number. Philippe—hello!

Your favorite political figure?

X: Personally, I like Chirac’s flamboyance. But just his flamboyance, you know? When he was younger, when he used to hop over the turnstiles at the metro. And when he ate frog legs and ortolans [a type of songbird eaten as a delicacy] in Parisian restaurants.

G: Not for me, that’s not one of my favorite figures.

What do you wear to sleep?

X: Briefs.

G: Nothing.

X: Boxers are useless because they don’t hold you, which I prefer. It’s like when you swaddle babies, you know? They sleep well because they feel held all over. And isn’t that what briefs do?

Have you lied in this interview?

X (looking at G): He lied, he doesn’t know Philippe Katerine. The number that’s really the heaviest in his phone isn’t Philippe Katerine, it’s Nicolas Canteloup.

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X: Hi, it’s Xavier.

G: Hi, it’s Gaspard.

THE FRENCH WANT TO KNOW...

Your most “Frenchy” concert memory?

X: A recent best memory was Rock en Seine in Paris, two or three weeks ago. We don’t play a lot in Paris; it’s always stressful for us because our friends and families are there. Every time we do, there’s always a technical issue, something that prevents us from doing well until the very end. And this time, everything went well. The audience was great; the venue was great, too. It had been 10 years since we last played at Rock en Seine. So there, it was a flawless performance.

How much do you charge to play at my birthday?

X: You’ll have to reach out to our agent. You don’t want to know.

And the most uncomfortable moment during a concert? 

X: The most physically uncomfortable was in Bordeaux in 2008, since we both had gastroenteritis. All of the tracks were super fast, all of the tracks were two and a half minutes long. We couldn’t take it anymore, it was really hard.

The “heaviest” number in your phone?*

X: For me, Gaspard’s is the heaviest in my phone.

G: Now, it’s complicated to respond to anyone else but Xavier.

X (smiling): Nooo, you’re allowed to.

G: Who? Well, Philippe Katerine. Yeah, I’m pretty happy to have his number. Philippe—hello!

Your favorite political figure?

X: Personally, I like Chirac’s flamboyance. But just his flamboyance, you know? When he was younger, when he used to hop over the turnstiles at the metro. And when he ate frog legs and ortolans [a type of songbird eaten as a delicacy] in Parisian restaurants.

G: Not for me, that’s not one of my favorite figures.

What do you wear to sleep?

X: Briefs.

G: Nothing.

X: Boxers are useless because they don’t hold you, which I prefer. It’s like when you swaddle babies, you know? They sleep well because they feel held all over. And isn’t that what briefs do?

Have you lied in this interview?

X (looking at G): He lied, he doesn’t know Philippe Katerine. The number that’s really the heaviest in his phone isn’t Philippe Katerine, it’s Nicolas Canteloup.

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