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About Toulouse

The neck? Smooth as a baby’s bum, mate. Pickups hum like a prossie on a slow night – warm, dirty, gets you going. But the bloody bridge – fuck! – stings your fingers worse than my gran’s slap. Pisses me off, that does! Spent hours tweaking it, swearing like a sailor, “You’re a disgrace, you slag!” Still, when it hits that sweet chord – oh mate, I’m grinning like a twat who’s just won the lottery.

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Being a masseur, I notice textures, vibes, energy. The buildings! Their cracks tell tales, like on Rue du Bonheur. I once massaged a guy who was so chill in his soul – he said, “It’s like technology... almost human,” and I laughed madly. And then, guess what? His grin made my day!

Gramatik goes behind the scenes on This Is Life With Lisa Ling