Journal de bord - Mondial Toboggan
L'homme aux gants bleus est apparu comme ça, derrière le second album de Mondial Toboggan à paraître en juillet 2026.
On ne sait pas grand-chose de lui. Il porte des gants bleus. Un matin, il s’est perdu exprès.
Chaque morceau de l'album cache une histoire vraie : une course de chevaux, un naufrage, un train de nuit. Jusqu'à début juillet, on les raconte ici, une à une, à travers lui. Ce qui suit est la première, le point de départ de son évasion. Qui il est vraiment, ce qui lui arrive, on le découvrira ensemble.
“Turf in USA” by Mondial Toboggan
The Travel Log — Mondial Toboggan.
The man with the blue gloves appeared like that, somewhere behind Mondial Toboggan's second album, out in July 2026.
We don't know much about him. He wears blue gloves. One morning, he got lost on purpose.
Each track on the album hides a true story: a horse race, a shipwreck, a night train. Until early July, we tell them here, one by one, through him. What follows is the first — the starting point of his escape. Who he really is, what happens to him — we'll find out together.
EN Travel Log
"This morning, I forgot my transit pass. The RER A turnstile looked at me like I was nobody. So I walked, hands in the pockets of my K-way, the blue gloves I never wear. And at the end of the street, there was a PMU."
"Gégé explained the tiercé to me. The odds, the horses, how to read a racing form like a novel. I'd never placed a bet in my life. But he was talking about a horse. And that horse changed everything."
"Ourasi. Gégé says he's the best trotter in the world. Unbeatable. Tonight, live broadcast from Garden State Park, New Jersey. The March of Dimes, 1988. I can feel something is about to happen. I just don't know what."
"Release day! Ourasi lost. Sugarcane Hanover beat him on the line. Gégé didn't say a word for ten minutes. Neither did I. We wrote a song about that night. Turf in USA is out now."
"On the way home I put my hands in the pockets of my K-way. The transit pass had been there all along."
"I looked at it for a long time. Then I put it back in my pocket. The office can wait. There's a guy in Bordeaux who wants to talk to me about a boat."