07/05/2017

My new language


Because my previous post was a bit depressing (a tiny bit) and because I've noticed that people read less and less, I think I will only express myself in songs' lyrics from now...

I you look at this blog from time to time, you can react and vote in favour or against this new measure.

Statement One - for Tonight:


'Thriller'





Statement Two - from tomorrow:

'Revolution'




Like May 7, 2017 (History keeps pulling me down)


Dimanche 7 mai 2017.

J'ai ce souvenir en tête... Il y a 12 ans, cette première semaine de mai, j'étais à Berlin car j'allais interviewer Imre Kertész... Le grand Prix Nobel de littérature hongrois.

Je relisais tous ses livres dont le déchirant Etre sans destin, et Berlin dévoilait le Monument de stèles géantes sur la place du Reichstag.

L'Allemagne fêtait pour la première fois sa propre défaite.

2005 / 2017.

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Twelve years ago, I said, I was in Berlin, Germany the first week of May, as I was about the interview the great Hungarian writer, Imre Kertész, Nobel Prize for Literature. His novel, Fateless, was the most heartbreaking story I had ever read. It retells the story of Imre's youth, in Budapest, when, in 1944, he was taken away from home in the street with other Jewish people, by the Hungarian authoritative government, and how he was sent to a concentration camp. The boy spent more than a year in Auschwitz, while the Allies were actually winning the last battles against Germany.

That first week of May 2005, Germany celebrated for the first time its own defeat, as the Victory Over Fascism. And Berlin inaugurated a Monument of Remembrance for the Victims of the Holocaust, just being their Parliament, the Reichstag.




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As many French kids, I had studied German in school from the age of 10, as a part of our duty to reunite Europe. I linked the language a lot, but the classes were often severe and we had to face the country's troubled history. As well as our responsibilities, as French citizens, in these catastrophes.

A couple of years later, when I started the English class, it was the course of films and music and in less than a year, I could speak fluent. I never really spoke German. I studied Kafka in the original text at La Sorbonne, when I was 20 years old, but I was never able to speak the language, to connect, to let it in into my heart. It was stuck in my head...

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Today, English is my favourite language, I speak it, I write it, I live it and I even dream in English. For me, it's the language of love and dear friends.


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Hey, England, English friends, if I'm back in a week as an asylum seeker, I hope you'll know that I have always loved you and that you are my second home anyway and the place where I've left my heart. Please find the strength to still accept people like us, running away from their political nightmare...

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I'd like to finish this post with a song, in order to bring another energy. As I have a horrible feeling regarding this French election...

Let's try to conjure it.


Florence+The Machine - 'Leave My Body'



Lyrics



"Leave My Body"

I'm gonna be released from behind these lines
And I don't care whether I live or die
And I'm losing blood, I'm gonna leave my bones
And I don't want your heart it leaves me cold

I don't want your future
I don't need your past
One bright moment
Is all I ask

I'm gonna leave my body
(moving up to higher ground)
I'm gonna lose my mind
(History keeps pulling me down)
Said I'm gonna leave my body
(moving up to higher ground)
I'm gonna lose my mind
(History keeps pulling me, pulling me down)

I don't need a husband, don't need no wife
And don't need the day, I don't need the night
And I don't need the birds let them fly away
And I don't want the clouds, they never seem to stay

I don't want no future
I don't need no past
One bright moment
Is all I ask

I don't want your future
I don't need your past
One bright moment
Is all I ask

I'm gonna leave my body
(moving up to higher ground)
I'm gonna lose my mind
(History keeps pulling me down)
Said I'm gonna leave my body
(moving up to higher ground)
I'm gonna lose my, lose my mind
(History keeps pulling me, pulling me down)

Pulling me down
Pulling me down
Pulling me down
Pulling me, pulling me down

I'm gonna leave my body
(moving up to higher ground)
I'm gonna lose my mind
(History keeps pulling me down)
Said I'm gonna leave my body
(moving up to higher ground)
I'm gonna lose my mind
(History keeps pulling me, pulling me down)

Yeah, said I'm gonna leave my body
(moving up to higher ground)
I'm gonna lose my mind
(History keeps pulling me down)
(moving up to higher ground)
(History keeps pulling me, pulling me down)


06/05/2017

'Damaged Goods'



Gang of Four - 'Damaged Goods' (Damaged Goods EP)




Lyrics:


"Damaged Goods"

The change will do you good
I always knew it would
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust

Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour

Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
The sins of the flesh
Are simply sins of lust

Sweat's running down your back
Sweat's running down your neck
Heated couplings in the sun (Or is that untrue?)
Colder couplings in the night (Never saw your body)

Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust

The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good

Damaged goods, send 'em back
I can't work, I can't achieve, send me back
Open the till, give me the change you said would do me good
Refund the cost, you said you're cheap but you're so smart

Your sweat so sour
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust

The change will do you good
I always knew it would
You know the change will do you good
You know the change will do you good

I'm kissing you goodbye
I'm kissing you goodbye
I'm kissing you goodbye
I'm kissing you goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye


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More punk music in the coming days... 



05/05/2017

Black Roots are back



BRISTOL REGGAE'S ROOTS....

 Black Roots, the most legendary reggae band from Bristol are back!! 

New album, new single and this new video shot all over Bristol! Mainly St Pauls. 

I lived just in front of the "Jamaica Café" we see at the beginning :-) 


Black Roots - I Believe featuring Jah Garvey (Official Video)





Published on 4 May 2017

This video features track one of Black Roots' latest release - I Believe ep out on 26th May 2017. It is available to buy from:

http://bit.ly/IBelieveDirectBuyLink

http://bit.ly/IBelieveDirectBuyLink

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We'll talk about it in Paris, on May 14:

https://www.facebook.com/events/407872096262313/?active_tab=discussion


La scène alternative britannique / DÉBAT au Merle moqueur du 104

Le dimanche 14 mai, à 16h, nous accueillerons un débat au Merle moqueur du 104. En compagnie de Mélissa Chemam, auteure et journaliste, de Marjorie Hache, journaliste, et de Jérémie Kroubo Dagnigni, chercheur, nous échangerons autour de la scène alternative britannique des années 1990 à nos jours.

Il sera d'abord question du groupe Massive Attack, groupe de rock anglais originaire de Bristol, sur lequel Melissa Chemam a écrit un ouvrage de réflexion : "En dehors de la zone de confort, de Massive Attack à Banksy). Le débat pourra ensuite être élargi à la scène alternative britannique, qui a également été marquée par d'autres influences comme les courants punk et post-punk, avec des groupes comme Primal Scream et Young Fathers, tous deux écossais et proches de Massive Attack.
Aux côtés de Melissa Chemam lors de ce débat : Marjorie Hache, journaliste pour Ouï FM et Jérémie Kroubo Dagnigni, chercheur et auteur spécialiste des musiques populaires jamaïcaines.

Rendez-vous le dimanche 14 mai à 16h pour un débat chaleureux, passionnant... et rock'n'roll.

- Melissa Chemam est journaliste depuis 2004, passée par Paris, Prague, Miami, Londres, Nairobi et Bangui avant d’atterrir à Bristol, Elle est allée à la rencontre de tous ces artistes, chez eux, et sur les routes qu’ils parcourent. Elle a notamment travaillé avec Canal +, France 24, la BBC (en Angleterre), World Food Programm, le Figaro, Rfi, Radio France ou Die Welle (en Allemagne).

- Franco-écossaisement vôtre, Marjorie Hache est née à Edimbourg et a grandi entre la France et l’Écosse. Elle a même été sevrée au whisky et aux escargots (Fact !). Grande fan de OUI FM pendant ses années collège-lycée, c’est à Londres et à Glasgow qu’elle fera ses débuts radiophoniques. Ces années Glaswegiennes lui permettront d’apprendre à interviewer des artistes, organiser des soirées, et surtout croiser beaucoup de rock stars ! Elle pose ses valises à OÜI FM en octobre 2012 pour partager du bon son rock en provenance de Grande-Bretagne avec UK Beats.

- Jérémie Kroubo Dagnigni est docteur en langues, littératures et civilisations anglo-saxonnes de l'Université Bordeaux 3. Il est spécialiste des musiques populaires jamaïcaines et l'auteur de plusieurs ouvrages sur le sujet. Il donne régulièrement des conférences en France et à l'étranger. Il est désormais chercheur associé au Centre d'Etudes Politiques contemporaines (CEPOC), composante du laboratoire POLEN (POuvoirs, LEttres, Normes) à l'Université d'Orléans.





04/05/2017

Nú Barreto, de Bissau à New York via Paris



Mon portrait de Nú Barreto, artiste bissau-guinéen à la Foire d'art contemporain africain 1:54 à Brooklyn, New York. Pour Toute la Culture. La Foire ouvre demain! Avant son édition londonienne en octobre.
Jolis mois de mai et d'octobre :-)...


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NÚ BARRETO, UN ARTISTE AFRICAIN AU DELÀ DES CLIVAGES À 1:54 NEW YORK

4 mai 2017 Par
Melissa Chemam


Crédit photo : ©Thierry Caron / Divergence
La Foire a ouvert les portes de sa première édition à Londres, en octobre 2013, à l’iconique Somerset House, au cœur de la capitale britannique, entre Trafalgar Square et la Tamise. Un centre d’art incontournable qui accueille également la sublime Courtauld Gallery, London Photo, la Fashion Week et de très belles expositions dont le Recording In Progress de la chanteuse PJ Harvey, en 2015.
Et depuis 2016, 1 :54 organise également une Foire d’art contemporain africain à New York City, à l’emblématique Pioneer Works/Center for Art + Innovation à Brooklyn, présentant une sélection exigeante d’artistes africains et de galeries du monde entier. Cette année, du 5 au 7 mai, aux mêmes dates que la Frieze Art Fair New York, 1 :54 expose des œuvres venant de Dakar, Accra, Lagos, Nairobi ou encore d’Afrique du Nord.
Parmi les soixante artistes invités : le peintre congolais Chéri Samba ; le Marocain Mohamed Melehi ; le sculpteur, designer et peinte ivoirien Ernest Dükü ; le peintre soudanais à la carrière remarquable, Ibrahim El-Salahi ; le dessinateur et génie de l’animation sud-africain William Kentridge ; l’artiste multimédia nigériane Marcia Kure, connue pour ses œuvres étrillant les questions postcoloniales ; le sculpteur béninois Romuald Hazoumè ; le photographe sénégalais Antoine Tempé et de nombreux autres…
Parmi ces derniers, le bissau-guinéen Nú Barreto, qui vit entre Paris, Lisbonne et Bissau. Artiste multidisciplinaire, Nú navigue entre la peinture, le dessin, le collage, la vidéo et la photographie. Né en 1966, formé à la photographie, photographe de mode, photoreporter parcourant le continent mais rapidement passé à l’art, ses œuvres mettent en scène des représentations de l’oppression sociopolitique récurrente sur le continent africain. Plusieurs de ses tableaux et dessins ont été exposées à Ville de Martigny en Suisse, dans le cadre du projet Dakar – Martigny: Hommage à la Biennale d’art contemporain (en 2016) ; à la Fundação Arpad Szenes – Vieira da Silva, au Portugal (en 2012) ; au Festival Mondial des Arts Nègres à Dakar (en 2010); au Museu Nacional de Belas Artes, à Rio de Janeiro (en 2006) ou encore à Dak’Art – la Biennale de l’Art Africain Contemporain, dans la capitale sénégalaise (en 2006). Une rétrospective de son travail dessiné est également en cours d’élaboration à Bissau.
A New York, il expose une nouvelle version de son immense toile intitulée Disunited States of Africa, créée originellement en 2010 en France, dans son atelier près de Paris, à Torcy. La toile de 4 mètres sur 6 représente un drapeau aux bannières jaunes et rouges affublé d’un rectangle vert et de 53 étoiles noires. Dans cette nouvelle version, il en a ajouté une 54e cette année, pour figurer le dernier né des Etat africain, le Soudan du Sud, créé en 2011, après sa séparation d’avec le Soudan.
« Ces étoiles dispersées représentent pour moi l’état désunis des pays du continent mais elles sont aussi toutes d’une même taille, parce que tous les pays comptent dans l’avenir du continent », m’expliquait Nú à Paris quelques jours avant son départ pour New York.
Trilingue et globetrotteur, Nú est bien placé pour observer les plateformes qui exposent aujourd’hui l’art africain, et pour dépasser les clivages entre les capitales de cet art : Lagos et Nairobi d’un côté ; Dakar, Abidjan et le Bénin, de l’autre, Bénin où l’ouverture de la Fondation Zinsou a changé la donne ces dernières années ; mais aussi Londres et New York.
1 :54 New York accueille également, entre autres événements, une série de débats au sein du programme FORUM, à partir de vendredi 5 mai, sur l’histoire de l’art africain depuis le début du vingtième siècle, les enjeux et défis de la production artistique sur le continent, les questions de résistance sociale et politique, ainsi que les développements récents de nouveaux réseaux et carrefours pour les artistes contemporains du continent. Parmi les invités : Derrick Adams, Sadie Barnette, Adrienne Edwards, Charles Gaines, Malik Gaines, Eungie Joo, Koyo Kouoh, Marcia Kure, Thomas Lax, Smooth Ugochukwu C, Mendi et Keith Obadike, Odili Donald Odita, Adam Pendleton, Sondra Perry, Rael Salley, Alexandro Segade, Tschabalala Self, Nicola Vassell.
Du 5 au 8 octobre prochain, l’édition européenne de 1 :54 sera de nouveau à la Somerset House, à Londres. Et du 24 au 25 février 2018, un premier rendez-vous marocain sera inauguré à La Mamounia de Marrakech.

Crédit photo : ©Thierry Caron / Divergence
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'Letter to Hermione'


Not heard this song in a million years... Thanks to the one who shared it.

Because we have to keep on standing strong in this time of things falling apart, we forget how little and alone we are.

And sometimes there is someone out, far far away, who comes to your mind when you think that maybe this is the end. There is a face, a voice, a few words in your mind when you think you won't be able to go any further.

For all the people who inspired us joy, light and love in our life, even if for a few days, a few hours, a few seconds, but seconds that remain suspended in time, in eternity, in their profound beauty, immaculate and unchanged, never ruined by any pettiness or mistakes, seconds of bliss and perfect understanding, when you feel nothing is more beautiful that this other human being...


David Bowie - 'Letter to Hermione' - 1969


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'Letter to Hermione' is a song from David Bowie's 1969 album Space Oddity. It contains a mix of folk, balladry, and prog rock. Held to be "the first Bowie album proper", and his first deemed worthy by record companies of regular reissue, Space Oddity featured a notable list of collaborators, including session players Herbie Flowers, Tim Renwick, Terry Cox, and Rick Wakeman, as well as cellist Paul Buckmaster, multi-instrumentalist and producer Tony Visconti, and bassist John Lodge.

This ballad is a love letter to Hermione Farthingale, who Bowie met through Lindsay Kemp. She became Bowie's girlfriend and they lived together for a short while in London in 1968. In early 1969 she left Bowie for Stephen Reinhardt, an American musician and dancer she met on the film Song of Norway.

An early name for the song was "Im Not Quite". Bowie recorded a demo version of the song with this name together with John Hutchinson in February 1969.

Comedian Ricky Gervais has repeatedly expressed his love for this song, going so far as to call it his favourite David Bowie song, indeed, possibly his favourite ever song. He chose it as one of his Desert Island Discs.

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Lyrics, of course:



"Letter To Hermione"

The hand that wrote this letter
Sweeps the pillow clean
So rest your head and 
read a treasured dream
I care for no one else but you
I tear my soul to cease the pain
I think maybe you feel the same
What can we do?
I'm not quite sure what we're supposed to do
So I've been writing just for you

They say your life is going very well
They say you sparkle like a different girl
But something tells me that you hide
When all the world is warm and tired
You cry a little in the dark
Well so do I
I'm not quite sure 
what you're supposed to say
But I can see it's not okay

He makes you laugh
He brings you out in style
He treats you well
And makes you up real fine
And when he's strong
He's strong for you
And when you kiss
It's something new
But did you ever call my name
Just by mistake?
I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to do
So I'll just write some love to you


03/05/2017

The unbearable lightness of Britpop...


Great article by Tracey Thorn about British Music in the 1990s in the New Statesman. Pretty much the 7th chapter of my book...

Tracey Thorn is a very unique and independent singer and songwriter who came to fame in the UK with the very original band Everything But The Girl. In 1994/95, she collaborated with Massive Attack on two songs for the album Protection, then on a cover of 'The Hunter Gets Hunted By The Game'.


Tracey Thorn: the unbearable whiteness of Britpop




2 MAY 2017



At the 1998 Brit Awards, New Labour’s love affair with Cool Britannia got a drenching when Danbert Nobacon from Chumbawamba tipped a bucket of ice- cold water over the head of John Prescott, the then deputy prime minister. It was such a comedown. Less than a year earlier, in July 1997, shortly after Labour’s general election victory, Tony Blair had triumphantly hosted a glittering music biz reception at No 10, cementing the link between the new government and all things groovy. Although, according to Alastair Campbell’s diaries, Blair was worried even then about rock’n’roll behaviour, and felt that Noel Gallagher “was bound to do something crazy”, the Creation Records boss Alan McGee assured him Noel would behave, saying only that “if we had invited Liam, it might have been different”.

Poor Tony, though, trying so hard to be down with the cool kids and yet so scared of what the cool kids might do. I was at the 1996 Brits, where he gave a speech, and the room had filled with a frisson of both approval and the opposite. The party on the table behind us were heckling and I remember turning to shout at them, “Well, who would you prefer?” feeling some sense of loyalty and gratitude towards Blair for the unexpected optimism he’d introduced into the Labour voter’s life. A row broke out, drunken and par for the course at the Brits, but it was telling that it was about politics rather than drugs or rock’n’roll.
In his ill-fitting Nineties suit and spotted tie, Blair made a speech that was a celebration of the renewed chart dominance of British bands, putting their success down to the inspiration they’d drawn from the past – “from bands like the Beatles, the Stones, the Kinks . . . or the later generations, the Clash, the Smiths, the Stone Roses . . .” Well. You don’t need me to tell you the kind of people who are missing from that list. It’s a ­version of music history that sums up precisely what went wrong during the Britpop years.

I’d attended the Brits in 1995, too, and wrote later in Bedsit Disco Queen about how proud I was to be sitting with Massive Attack: “Protection was up for a couple of awards, and though it was the height of the Britpop Oasis v Blur battle, I felt that ours was the table to be on, with Massive and Tricky and Björk. The rock kids seemed to be trapped in a dreary rehash of the past, still repetitively harking back to the yawn-inducing Sixties, while we were with a group of people who were looking forwards.”

By 1996, the two strands of the music scene were in direct competition. Our song “Missing” was up for Best Single and “Protection” the single for Best Video. Massive Attack won Best British Dance Act, while Batman Forever, featuring Massive and me singing a Smokey Robinson cover, won Best Soundtrack. But Oasis won Best Album and Video and Group, beating Blur and Pulp and Radiohead in those categories, and when Massive went up to collect their award, 3D made a sardonic comment, saying, “It’s quite ironic, ’cos none of us can dance.” It was a joke but he wasn’t laughing, and I think he was making a point. He might have said, especially given the most recent album that they’d made: “Why are we in a different category from Blur and Radiohead? Why is Protection a ‘dance’ album? What is ‘dance’ code for?”

It was a classic piece of Othering. The implication of the awards, and of Blair’s speech, was that the white boys with guitars were the Norm, and deviations from that were the Other, and certainly not the main story. How great it would have been if, for instance, in celebrating the successes of British music, Blair had cited the Stones, Dusty Springfield, Sandy Denny, the Sex Pistols, the Smiths, Soul II Soul, the Specials and Sade. That’s a list that reflects the diversity of UK pop brilliance, and it’s just artists beginning with the letter S.

The other event of the 1996 Brits was the Jarvis Cocker/Michael Jackson incident. It was over so quickly that no one knew quite what was going on, and a huge “what just happened?” rumbled round the room. But by next morning it had gone down in pop rebel history – punky Brit sticks two fingers up at superstar narcissist. Looking back now, I’m less comfortable, and can’t help wincing at the thought that in fact Cocker had insulted the only black artist performing on stage that night, winner of the Artist of a Generation Award. In retrospect, it has a whiff of archetypal lad-culture boorishness, another of the worst aspects of the time.
Britpop may have started as a reassertion of home-grown indie over American grunge but it gave comfort to those who wanted to reassert “traditional” songwriting styles and band structures in the face of the recent success of rave and dance culture. The industry, alarmed by collectives and DJs and “anonymous” guest vocalists, leapt to the defence of the new bands that looked just like the bands of yore. They recognised this genre as a type that would sell albums, where the money was. Hooray for Britpop! It presumably came as a relief after the 1994 Brits, where awards had been won by Dina Carroll, Stereo MCs, Gabrielle and M People, and where two women, Björk and P J Harvey, had performed a radically deconstructed version of the Stones’ rock classic “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction”.

There was so much happening. Spectacular releases by Portishead, and Tricky, and the forming of Goldie’s Metalheadz label, and the birth of drum’n’bass. It was a progressive scene, and reminded me of the Eighties, when in the wake of punk the charts filled up with boy/girl duos, multiracial groups, androgynous singers and gay electronic cabaret performers. For some reason, though, in the mid-Nineties a form of nostalgia began to hold sway, and we let it. In 2017, with the arguments about grime at the Brit Awards, I realise that we’re still having the same conversations about how to reflect and respect successful underground scenes, and we’re not much further on. Maybe the rot set in when we let the news lead with an item about two rock bands releasing singles on the same day and pretended that it was a groundbreaking story.

So I kick against the official version of what was important, the reducing of those years to The Story of Britpop. It was a strand of what was happening, not the whole picture. The legacy of mid-Nineties music is apparent in current artists from James Blake and FKA Twigs, through Skepta and Disclosure, to Stormzy and The xx. Who, on the other hand, is claiming to have been inspired by Oasis? And it makes me think that whenever the rock-group stereotype reasserts itself, you need to look elsewhere to find what’s really interesting. 

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Tracey Thorn is a musician and writer, best known as one half of Everything but the Girl. She writes the fortnightly “Off the Record” column for the New Statesman. Her latest book is Naked at the Albert Hall.

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Link to the New Statesman's article:
http://www.newstatesman.com/culture/music-theatre/2017/05/tracey-thorn-unbearable-whiteness-britpop




02/05/2017

Musique britannique : Du punk à Massive Attack... Le 10 mai à la Bellevilloise


(RENCONTRE) Ravie d'annoncer que le journaliste, critique et auteur Christian Eudeline, spécialiste de musique punk, entre autres, sera à mes côtés le mercredi 10 mai à La Bellevilloise pour parler de l'influence du punk sur les musiciens et artistes de Bristol. 





RDV mercredi 10 mai à 18h, 19-21 rue Boyer, Paris 20e. 

La rencontre sera animée par Yaël Hirsch de Toute la culture !




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Les détails ici : 
https://www.facebook.com/massiveattacktobanksy/


Présentation :



 Rendez-vous le mercredi 10 mai pour une discussion sur l'évolution de la musique britannique depuis la fin des années 1970s et son rôle dans le changement social du pays, à la Bellevilloise, Paris 20e. 

Elle réunira également intervenants :

-Mélissa Chemam, journaliste indépendante et auteur du livre En dehors de la zone de confort – De Massive Attack à Bansky, consacré à la scène de la ville anglaise de Bristol,

-et Christian Eudeline, journaliste musique et auteur de plusieurs livres sur l’histoire de la musique punk.

Elle sera animée par Yaël Hirsch, fondatrice et directrice du site Toute La Culture.

Thème de la discussion : les influences punk et reggae sur la ville de Bristol.

Les invités aborderont l'influence du post-punk Grande-Bretagne, et plus particulièrement à Bristol, om l’album Mezzanine de Massive Attack, a en 1998, fait ressortir du passé l’élan post-punk qui a marqué le pays de 1977 à 1985.

Ils parleront de Massive Attack, Tricky et Portishead, mais aussi de leur prédécesseurs à Bristol (Le Pop Group, les Glaxo Babies, Black Roots, le Wild Bunch), de leurs inspirations (Bob Marley, The Specials, The Clash, Stiff Little Fingers mais aussi la Motown, David Bowie et les Beatles) et bien d'autres !

Ils reviendront sur le mouvement graffiti britannique, né au début des années 1980 et influencé par l’énergie punk...


La rencontre aura lieu de 18h à 20h.



Save the NHS


The NHS: A Visual Essay from juniordoctorblog.com





Do you know anything about the NHS? Vote wisely. #GE2017 #voteNHS juniordoctorblog.com


01/05/2017

Labour Day - Atmosphere...


Paris, 1er mai, Fête du Travail... Ou ce qu'il en reste




Marching again:





Soundtrack of the day...


Arcade Fire presents 
'Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)'





"Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)"

They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
These days my life, I feel it has no purpose
But late at night the feelings swim to the surface

'Cause on the surface the city lights shine
They're calling at me, come and find your kind
Sometimes I wonder if the World's so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

We rode our bikes to the nearest park
Sat under the swings and kissed in the dark
We shield our eyes from the police lights
We run away, but we don't know why
Black river, your city lights shine
They're screaming at us, we don't need your kind
Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small
Can we ever get away from the sprawl?
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights