Monday, December 26, 2005
Journey Home
Hiding behind the corner.
Je me cache derrière le coin.
This is a perfect spot for a tea break.
Voila un coin judicieux pour prendre son gouter.
The view wasn´t worth the trouble.
La vue ne vallait pas l'effort fourni.
It was self explanatory really even if the lemon sorbet cake raised the alarm.
C'était pourtant très clair même si le gâteau au sorbet de citron a fait retentir l'alarme.
Smile and Succeed you Scum!
Publicités et Mot d'Ordre
Sourire Suivant (Publicité)
Cette le formule utilisé dans une publicité de métro pour un supermarché me fait trembler de peur et dégoût. Un sentiment qui s’accroît chaque fois que je la vois. Pour moi la notion de sourire évoque quelque chose de sournois et sinistre. Voyons le ‘sous-rire’ à l’opposé du ‘rire’ pur et dur qui nous fait penser à la joie, la spontanéité, la liberté ou même l’hystérie.
En choisissant le sourire, les créateurs de la pub démontrent qu’ils sont conscients que les supermarchés ne sont pas porteurs de joie. Effectivement la deuxième partie de la formule donne à ce sourire un coté expéditif comme si le supermarché était une machine à sourires.
Le cauchemar qui me travaille l’intérieur c’est de voir un tapis roulant de gens avec des sourires identikit et des sacs d’achats ballant des mains à la sortie d’un un supermarché.
Reussir son Bébé (Publicité)
Cette formule apparaît juste à coté d’une photo d'un bébé qui affiche une expression qui n’a rien d’un rire ni même un sourire. C’est plutôt une expression d’effroi mêlé à un dégoût naissant.
Réussir son bébé, certes... et si on le rate. Est-ce que c’est comme un soufflé au citron ? Peut-être s’était-on trompé et on avait confondu le sucre et le sel ?
Réussir son bébé... c’est plus une épreuve comme le BAC S ou ES, mais si on perd des points, si nos coefficients sont trop faibles est-ce qu’on peut les rattraper ?
De la notion d’épreuve on passe rapidement à l’éprouvette, des laboratoires, des chercheurs regardant à travers un microscope cherchant le meilleur résultat.
Racaille (Mot d’Ordre)
Le ministre de l’intérieur a employé ce mot, les médias s’en sont emparés et maintenant tout le monde l’inclut dans ses conversations journalières.
Il y a quelque temps un documentaire fut diffusé sur un linguiste juif victime de l’Holocauste. Entre 1933 et jusqu’a sa mort il traça le développement du langage du nazisme avec une froideur et une objectivité implacable. Dans ses essais il parlait de comment des mots tels que ‘haine’, ‘hystérie’ et ‘paranoïa’ furent revêtus de connotations positives.
Le ministre de l’intérieur a réintroduit le mot 'racaille' dans le domaine public par des voies de communication officielles.
Je suis convaincu que le nazisme n’est pas arrivé au pouvoir que par l’intimidation et la violence mais aussi par l’introduction d’un langage textuel et visuel (logos, insignes...) ciblé et calculé, au delà d'un discours et de la rhétorique de surface. Ce langage textuel (des mots et des courtes expressions) a facilité le passage de l’idée à l’acte.
La réintroduction du mot 'racaille' s'inscrit dans l'approche décrite ci-dessus. C'est comme un virus du langage. Après l'innoculation médiatique et son heure de gloire dans les conversations après le diner, il rentre dans une phase d'hibernation...mais jusqu'à quand?
Le jour quand le mot ‘racaille’ ne sera plus employé entre guillemets comme il l’est maintenant, j’espère que je serais très loin de la France.
Sourire Suivant (Publicité)
Cette le formule utilisé dans une publicité de métro pour un supermarché me fait trembler de peur et dégoût. Un sentiment qui s’accroît chaque fois que je la vois. Pour moi la notion de sourire évoque quelque chose de sournois et sinistre. Voyons le ‘sous-rire’ à l’opposé du ‘rire’ pur et dur qui nous fait penser à la joie, la spontanéité, la liberté ou même l’hystérie.
En choisissant le sourire, les créateurs de la pub démontrent qu’ils sont conscients que les supermarchés ne sont pas porteurs de joie. Effectivement la deuxième partie de la formule donne à ce sourire un coté expéditif comme si le supermarché était une machine à sourires.
Le cauchemar qui me travaille l’intérieur c’est de voir un tapis roulant de gens avec des sourires identikit et des sacs d’achats ballant des mains à la sortie d’un un supermarché.
Reussir son Bébé (Publicité)
Cette formule apparaît juste à coté d’une photo d'un bébé qui affiche une expression qui n’a rien d’un rire ni même un sourire. C’est plutôt une expression d’effroi mêlé à un dégoût naissant.
Réussir son bébé, certes... et si on le rate. Est-ce que c’est comme un soufflé au citron ? Peut-être s’était-on trompé et on avait confondu le sucre et le sel ?
Réussir son bébé... c’est plus une épreuve comme le BAC S ou ES, mais si on perd des points, si nos coefficients sont trop faibles est-ce qu’on peut les rattraper ?
De la notion d’épreuve on passe rapidement à l’éprouvette, des laboratoires, des chercheurs regardant à travers un microscope cherchant le meilleur résultat.
Racaille (Mot d’Ordre)
Le ministre de l’intérieur a employé ce mot, les médias s’en sont emparés et maintenant tout le monde l’inclut dans ses conversations journalières.
Il y a quelque temps un documentaire fut diffusé sur un linguiste juif victime de l’Holocauste. Entre 1933 et jusqu’a sa mort il traça le développement du langage du nazisme avec une froideur et une objectivité implacable. Dans ses essais il parlait de comment des mots tels que ‘haine’, ‘hystérie’ et ‘paranoïa’ furent revêtus de connotations positives.
Le ministre de l’intérieur a réintroduit le mot 'racaille' dans le domaine public par des voies de communication officielles.
Je suis convaincu que le nazisme n’est pas arrivé au pouvoir que par l’intimidation et la violence mais aussi par l’introduction d’un langage textuel et visuel (logos, insignes...) ciblé et calculé, au delà d'un discours et de la rhétorique de surface. Ce langage textuel (des mots et des courtes expressions) a facilité le passage de l’idée à l’acte.
La réintroduction du mot 'racaille' s'inscrit dans l'approche décrite ci-dessus. C'est comme un virus du langage. Après l'innoculation médiatique et son heure de gloire dans les conversations après le diner, il rentre dans une phase d'hibernation...mais jusqu'à quand?
Le jour quand le mot ‘racaille’ ne sera plus employé entre guillemets comme il l’est maintenant, j’espère que je serais très loin de la France.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Tchernobyl Disco
There we are, the artwork for the debut single out this weekend. The radioactive head is hand drawn using a felt tip pen. The font for 'Marco Tulio Thrash' is Eras Demi Light (I think) and the one for 'Tchernobyl Disco' is Dokyo, sadly an often misused font in club flyers and such things.
As for the single itself the B-sides are Drive To Glory Hole and The Toys are Gone. Drive To Glory Hole is about barely concealed anger in the metro. The Toys are Gone is about a visit to one's hometown after ten years. Lyrics can accessed from the side menu.
All the songs were recorded and mixed by De Rinchy from Club des Chats fame. Their website can be accessed from the Links section in the sidebar. Come on! let the feline punk out of the bag.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Not Bleeding
Try Me
written by Marco Tulio Thrash
You were talking to the cat,
when I came in.
You didn't bring it up,
when I sat down.
You tried to calm me down,
when I got up.
But I wanted blood.
Try me, try me,
Try me again. (x2)
You're soft like a cat's paw.
But you hurt like a cat's claw. (x2)
Try me, try me,
Try me again.
You were busy making plans,
when I came in.
You didn't even care,
where I sat down.
You tried to fit me in,
when I got up.
But I wanted blood.
(Chorus)
You already made your mind,
when I came in.
You didn't want me back,
when I sat down.
You tried to make me stay,
when I got up.
But I wanted blood.
(Chorus)
as performed at the Pop In Club on Nov, 27th.
written by Marco Tulio Thrash
You were talking to the cat,
when I came in.
You didn't bring it up,
when I sat down.
You tried to calm me down,
when I got up.
But I wanted blood.
Try me, try me,
Try me again. (x2)
You're soft like a cat's paw.
But you hurt like a cat's claw. (x2)
Try me, try me,
Try me again.
You were busy making plans,
when I came in.
You didn't even care,
where I sat down.
You tried to fit me in,
when I got up.
But I wanted blood.
(Chorus)
You already made your mind,
when I came in.
You didn't want me back,
when I sat down.
You tried to make me stay,
when I got up.
But I wanted blood.
(Chorus)
as performed at the Pop In Club on Nov, 27th.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Birthday Essayage
Rarely have I felt like such an object.
Rarement, me suis je senti autant objet.
This was my second hexagonal birthday, and I thank DD, F. and G. for making it so enjoyable.
C'était mon deuxième anniversaire hexagonal, et je remercie DD, F et G pour une journée bien taillée.
Photo Credit: Gaelle Fernandez
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Tracks at O'clock
CAMARO'S GANG - Motel Lovers (Super Radio SR-7016a)
RADIATORS - I am Sure (One Round More XX102a)
CHEAPS - Moliendo Cafe (Memory MEMIX - 003a)
MUROMOV- Yabloki na Snegu
BREAKOUT CREW - Break out Theme (FDT 008a)
JUAN HIELSCHER
Disco Terror Weekender on the CBS: www.cbs.nu
RADIATORS - I am Sure (One Round More XX102a)
CHEAPS - Moliendo Cafe (Memory MEMIX - 003a)
MUROMOV- Yabloki na Snegu
BREAKOUT CREW - Break out Theme (FDT 008a)
JUAN HIELSCHER
Disco Terror Weekender on the CBS: www.cbs.nu
Marco Tulio Thrash + Drifting Disco
The Drifting Disco Club is now up and running (click here)
Le Drifting Disco Club est maintenant ouvert au public. (cliquez ici)
Add this address to your Favourites now!
Ajoutez cette addresse à vos favoris maintenant!
You can check out the latest news on both Marco Tulio Thrash (the only crooner with a plutonium heart) and upcoming Drifting Disco Club Nites.
Vous pouvez avoir toute l'actualité sur Marco Tulio Thrash (le crooner au coeur radioactif) et les soirées Drifting Disco à venir.
Lest I forget, you can also listen to some of Marco Tulio Thrash's music here: www.myspace.com/driftingdisco
Sans oublier, que vous pouvez écouter des morceaux de Marco Tulio Thrash ici:
www.myspace.com/driftingdisco
Photo credit: Déborah Douek (www.offthetracks.blogspot.com)
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Burpsome Disco
Old Time Relijun + the Gossip, Point Ephemere, Paris, 19-11-05
The Gossip were up first. Their populist disco was not to everyone's taste. To some it was too 'pop'. On the other hand, the singer's burped intermissions and her drumathon Aaliyah cover was an effective way of giving time to the guitarist to change his guitar strings.
To give you an idea of what The Gossip sounded like, here's a thought: cross breed ESG rip-offs on K records C.O.C.O with The Bellrays.
What a voice, what a badge ! I'd love to have both.
Old Time Relijun's lead singer replaced the Gossip's growl-soul with sundry whines and throat singing. Gone was the dress too and replaced by a fetching pair of grey boxer shorts, which jingled to his every move.
Old Time Relijun's sound combines the disco beat with a much more frenetic and scratchy approach. The double bass is great here, with a wider palette than your usual electric 4-string.
Old Time Relijun's drummer is a sweetie. When she is mid-beat she pulls these tortured expressions of anxiety and anticipation, which make her more endearing but also add to the environing tension.
Comme encore le chanteur de Old Time Relijun à fait un peu de deep throat.
The Gossip were up first. Their populist disco was not to everyone's taste. To some it was too 'pop'. On the other hand, the singer's burped intermissions and her drumathon Aaliyah cover was an effective way of giving time to the guitarist to change his guitar strings.
To give you an idea of what The Gossip sounded like, here's a thought: cross breed ESG rip-offs on K records C.O.C.O with The Bellrays.
What a voice, what a badge ! I'd love to have both.
Old Time Relijun's lead singer replaced the Gossip's growl-soul with sundry whines and throat singing. Gone was the dress too and replaced by a fetching pair of grey boxer shorts, which jingled to his every move.
Old Time Relijun's sound combines the disco beat with a much more frenetic and scratchy approach. The double bass is great here, with a wider palette than your usual electric 4-string.
Old Time Relijun's drummer is a sweetie. When she is mid-beat she pulls these tortured expressions of anxiety and anticipation, which make her more endearing but also add to the environing tension.
Comme encore le chanteur de Old Time Relijun à fait un peu de deep throat.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Late Links
Le Clubs des Chats
As sharp as claws and as soft as paws. The Cats rule.
Efilés comme des griffes et doux comme des pattes velues. Les Chats ont nos votes.
www.leclubdeschats.com
David F Presents
I never thought I would say this but he makes John Peel's death somewhat less unbearable.
Je n'aurais jamais cru pouvoir dire ça mais il fait la mort de John Peel moins dure à supporter.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/david_f/
This update is rather overdue.
Cette MAJ est plutôt tardive.
As sharp as claws and as soft as paws. The Cats rule.
Efilés comme des griffes et doux comme des pattes velues. Les Chats ont nos votes.
www.leclubdeschats.com
David F Presents
I never thought I would say this but he makes John Peel's death somewhat less unbearable.
Je n'aurais jamais cru pouvoir dire ça mais il fait la mort de John Peel moins dure à supporter.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/david_f/
This update is rather overdue.
Cette MAJ est plutôt tardive.
La Flore et la Faune
Ricky Roma: You ever take a dump made you feel like you'd just slept for twelve hours?
-- Glenn Garry Glen Ross
Blake: These are the new leads. These are the Glengarry leads. To you, these are gold; you do not get these. Because to give them to you would be throwing them away.
-- Glenn Garry Glen Ross
No Clarity
The Toys are Gone
written by Marco Tulio Thrash
I used to live here,
a long time ago.
But now I walk on my own.
This seems familiar
but everything's changed.
The sweetshop shutdown,
and the toys are gone.
I used to live here,
a long time ago.
But now I walk on my own.
Memories faded and flickering,
like a dying neon sign.
Use the stairs. They say!
Not the lift. Oh no!
As the doors slide shut
I press 5 and kiss goodbye.
Memories faded and flickering,
like a dying neon sign.
Wider streets and smaller cars.
All those references no longer apply.
The bell tolls for no one.
The warehouse is empty.
Wider streets and smaller cars.
References no longer apply.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes...
...of chasing up all those dreams
that you had as a child of the night.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
written by Marco Tulio Thrash
I used to live here,
a long time ago.
But now I walk on my own.
This seems familiar
but everything's changed.
The sweetshop shutdown,
and the toys are gone.
I used to live here,
a long time ago.
But now I walk on my own.
Memories faded and flickering,
like a dying neon sign.
Use the stairs. They say!
Not the lift. Oh no!
As the doors slide shut
I press 5 and kiss goodbye.
Memories faded and flickering,
like a dying neon sign.
Wider streets and smaller cars.
All those references no longer apply.
The bell tolls for no one.
The warehouse is empty.
Wider streets and smaller cars.
References no longer apply.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes...
...of chasing up all those dreams
that you had as a child of the night.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
Trust the past and turn to salt.
Stick to now to lose all hopes.
Not Pending
Winter Girl
written by Those College Moments
Winter Girl, you're the winter girl (x2)
On an icy street,
you sigh a cloud.
Under leafless trees,
you smile at dawn.
Winter Girl, you're the winter girl (x2)
Wooly scarves and cheesecake smiles,
headphones in the metro.
Thick lappels on duffel coats,
you never finish your glass.
Winter Girl, you're the winter girl (x2)
Under the bedsheets,
you're never cold.
Homemade jam and perfumed tea
is all you need to keep you warm
these winter nights and winter morns.
-- for Deb.
written by Those College Moments
Winter Girl, you're the winter girl (x2)
On an icy street,
you sigh a cloud.
Under leafless trees,
you smile at dawn.
Winter Girl, you're the winter girl (x2)
Wooly scarves and cheesecake smiles,
headphones in the metro.
Thick lappels on duffel coats,
you never finish your glass.
Winter Girl, you're the winter girl (x2)
Under the bedsheets,
you're never cold.
Homemade jam and perfumed tea
is all you need to keep you warm
these winter nights and winter morns.
-- for Deb.
No Bass
Hurricanes Keep Us Together
written by Those College Moments
I've got a room with a burning radiator.
Paper faces staring back at me.
But sometimes I catch a glimmer of your scent.
(Chorus)
You smell like a Spanish bar.
Whisky, coffee and gin,
As the sun slices through the blinds.
(Chorus)
One fine morning,
I looked at myself in the mirror.
My lips were strangely grey and blue.
Woah! I thought I was a zombie.
(Chorus)
If there's a zombie invasion,
how do we escape?
do we climb on the roof?
or thrash away in a bus?
(Chorus)
-- for L.T Russell
written by Those College Moments
I've got a room with a burning radiator.
Paper faces staring back at me.
But sometimes I catch a glimmer of your scent.
(Chorus)
You smell like a Spanish bar.
Whisky, coffee and gin,
As the sun slices through the blinds.
(Chorus)
One fine morning,
I looked at myself in the mirror.
My lips were strangely grey and blue.
Woah! I thought I was a zombie.
(Chorus)
If there's a zombie invasion,
how do we escape?
do we climb on the roof?
or thrash away in a bus?
(Chorus)
-- for L.T Russell
Not Disco
Space Friend / Kerb Friend
written by Those College Moments
I can see your Soyouz,
You're wearing your fuzzy hat.
Waving from the kerbside.
Space Friend / Kerb Friend (x2)
You hate Nicholas Cage
Whilst I love Maggie McOmie.
So, I guess we're the same.
Space Friend / Kerb Friend (x2)
Beyond walls of VHS,
We're over the counter friends.
THX is 2 quid 50.
How much do I owe you for changing my approach.
How much do I owe you for changing my approach.
How much do I owe you for changing my approach.
-- for Cath.
written by Those College Moments
I can see your Soyouz,
You're wearing your fuzzy hat.
Waving from the kerbside.
Space Friend / Kerb Friend (x2)
You hate Nicholas Cage
Whilst I love Maggie McOmie.
So, I guess we're the same.
Space Friend / Kerb Friend (x2)
Beyond walls of VHS,
We're over the counter friends.
THX is 2 quid 50.
How much do I owe you for changing my approach.
How much do I owe you for changing my approach.
How much do I owe you for changing my approach.
-- for Cath.
Commodities vs. Utilities
I should learn to drive in case of a zombie invasion.
Je devrais apprendre à conduire au cas ou il y aurait une invasion de morts-vivants.
She didn't like it so I'll have to do something draconian with it. I think a circle could be a starting point.
Elle n'a pas aimé donc il faudra prendre des mesures draconiennes. Je crois qu'un cercle pourrait être un bon début. Qu'elle sera sa réaction à une telle audace?
Join Us
After Hours: You must log your whereabouts every hour into the security computer. This includes moving from one floor to another. Failure to comply will result in the security services being alerted.
Corruption: is necessary. Any negative connotations are due to moral semantics. In practice, no distinction is made between corruption and diplomacy. It is merely another part of the negotiation process which takes us to a state of agreement by catering for the most human of all faculties.
Information Control: Distribute information wisely amongst yourselves. Lack of information and rumour can also be a motivating factor.
Oblivion Dawn
Monday, October 31, 2005
Cavalcade (corrigé)
Le Chevalier de Rinchy a donné un récital opulent et concis à la Fondation Cartier en compagnie de Régis Victor qui ressemble à Niles de Frasier (I'm a dead man).
The Knight of Rinchy gave a most excellent recital at the Fondation Cartier with Régis Victor as his indispensable sidekick who tutted and kept his jovial liege in line.
Après nos sommes montés aux cimes de la prétension dans un ascenseur digne de Spinal Tap. La bière et le vin ont un peu coulé, pas plus par manque de flot et on a joué avec des noms de groupe. Il y a eu des moments de honte de tous les côtés.
Afterwards we ascended to the dizzy heights of pretension by means of a rather Spinal Tap-esque glass lift. We drank a little in a large wooden floor room and played word games with band names.
Cependant je suis partie avant que le champagne fasse son entrée.
But I left with La Pomme du Jour before the champagne made its entrance.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Declassified Hiatus
Relocation
You have been unwittingly misled.
You were reading this yellow page thinking that I was 'drifting in paris', so to speak.
You never knew (until now) that I was 'drifting near paris', so to speak.
Vous avez été victimes d'un complet complot.
Vous pensiez qu'en écrivant ces mots je les écrivez dans Paris.
Vous ne saviez pas que (jusqu'à il y a une semaine) je les écrivais près et non pas dans Paris.
Until now, that is.
Mais tout vient de changer.
I have now moved to near where Edith Piaf was born, for I was unable to live the lie in those western suburbs of Paris any longer.
Je viens de démenager près d'où Edith Piaf est née, parce que je ne pouvais plus vivre dans ce mensonge géographique.
You have been unwittingly misled.
You were reading this yellow page thinking that I was 'drifting in paris', so to speak.
You never knew (until now) that I was 'drifting near paris', so to speak.
Vous avez été victimes d'un complet complot.
Vous pensiez qu'en écrivant ces mots je les écrivez dans Paris.
Vous ne saviez pas que (jusqu'à il y a une semaine) je les écrivais près et non pas dans Paris.
Until now, that is.
Mais tout vient de changer.
I have now moved to near where Edith Piaf was born, for I was unable to live the lie in those western suburbs of Paris any longer.
Je viens de démenager près d'où Edith Piaf est née, parce que je ne pouvais plus vivre dans ce mensonge géographique.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Deliverance
The Open Mic Night at the Pop In was cancelled tonight. We were unable to play.
La Soirée Open Mic au Pop In a été annulé. On n'a pas pu jouer.
Here's a picture of Lawrence Wasser's latest recruit, check him out head to toe and then vice versa.
Voici une image de la dernière recrue de Lawrence Wasser, eh! mattez le de la tête jusqu'à pieds et puis direction inverse.
We have the same trainers.
On a les mêmes baskets.
La Soirée Open Mic au Pop In a été annulé. On n'a pas pu jouer.
Here's a picture of Lawrence Wasser's latest recruit, check him out head to toe and then vice versa.
Voici une image de la dernière recrue de Lawrence Wasser, eh! mattez le de la tête jusqu'à pieds et puis direction inverse.
We have the same trainers.
On a les mêmes baskets.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Come Back
Photo Credit: Maïa Roger
Marco Tulio Thrash (2) will attempt to perform "The Toys are Gone" for this Sunday's Open Mic Night at the 'Pop In' club, rue Amelot, Paris.
NB: Debbie D a.k.a Filter Queen (1) will also be there for a less shambolic take on "Drive to Glory Hole" this time round.
Marco Tulio Thrash (2) tentera sa chance sur "The Toys are Gone" le dimanche 1 Oct. à la soirée Open Mic au 'Pop In', rue Amelot, 11e (Métro: St Sébastien-Froissart)
NB: Debbie D a.k.a Filter Queen (1) reviendra pour "Drive to Glory Hole". Cette semaine sera moins shambolique.
Please excuse the no-show a couple of weeks. Mysterious technical problems prevented us from going further.
Excusez-nous pour le manque de show il y a deux semaines. Des sinistres problèmes téchniques nous ont contraint à nous arrêter.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Client satisfies Paris
Client, Triptyque, 22-08-05, Paris
There was no room for doubt in Client's performance. Clean, concise and unequivocal.
Il n'y avait pas de place pour le doute dans la performance de Client. Net, concis et sans equivoque.
Compared to the previous rock group their set was tighter-than-thou. The contrast between Client A's spoken lilt and her distanced lyrics was stark.
Comparé au groupe d'avant leur concert fut une affaire vide d'égo. Client A avait deux modes, un: le va-et-vient quand elle parlait, deux: la froideur des paroles chantées.
A microphone, leather gloves and a keyboard was all they needed.
Un microphone, des gants en cuir et des claviers ... c'était tout ce qu'il leur fallait.
www.client-online.net
www.toasthawaii.com
There was no room for doubt in Client's performance. Clean, concise and unequivocal.
Il n'y avait pas de place pour le doute dans la performance de Client. Net, concis et sans equivoque.
Compared to the previous rock group their set was tighter-than-thou. The contrast between Client A's spoken lilt and her distanced lyrics was stark.
Comparé au groupe d'avant leur concert fut une affaire vide d'égo. Client A avait deux modes, un: le va-et-vient quand elle parlait, deux: la froideur des paroles chantées.
A microphone, leather gloves and a keyboard was all they needed.
Un microphone, des gants en cuir et des claviers ... c'était tout ce qu'il leur fallait.
www.client-online.net
www.toasthawaii.com
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Melancholy Gobstopper
Marco Tulio Thrash will attempt to perform the as yet incomplete "Shutdown Sweet-shop" (working title) for this Sunday's Open Mic Night at the 'Pop In' club, rue Amelot, Paris.
NB: Debbie D a.k.a Filter Queen will also be there for a less shambolic take on "Drive to Glory Hole" this time round.
Marco Tulio Thrash tentera sa chance sur "Shutdown Sweet-shop" qui est pour le moment n'est pas exactement finie le dimanche 18 Sep. à la soirée Open Mic au 'Pop In', rue Amelot, 11e (Métro: St Sébastien-Froissart)
NB: Debbie D a.k.a Filter Queen reviendra pour "Drive to Glory Hole". Cette semaine sera moins shambolique.
NB: Debbie D a.k.a Filter Queen will also be there for a less shambolic take on "Drive to Glory Hole" this time round.
Marco Tulio Thrash tentera sa chance sur "Shutdown Sweet-shop" qui est pour le moment n'est pas exactement finie le dimanche 18 Sep. à la soirée Open Mic au 'Pop In', rue Amelot, 11e (Métro: St Sébastien-Froissart)
NB: Debbie D a.k.a Filter Queen reviendra pour "Drive to Glory Hole". Cette semaine sera moins shambolique.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Different Standards
Here's the winner of the Paris Air Guitar Championship which took place September 8th at the Nouveau Casino. I disagree with the jury's choice. I feel that a skirt wearing cigar smoking spaniard would have made a much more fitting choice.
Voici le gagnant de la manche Parisienne du championnat de Air Guitar au Nouveau Casino. Cependant je ne suis pas d'accord avec le jury. Je crois que l'espagnol qui portait une jupe rouge et fumait un cigare aurait dû gagner. Le monde est aveugle.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Not Acid
Drive to Glory Hole
written by Marco Tulio Thrash
Void blondes and pastel shades have taken over.
Got to get away. Got to get away. Got to get away. Got to get away.
Drive me to Glory Hole
For some hoodlum love.
Ambush in the cave
Past the Barricades.
Got to get away. Past the Barricades. Got to get away.
Past the Barricades.
Drive me to Glory Hole
For some hoodlum love.
Ambush in the cave
Past the Barricades.
Got to get away. Past the Barricades. Got to get away.
Past the Barricade.
as performed w/ Debbie D a.k.a Filter Queen at the Pop In bar last night.
written by Marco Tulio Thrash
Void blondes and pastel shades have taken over.
Got to get away. Got to get away. Got to get away. Got to get away.
Drive me to Glory Hole
For some hoodlum love.
Ambush in the cave
Past the Barricades.
Got to get away. Past the Barricades. Got to get away.
Past the Barricades.
Drive me to Glory Hole
For some hoodlum love.
Ambush in the cave
Past the Barricades.
Got to get away. Past the Barricades. Got to get away.
Past the Barricade.
as performed w/ Debbie D a.k.a Filter Queen at the Pop In bar last night.
Hoodlum Love
Marco Tulio Thrash and Debbie D a.k.a Filter Queen will face off to the sound of "Drive to Glory Hole" for this Sunday's Open Mic Night at the 'Pop In' club, rue Amelot, Paris.
Marco Tulio Thrash et Debbie D a.k.a Filter Queen s'affronteront sur le son de "Drive to Glory Hole" le dimanche 11 Sep. à la soirée Open Mic au 'Pop In', rue Amelot, 11e (Métro: St Sébastien-Froissart)
Marco Tulio Thrash et Debbie D a.k.a Filter Queen s'affronteront sur le son de "Drive to Glory Hole" le dimanche 11 Sep. à la soirée Open Mic au 'Pop In', rue Amelot, 11e (Métro: St Sébastien-Froissart)
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Troubadours and Airheads - Benicassim Festival
6th August - Day 3
Devendra Banhart and his acolytes... oh what joy! From the commune-like stage-sharing to the subtle variations in pace and style make this thorougly enjoyable. There is enough folk-stomp to get our feet tapping but also the requisite acoustic slot midway. However Devendra does not drag on and places his songs in context with brief explanations in his lilting South-American accent. These anecdotes create a narrative that weaves around all the songs. Devendra Banhart's success is not down necessarily to his musical prowess but the way in which he manages to flesh out his songs in his own reality. His appearance at Benicassim heightens the aforementioned reality, furthering the myth and making him an artistic and popular success.
Xiu Xiu were up next in my to-see list. A little too experimental, their show veered from understated melody to overstated harshness for no visible reason. On top of that the pair spent much of their time hidden behind their instruments, this became quickly frustrating.
Kings of Convenience played a polite and polished set which I savoured from the touchlines. Certain sounds and rhythms were surprisingly jazzy verging on funky without ever losing the muted tension from their fingerpicked guitars.
!!! were certainly much more danceable but sadly their set suffered the same fate as Peaches'. Namely, the bass frequencies were turned up ridiculously loud and as a result all of the rapturous cowbells and rhythmic intricacy were drowned out. Thankfully, the frontman's didactic presence saved the day to some extent.
Ladytron were the huge dissappointment of the day. Helen and Mia were dressed in a awful dress and jewellery which seems to eschew any synthpop tension of their early shows. The overall impression was that they were breezing through to go to bed early. Diametrically opposed to Devendra Banhart, this is a band who are quickly losing their mystique. They are no longer "Showroom Dummies".
Devendra Banhart and his acolytes... oh what joy! From the commune-like stage-sharing to the subtle variations in pace and style make this thorougly enjoyable. There is enough folk-stomp to get our feet tapping but also the requisite acoustic slot midway. However Devendra does not drag on and places his songs in context with brief explanations in his lilting South-American accent. These anecdotes create a narrative that weaves around all the songs. Devendra Banhart's success is not down necessarily to his musical prowess but the way in which he manages to flesh out his songs in his own reality. His appearance at Benicassim heightens the aforementioned reality, furthering the myth and making him an artistic and popular success.
Xiu Xiu were up next in my to-see list. A little too experimental, their show veered from understated melody to overstated harshness for no visible reason. On top of that the pair spent much of their time hidden behind their instruments, this became quickly frustrating.
Kings of Convenience played a polite and polished set which I savoured from the touchlines. Certain sounds and rhythms were surprisingly jazzy verging on funky without ever losing the muted tension from their fingerpicked guitars.
!!! were certainly much more danceable but sadly their set suffered the same fate as Peaches'. Namely, the bass frequencies were turned up ridiculously loud and as a result all of the rapturous cowbells and rhythmic intricacy were drowned out. Thankfully, the frontman's didactic presence saved the day to some extent.
Ladytron were the huge dissappointment of the day. Helen and Mia were dressed in a awful dress and jewellery which seems to eschew any synthpop tension of their early shows. The overall impression was that they were breezing through to go to bed early. Diametrically opposed to Devendra Banhart, this is a band who are quickly losing their mystique. They are no longer "Showroom Dummies".
Monday, September 05, 2005
Not on tape
Tchernobyl Disco
written by Marco Tulio Thrash
If I told you my heart was radioactive,
Would you stay w/ me today?
If I told you my heart was poisoned,
Would you stay w/ me today?
Tchernobyl Disco
Come and dance w/ me.
Tchernobyl Disco
Come and dance w/ me.
Slow not cold,
Staring TV screens.
Cordon me off, I'm a lost cause.
Easy not sleazy,
Reading magazines.
Cordon me off, I'm a lost cause.
Tchernobyl Disco
Come and dance w/ me.
Tchernobyl Disco
Come and dance w/ me.
Decomission me...useless.
Decomission me...fallout.
Decomission me...useless.
Decomission me...fallout.
Draw a graph, you'll see the future.
I'm detrimental not instrumental.
Draw a graph, you'll see the future
I'm obsolete and incomplete.
as performed by yours truly at the 'Pop In' Club last night.
written by Marco Tulio Thrash
If I told you my heart was radioactive,
Would you stay w/ me today?
If I told you my heart was poisoned,
Would you stay w/ me today?
Tchernobyl Disco
Come and dance w/ me.
Tchernobyl Disco
Come and dance w/ me.
Slow not cold,
Staring TV screens.
Cordon me off, I'm a lost cause.
Easy not sleazy,
Reading magazines.
Cordon me off, I'm a lost cause.
Tchernobyl Disco
Come and dance w/ me.
Tchernobyl Disco
Come and dance w/ me.
Decomission me...useless.
Decomission me...fallout.
Decomission me...useless.
Decomission me...fallout.
Draw a graph, you'll see the future.
I'm detrimental not instrumental.
Draw a graph, you'll see the future
I'm obsolete and incomplete.
as performed by yours truly at the 'Pop In' Club last night.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Fallout
Marco Tulio Thrash will sing-along to Tchernobyl Disco for the Sunday Open Mic Night at the 'Pop In' club, rue Amelot, Paris.
Marco Tulio Thrash chantera son Tchernobyl Disco le dimanche 4 Sep. à la soirée Open Mic au 'Pop In', rue Amelot, 11e (Métro: St Sébastien-Froissart)
Marco Tulio Thrash chantera son Tchernobyl Disco le dimanche 4 Sep. à la soirée Open Mic au 'Pop In', rue Amelot, 11e (Métro: St Sébastien-Froissart)
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Transposition (Corrigé)
Soon my bedroom will be laid out in the lounge. This redistribution of space is in aid of helping me get me round my things.
The photograph below does not depict neither my room or the lounge. It's a shot of a random kitchen. We'll just have to get used to it.
En quelques heures, ma chambre sera étalé dans la salle de séjour. Cette rédistribution spatiale m'aidera à raisonner autour de ces piles de choses.
Cette photo ne montre ni ma chambre ni le salon. En fait c'est une prise d'une cuisine au hasard. On fait avec.
The photograph below does not depict neither my room or the lounge. It's a shot of a random kitchen. We'll just have to get used to it.
En quelques heures, ma chambre sera étalé dans la salle de séjour. Cette rédistribution spatiale m'aidera à raisonner autour de ces piles de choses.
Cette photo ne montre ni ma chambre ni le salon. En fait c'est une prise d'une cuisine au hasard. On fait avec.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Slack
Monday, August 29, 2005
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Barry Lyndon and The Ducks - Benicassim Festival
5th August - Day 2
We begin the day the day with Les Très Bien Ensemble signed to that bastion of indie cool that is Elefant Records. Sadly, beyond the fact that the guitarist has the same guitar as me, I don't really find any common ground. They play a sophisticated brand of gallicised pop, which although is not entirely objectionable, doesn't really capture the hearts of the crowd. They fail to make the stage their own.
The Kills (above)...hip-shaking...pouting guitarist who used to be in Scarfo...hair is in the face...basic beats...plentiful smoke machine. It's complete and fulfilling.
Lemon Jelly plunder their jolly debut e.p for this set to bring back some of the sampled goofiness of British pre-millenial beats and breaks scene.
Fischerspooner take the stage and remind us exactly why we left that beats and breaks guff behind. New album...new show. Keen to dispense the empty pomp and promises of their first album, Casey has regrouped with a tight traditional band set-up. Thus taking the show to a wider audience. Fret thee not however as costume changes and the camp theatrics are all left in there intact.
Only two tracks remain from the debut, rather pragmatically it's the two singles. Following that line of thinking, Casey also perversely thanks the main sponsor of the festival several times, knowing that he will probably be the only one to do so over the next few days.
Emerge is falsely introduced as a new 'secret' song called Peanut Butter Express. However it is played without interruption or modifications. It seems that Casey has finally relented to the whims of the audience. The mid-song interruption has now become obligatory and Casey executes it in a self-conscious and exhausted manner, almost as a mea culpa for past excesses.
In fact that is what the show feels like, tighter, more commercial, a sexy guitarist, playing the second stage like any other band, pop songs... a search for redemption.
Peaches does not cut the mustard, however. Projected dancers?! come on, since when was Lust subjected to budget cuts? Give me my daily ration of flesh, you bitch!
We begin the day the day with Les Très Bien Ensemble signed to that bastion of indie cool that is Elefant Records. Sadly, beyond the fact that the guitarist has the same guitar as me, I don't really find any common ground. They play a sophisticated brand of gallicised pop, which although is not entirely objectionable, doesn't really capture the hearts of the crowd. They fail to make the stage their own.
The Kills (above)...hip-shaking...pouting guitarist who used to be in Scarfo...hair is in the face...basic beats...plentiful smoke machine. It's complete and fulfilling.
Lemon Jelly plunder their jolly debut e.p for this set to bring back some of the sampled goofiness of British pre-millenial beats and breaks scene.
Fischerspooner take the stage and remind us exactly why we left that beats and breaks guff behind. New album...new show. Keen to dispense the empty pomp and promises of their first album, Casey has regrouped with a tight traditional band set-up. Thus taking the show to a wider audience. Fret thee not however as costume changes and the camp theatrics are all left in there intact.
Only two tracks remain from the debut, rather pragmatically it's the two singles. Following that line of thinking, Casey also perversely thanks the main sponsor of the festival several times, knowing that he will probably be the only one to do so over the next few days.
Emerge is falsely introduced as a new 'secret' song called Peanut Butter Express. However it is played without interruption or modifications. It seems that Casey has finally relented to the whims of the audience. The mid-song interruption has now become obligatory and Casey executes it in a self-conscious and exhausted manner, almost as a mea culpa for past excesses.
In fact that is what the show feels like, tighter, more commercial, a sexy guitarist, playing the second stage like any other band, pop songs... a search for redemption.
Peaches does not cut the mustard, however. Projected dancers?! come on, since when was Lust subjected to budget cuts? Give me my daily ration of flesh, you bitch!
Sunday, August 07, 2005
5 Questions - Fischerspooner Press Conference
He threatened to tell us his life story if we didn't ask questions.
Il nous a menacé de nous expliquer l'histoire de sa vie si on ne lui posait pas de questions.
Transcript coming, if and when I manage to transcribe the words mingling with the illbient buzz of my dictaphone.
La transcription arrivera si je peux détacher ses mots du bruit entourant.
Jaume S from the Press Office in Benicassim.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Sweat User - Benicassim Festival (Updated)
4th August - Day 1
After a dry landing and somehow succesfully getting through the heavily congested spanish rail network, DD and I arrived onsite around 10p.m. Bear in mind that we set off at 5a.m.
Polyphonic Spree (Escenario Verde)
They breed like blue rabbits. Some of them at their instruments, others in formation providing the happy chorus. It´s a musical ark, with a harp (which reminds me of Mansfield Park) and a theremin for the greatest delight. Needless to say, harmonies soar effortlessly. They begin with some new tracks, which somewhat trade off the stadium-musical drama of their debut for something tighter and more poignant.
The danger with such an enterprise is reaching a point of sensory saturation where they lose the audience. However classics like 'Soldier Girl' stop this from being a real problem. The flute player on that track has real ball with the intro. However one thing kept nagging DD and me throughout the concert: How the hell did they keep their robes so clean? Do they bring a launderette team on tour.
Jaume S from the Press Office in Benicassim.
After a dry landing and somehow succesfully getting through the heavily congested spanish rail network, DD and I arrived onsite around 10p.m. Bear in mind that we set off at 5a.m.
Polyphonic Spree (Escenario Verde)
They breed like blue rabbits. Some of them at their instruments, others in formation providing the happy chorus. It´s a musical ark, with a harp (which reminds me of Mansfield Park) and a theremin for the greatest delight. Needless to say, harmonies soar effortlessly. They begin with some new tracks, which somewhat trade off the stadium-musical drama of their debut for something tighter and more poignant.
The danger with such an enterprise is reaching a point of sensory saturation where they lose the audience. However classics like 'Soldier Girl' stop this from being a real problem. The flute player on that track has real ball with the intro. However one thing kept nagging DD and me throughout the concert: How the hell did they keep their robes so clean? Do they bring a launderette team on tour.
Jaume S from the Press Office in Benicassim.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
4-Dayer 4-Player
Monday, August 01, 2005
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