Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Monday, November 29, 2004
News-Fix
Spanking Light Show
Vintage Stereo Delight
This weekend was a little supercharged. It was C's Birthday Party, she has a lovely lamp from Stockholm y'know (not pictured), and she got a wonderfully feline t-shirt and loads of other presents. There was localised drunkeness and too much Britney Spears and Blondie for some of us but other than that it was enjoyable.
Also went to the Palais de Tokyo, perplexingly situated on New York Avenue, which half sucked it has to be said. They did have some rather tasty +41 T-Shirts though which I may have to snap up at some point. Oh dear
Weekend Top 5
1. O. was nice to me (relatively speaking) - didn't try to bite or slice me to bits.
2. Watching South Park, eating cheeseburgers (under the rain) and applying lipbalm (badly) with M(ouah).
3. Acquiescing with dj Aï on the merits of Ratatat, then dancing to Mouse On Mars.
4. Seeing Exploding Flyboy again.
5. Returning to reasonably clean flat and getting an e-mail from Tinycatt.
Ratatat & Mouse on Mars Live Review and Pics (Hopefully) Imminent.
This weekend was a little supercharged. It was C's Birthday Party, she has a lovely lamp from Stockholm y'know (not pictured), and she got a wonderfully feline t-shirt and loads of other presents. There was localised drunkeness and too much Britney Spears and Blondie for some of us but other than that it was enjoyable.
Also went to the Palais de Tokyo, perplexingly situated on New York Avenue, which half sucked it has to be said. They did have some rather tasty +41 T-Shirts though which I may have to snap up at some point. Oh dear
Weekend Top 5
1. O. was nice to me (relatively speaking) - didn't try to bite or slice me to bits.
2. Watching South Park, eating cheeseburgers (under the rain) and applying lipbalm (badly) with M(ouah).
3. Acquiescing with dj Aï on the merits of Ratatat, then dancing to Mouse On Mars.
4. Seeing Exploding Flyboy again.
5. Returning to reasonably clean flat and getting an e-mail from Tinycatt.
Ratatat & Mouse on Mars Live Review and Pics (Hopefully) Imminent.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
DIY Boogie Picturama
DIY Boogie JPEG-o-rama
Two hours before the grand opening, we were frantically laying out tables, setting up computers and video projectors.
Deux heures avant ouverture, on était en train de monter les tables, les ordinateurs et les videoprojecteurs.
I'm sorry I just loved the view.
Je suis désolé je trouvais cette vue paisible superbe.
The 'backroom star'.
L'étoile des coulisses.
Disco Babel's tasty produce.
Le stand Disco Babel.
Customised Home tapes and sweat bands by Superheights.
Le stand de "Superheights".
Let there be people...
...et les portes s'ouvrirent...
It was more than just business.
C'était plus un échange d'amitié et inspiration que d'argent.
A lively stand.
Un stand movementé.
The David F Studio. MP3 track written and produced on the same day, click here
The Bimbo Tower vs. Born Bad DJ clash
Bimbo Tower contre Born Bad, l'affrontement aux platines.
Needless to say, let the image talk.
Inutile d'en parler, c'était un succès.
For more pictures click here
Pour plus d'mages cliquez ici
Discobabel and its partners put together an outstanding exhibition of underground talent and attitude. On every table, there was something that caught your eye, at every corner someone to talk to, dj's filling your ears with synthetic and/or rocking sounds and a colossal eyecandy of flyer design and two-tone madness (by yours truly).
Tiring, yes, but rewarding, much more so. Setting up went smoothly; probably the first time I have set up a projector and got it working first time round without any sort of heart-throbbing tinkering. Once that was done it was like a fun day out, see below.
Memories from the event:
1. Dancing and being photographed with Marie-Pierre.
2. Being embarrased in front of Nine.
3. Music making bliss on an iMac, thanks to David F.
4. Claire the TOP 5 queen, Franck the PR master and Virginie the "Paymaster General"
5. Picking up a fresh warm copy of the TOP 5 fanzine at the end.
DIY Boogie JPEG-o-rama
Two hours before the grand opening, we were frantically laying out tables, setting up computers and video projectors.
Deux heures avant ouverture, on était en train de monter les tables, les ordinateurs et les videoprojecteurs.
I'm sorry I just loved the view.
Je suis désolé je trouvais cette vue paisible superbe.
The 'backroom star'.
L'étoile des coulisses.
Disco Babel's tasty produce.
Le stand Disco Babel.
Customised Home tapes and sweat bands by Superheights.
Le stand de "Superheights".
Let there be people...
...et les portes s'ouvrirent...
It was more than just business.
C'était plus un échange d'amitié et inspiration que d'argent.
A lively stand.
Un stand movementé.
The David F Studio. MP3 track written and produced on the same day, click here
The Bimbo Tower vs. Born Bad DJ clash
Bimbo Tower contre Born Bad, l'affrontement aux platines.
Needless to say, let the image talk.
Inutile d'en parler, c'était un succès.
For more pictures click here
Pour plus d'mages cliquez ici
Discobabel and its partners put together an outstanding exhibition of underground talent and attitude. On every table, there was something that caught your eye, at every corner someone to talk to, dj's filling your ears with synthetic and/or rocking sounds and a colossal eyecandy of flyer design and two-tone madness (by yours truly).
Tiring, yes, but rewarding, much more so. Setting up went smoothly; probably the first time I have set up a projector and got it working first time round without any sort of heart-throbbing tinkering. Once that was done it was like a fun day out, see below.
Memories from the event:
1. Dancing and being photographed with Marie-Pierre.
2. Being embarrased in front of Nine.
3. Music making bliss on an iMac, thanks to David F.
4. Claire the TOP 5 queen, Franck the PR master and Virginie the "Paymaster General"
5. Picking up a fresh warm copy of the TOP 5 fanzine at the end.
Monday, November 22, 2004
STOP PRESS !! DIY BOOGIE PICTURES COMING SOON !!
A DIY Boogie pictorama will be online very soon for your eyes to feast on. Starring DIY Boogie All-Stands & All-Stars
ARRIVAGE IMMINENT !! JPEG-O-RAMA DIY BOOGIE !!
Un JPEG-o-Rama du forum DIY Boogie sera mis en ligne prochainement. En affiche les stars les plus glam du monde des fanzines.
For further informations follow the links in this post
Pour plus d'infos suivre les liens sur cette entrée
A DIY Boogie pictorama will be online very soon for your eyes to feast on. Starring DIY Boogie All-Stands & All-Stars
ARRIVAGE IMMINENT !! JPEG-O-RAMA DIY BOOGIE !!
Un JPEG-o-Rama du forum DIY Boogie sera mis en ligne prochainement. En affiche les stars les plus glam du monde des fanzines.
For further informations follow the links in this post
Pour plus d'infos suivre les liens sur cette entrée
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
BPitch Reclaim the Dancefloor
Kiki
Run With Me
(Bpitch Control, BPC 095)
What an album. Kiki manages to maintain a relentless dancefloor pace from beginning to end. Beginning with the darkly epic and effective End of the World – a gothtech hit in the making surely, Arnaud Rebotini must love it and be jealous at the same time. Kiki then changes the mood with So Easy to Forget which reminds me of Daft Punk. Run with me is a slightly more jacking track with abrasive pads that provide a heady groove. Those first 3 tracks contain some low and moody vocals which enhance the eerie and timeless quality of the tracks.
Moving on, The Big Picture counterpoints a one note Detroitesque bass line with some rather lush swoons and swooshes. From here on the moods develop and break out of the electro-techno mould. Classix Nouveaux slows down and breaks up the pace. Drawing Circles moves into discotech territory whilst Up does what it says: uplifting breakbeat rave. The Calling is one of the highlights of this album, pre-Plaid(esque) horns juxtaposed with a hookish guitar line and raveoid stabs which will keep you dancing all night long.
To close the album proper, Kiki Turn(s) the lights down with a Terrence Parker Detroit-style piano loop and the eerie voices beg us to turn the lights down. As a juicy bonus, a slightly retooled Luv Sikk Again (sic) is included to take us through the finishing line with a grin on our faces. Listen to this on your Track & Field training sessions or at home dancing whilst you are washing up or in a discerning DJ set. Wherever you are Kiki is your favourite athlete.
Favourite Tracks: The End Of the World, Classix Nouveaux, The Calling, Luv Sikk Again.
What an album. Kiki manages to maintain a relentless dancefloor pace from beginning to end. Beginning with the darkly epic and effective End of the World – a gothtech hit in the making surely, Arnaud Rebotini must love it and be jealous at the same time. Kiki then changes the mood with So Easy to Forget which reminds me of Daft Punk. Run with me is a slightly more jacking track with abrasive pads that provide a heady groove. Those first 3 tracks contain some low and moody vocals which enhance the eerie and timeless quality of the tracks.
Moving on, The Big Picture counterpoints a one note Detroitesque bass line with some rather lush swoons and swooshes. From here on the moods develop and break out of the electro-techno mould. Classix Nouveaux slows down and breaks up the pace. Drawing Circles moves into discotech territory whilst Up does what it says: uplifting breakbeat rave. The Calling is one of the highlights of this album, pre-Plaid(esque) horns juxtaposed with a hookish guitar line and raveoid stabs which will keep you dancing all night long.
To close the album proper, Kiki Turn(s) the lights down with a Terrence Parker Detroit-style piano loop and the eerie voices beg us to turn the lights down. As a juicy bonus, a slightly retooled Luv Sikk Again (sic) is included to take us through the finishing line with a grin on our faces. Listen to this on your Track & Field training sessions or at home dancing whilst you are washing up or in a discerning DJ set. Wherever you are Kiki is your favourite athlete.
Favourite Tracks: The End Of the World, Classix Nouveaux, The Calling, Luv Sikk Again.
Ellen Allien
My Parade Mix CD
(Bpitch Control, BPC 094)
When I read that this mix was meant to represent Ellen Allien’s love of beats and breaks, I thought: “Oh dear, whatever next”. But in fact, Ellen’s mix has nothing in common with what I had in mind. Instead, Ellen Allien takes us down nostalgia lane with vintage tracks from labels like Warp, R&S, Vinyl Solution and Ellen’s previous label Brain Candy.
So what does it sound like? Well to me it sounds more like early 90’s techno and electronica mixed with some inspired Bpitch exclusives from the likes of Modeselektor, Apparat, Tomas Andersson and Ellen Allien herself, but if you want to call it breaks ‘n’ that’s fine by me. The mixing style is very proficient and smooth. That is partly a problem because the tracks mix so well together that the listener may feel sedated by it all. But if hi-hat overkill and delayed plinky synth stabs are your thing then this is right up your street. Also handy if like me you need a crash course in old-school techno styles.
My only criticism is that may be this mix is too short and 808 State, A Guy Called Gerald or LFO are nowhere to be seen on the tracklisting. Other than that, this showcases Ellen Allien’s superb turntable skills.
When I read that this mix was meant to represent Ellen Allien’s love of beats and breaks, I thought: “Oh dear, whatever next”. But in fact, Ellen’s mix has nothing in common with what I had in mind. Instead, Ellen Allien takes us down nostalgia lane with vintage tracks from labels like Warp, R&S, Vinyl Solution and Ellen’s previous label Brain Candy.
So what does it sound like? Well to me it sounds more like early 90’s techno and electronica mixed with some inspired Bpitch exclusives from the likes of Modeselektor, Apparat, Tomas Andersson and Ellen Allien herself, but if you want to call it breaks ‘n’ that’s fine by me. The mixing style is very proficient and smooth. That is partly a problem because the tracks mix so well together that the listener may feel sedated by it all. But if hi-hat overkill and delayed plinky synth stabs are your thing then this is right up your street. Also handy if like me you need a crash course in old-school techno styles.
My only criticism is that may be this mix is too short and 808 State, A Guy Called Gerald or LFO are nowhere to be seen on the tracklisting. Other than that, this showcases Ellen Allien’s superb turntable skills.
More info: www.bpitchcontrol.de
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
DIY Boogie Poster
Go and download the super-duper poster I made for the forthcoming DIY Boogie event organised by those crazy guys at Discobabel. Print it, distribute it and come to DIY Boogie at Point Ephemere on Sunday 21st November. It's free and it'll be damn good fun.
DIY Boogie: http://discobabel.free.fr/diyboogie.htm
Discobabel: http://discobabel.free.fr
Point Ephemere: www.pointephemere.org
Friday, November 12, 2004
OSCAR vs. Tigersushi Night 29-10-04 Nouveau Casino, Paris.
Panico singer 'Eduardo' and guitarist 'Memo' w/ Crazy Girl.
Panico guitarist tweaking his amp before the moonshine onslaught.
Panico's sultry bass player giving it some low end.
A melancholy drumkit.
Poni Hoax do the dutch head thang.
Poni Hoax's guitar pedals
Park Attack's singer lays down some buzzsaw guitar moves.
The Park Attack epiphany.
What a night !! I was in the club for almost ten hours with very little in the way of nutritional sustenance:
- a rank snack bar well past its sell-by date
- a beer (much much later on)
The bands were great, especially Panico (www.panicoband.com) who are originally from Chili and are now based in Paris. They play a thoroughly boisterous brand of roasted latin psych-out and this time we were graced with the presence of labelmate 'Crazy Girl' who brilliantly counterpointed the lead singer's vocals. As you can see from the fotos they all have great hair too, essential for any band wishing to wig out the crowd.
After the bands, the Optimo guys dj'd their heart out. An ESG track I hadn't heard before remains the highlight of their set for me.
It's also on this night that I met a really special person, like all the best things it was totally unexpected. So I guess I have to thank Optimo and Tigersushi for soundtracking the beginning of some sunkissed strobe-lit happiness. To Be Furthered...
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Cobra Killer Night Photo Review
Berglind opened the night with an endearingly punky show. Great songs that tinkled and thrashed in all the right places. Alone onstage with just a mike, a cd player, her lyrics and a puppet.
Berglind croons...erm...the crowd swoons.
Berglind on her knees at the close of her set.
At this point Gina V. Dorio (Cobra Killer - Monika Enterprises) was singing about venereal disease.
Cobra Killer montage 1
Cobra Killer montage 2
A great night was had by all, and now I remember a funny moment when someone, who shall remain nameless, offered me their sweat. I'm really pleased with the way Berglind's photos came out but less so with the Cobra Killer ones which seem to accentuate the tittilating side of the show and not what I thought was the most gripping aspect which was the spontaneous and epileptic energy of their performance. The impression I got and which I treasure from the Cobra Killer gig was of two girls who had escaped from a mental institution stole the first clothes they found, slept rough in some brambles and then, not knowing quite how, found themselves onstage at the Nouveau Casino.
Berglind opened the night with an endearingly punky show. Great songs that tinkled and thrashed in all the right places. Alone onstage with just a mike, a cd player, her lyrics and a puppet.
Berglind croons...erm...the crowd swoons.
Berglind on her knees at the close of her set.
At this point Gina V. Dorio (Cobra Killer - Monika Enterprises) was singing about venereal disease.
Cobra Killer montage 1
Cobra Killer montage 2
A great night was had by all, and now I remember a funny moment when someone, who shall remain nameless, offered me their sweat. I'm really pleased with the way Berglind's photos came out but less so with the Cobra Killer ones which seem to accentuate the tittilating side of the show and not what I thought was the most gripping aspect which was the spontaneous and epileptic energy of their performance. The impression I got and which I treasure from the Cobra Killer gig was of two girls who had escaped from a mental institution stole the first clothes they found, slept rough in some brambles and then, not knowing quite how, found themselves onstage at the Nouveau Casino.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Election Dream
Last night I dreamt of sensational news reports about a recount due to strange electoral practices in Ohio. I dreamt that babies in nappies and little children in tricycles had been allowed to vote throughout the state, causing widespread controversy and a hasty recount.
As I woke up this morning, I quickly realised that this was not the case, not knowing whether I should feel relieved or otherwise. In any case, I wish Mr Bush a major political scandal (something in the style of Watergate) for his second term in office.
Hopefully this will be my first and last dream about a political election because I would rather dream about something else.
Last night I dreamt of sensational news reports about a recount due to strange electoral practices in Ohio. I dreamt that babies in nappies and little children in tricycles had been allowed to vote throughout the state, causing widespread controversy and a hasty recount.
As I woke up this morning, I quickly realised that this was not the case, not knowing whether I should feel relieved or otherwise. In any case, I wish Mr Bush a major political scandal (something in the style of Watergate) for his second term in office.
Hopefully this will be my first and last dream about a political election because I would rather dream about something else.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
John Peel R.I.P
Like many I though that John Peel would live for ever. He is one of the few 'broadcasting legends' that I believed in. Throughout the six years that I listened to his shows on Radio 1 and 4, he demonstrated that age need not dictate behaviour, that passion for what you love never dies.
It's difficult to recall specific memories from his shows. The few things that come back to mind seem insignificant at first sight but then quickly gain relevance. For example, the 'Most Deserted Ordinance Survey Grid Reference' feature he ran on his Radio 4 show 'Home Truths'.
That was his true talent, finding wealth where others had only seen barren land, his ability to what the French call 'dénicher'. I had this dream once that I was going to the sea shore mussel-picking with John Peel, I think that really sums up what his shows were for me.
Another memory, soon after discovering his show, I remember Stereolab playing live at Maida Vale, Hefner in session and the Cuban Boys winning the Festive 50 (if my memory serves me right). More things come to mind, his memorable mistakes, it would have been a rare show if John hadn't managed to play some Belgian hardcore at the wrong speed, bless. His voice too, it had a grumpy texture but ultimately it flowed soothingly; whatever troubles I may have had I know that John would always cheer me up.
"...This one starts quietly...". John Peel (1939 - 2004)
Self - Portrait
Self portrait, originally uploaded by jaume.badia.
Taken in front of a mirror door on the way home one night.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Friday, October 15, 2004
Fiasco*System 06: Modeselektor, Smith ‘n’ Hack, France Copland, Eva Revox Nouveau Casino, Paris 14 Oct 04.
Whilst walking directionless waiting for midnight to strike, I could never have guessed how damn fine this night would turn out to be; from the artists to the glitz-grotto venue to the people I met. Having seen the live line up, there was no way I was going to miss this: France Copland - an anonymous duo, hiding behind Nicolas Sarkozy masks are partly responsible for the first francophone booty bass hit ‘Pute et Mac’(according to the flyer). Smith ‘n’ Hack is Errorsmith’s italodisco-recycling side-project and finally headlining: the mighty car-wreck brilliance that is Modeselektor.
The Nouveau Casino, on the lively Oberkampf Street, is a rather remarkable venue. The irregular ceiling gives the impression that the club is a cave, not one cut in stone but into crystal. The ceiling mirrors and fragments what happens below whilst the chandeliers, surgical spotlights and counterpoise lamps light up the proceedings.
Eva Revox opens the night with a stutter electro dj set that slowly looses its stutter and gets people strutting their stuff on the dancefloor. I meet a member from the French hip-hop group TTC (Big Dada/Chronowax) whom I initially mistake for a graphic designer (may be he’s a graphic designer anyway) and we acquiesce on how Swiss electro is quietly taking over the world. Meanwhile, two guys with Sarkozy masks, tucked shirts and tie emerge from the shadows as Eva Revox closes his set… time now for France Copland. After a few pitch shifted words, the onslaught begins.
There I was, expecting some French booty bass, and what I got was a different dish out of the same ingredients: emotional sustained bass drums and hectic snares and hi hats. France Copland are fond of both rhythm overkill and 4/4 primacy. Their beats go from slow-mo to frenetic seamlessly. Rough and chunky synth wails and booms give the crowd a minimal indication of melody, this is very punky techno indeed. A woman in an unctuous light brown fur coat and leggings is filming the performance on a high-end video camera. On the wall there are projections of the clone Sarkozys going for a walk in the city and eventually to the Champs-Elysées. The audience laps up every last bit of motherloading bass as the stage seemingly thuds to its last.
After a mix intermission from Eva Revox, Modeselektor take to the stage. The presence of real faces is refreshing after the underlying eeriness of France Copland’s masked show. More so than the other live acts, Modeselektor manage to create a rapport with the crowd, even if they are still behind two laptops. The audience can pre-empt the arrival of every new loop because the pent-up excitement is clearly visible in the duo’s faces and movements, ditto for the crowd who eagerly await every new surprise. Modeselektor play a distinctly experimental yet infectious techno, with hip hop hints and electro sounds. The beats stammer, breakdown and then lock back into an unstoppable groove. The high impact bass contrasts heart-tugging melodies and plinky woodblock fury. This is raveoid elation for us club kids. The dancefloor is full of smiling faces but they are not vacantly so, everyone’s attentive to Modeselektor’s next move as they turn expectation into enjoyment.
The last live act of the night, Smith ‘n’ Hack, plays a more linear discotech, with hi hats galore and cinematic synth arpeggiations that are easy and satisfying to map out on the dancefloor. Due to the more formal nature of the set, the crowd dancing with closed eyes (dreaming of motorways at night in my case) pay little attention to Errorsmith and Soundhack and vice versa. However, after punky and unpredictable sets from France Copland and Modeselektor, Smith ‘n’ Hack turned out to be fine purveyors of much needed focus and disco efficiency.
All good things come to an end, and so it is now 5.30 a.m and to the sound of Savas Pascalidis’ ‘Superman’, I leave the Nouveau Casino for a crêpe at dawn and then back to some nine-to-five mediocrity.
http://www.nouveaucasino.net
Whilst walking directionless waiting for midnight to strike, I could never have guessed how damn fine this night would turn out to be; from the artists to the glitz-grotto venue to the people I met. Having seen the live line up, there was no way I was going to miss this: France Copland - an anonymous duo, hiding behind Nicolas Sarkozy masks are partly responsible for the first francophone booty bass hit ‘Pute et Mac’(according to the flyer). Smith ‘n’ Hack is Errorsmith’s italodisco-recycling side-project and finally headlining: the mighty car-wreck brilliance that is Modeselektor.
The Nouveau Casino, on the lively Oberkampf Street, is a rather remarkable venue. The irregular ceiling gives the impression that the club is a cave, not one cut in stone but into crystal. The ceiling mirrors and fragments what happens below whilst the chandeliers, surgical spotlights and counterpoise lamps light up the proceedings.
Eva Revox opens the night with a stutter electro dj set that slowly looses its stutter and gets people strutting their stuff on the dancefloor. I meet a member from the French hip-hop group TTC (Big Dada/Chronowax) whom I initially mistake for a graphic designer (may be he’s a graphic designer anyway) and we acquiesce on how Swiss electro is quietly taking over the world. Meanwhile, two guys with Sarkozy masks, tucked shirts and tie emerge from the shadows as Eva Revox closes his set… time now for France Copland. After a few pitch shifted words, the onslaught begins.
There I was, expecting some French booty bass, and what I got was a different dish out of the same ingredients: emotional sustained bass drums and hectic snares and hi hats. France Copland are fond of both rhythm overkill and 4/4 primacy. Their beats go from slow-mo to frenetic seamlessly. Rough and chunky synth wails and booms give the crowd a minimal indication of melody, this is very punky techno indeed. A woman in an unctuous light brown fur coat and leggings is filming the performance on a high-end video camera. On the wall there are projections of the clone Sarkozys going for a walk in the city and eventually to the Champs-Elysées. The audience laps up every last bit of motherloading bass as the stage seemingly thuds to its last.
After a mix intermission from Eva Revox, Modeselektor take to the stage. The presence of real faces is refreshing after the underlying eeriness of France Copland’s masked show. More so than the other live acts, Modeselektor manage to create a rapport with the crowd, even if they are still behind two laptops. The audience can pre-empt the arrival of every new loop because the pent-up excitement is clearly visible in the duo’s faces and movements, ditto for the crowd who eagerly await every new surprise. Modeselektor play a distinctly experimental yet infectious techno, with hip hop hints and electro sounds. The beats stammer, breakdown and then lock back into an unstoppable groove. The high impact bass contrasts heart-tugging melodies and plinky woodblock fury. This is raveoid elation for us club kids. The dancefloor is full of smiling faces but they are not vacantly so, everyone’s attentive to Modeselektor’s next move as they turn expectation into enjoyment.
The last live act of the night, Smith ‘n’ Hack, plays a more linear discotech, with hi hats galore and cinematic synth arpeggiations that are easy and satisfying to map out on the dancefloor. Due to the more formal nature of the set, the crowd dancing with closed eyes (dreaming of motorways at night in my case) pay little attention to Errorsmith and Soundhack and vice versa. However, after punky and unpredictable sets from France Copland and Modeselektor, Smith ‘n’ Hack turned out to be fine purveyors of much needed focus and disco efficiency.
All good things come to an end, and so it is now 5.30 a.m and to the sound of Savas Pascalidis’ ‘Superman’, I leave the Nouveau Casino for a crêpe at dawn and then back to some nine-to-five mediocrity.
http://www.nouveaucasino.net
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