Un peu d'Air

A new post after a long absence. I just didn't have anything to write about. Or I didn't feel like it. Cause there was indeed plenty of stuff to mention, like this weird thing that happened to all French citizens at the end of last month. I was just struggling with my journalistic objectivity there.

One thing that I still want to talk about is the concert of Air, which happened on May 6 at Metropolis. I'll be brief: it was like staring at a picture of them while listening to the album. No talk, no improvisation, no emotion. I was almost bored.

Joan As Police Woman

It's quite funny cause I've known Joan Wasser's name for a long time but I never listened to what she was doing. Joan was dating Jeff Buckley when he died, that's why. I remember this picture of them taken by Merri Cyr, who published it in her book A Wished-For Song. And now she's having her first album released and it's really good...

Aux armes.

Battles played last night at la Sala Rossa. In spite of my extended tiredness, I thought it was something big (this is incomprehensible I know, but I'm still tired) and I nominate "Atlas" in the category "Tunes to take with your breakfast during the exam period" for the Big Lady Music Awards (which ceremony is gonna take place whenever I will decide. Please send in your suggestions as to the categories you wish to be represented.)

Battles the website
Battles on MySpace

Socalled

www.myspace.com/socalled

Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards

At the center of this record is my voice. I try my best to chug, stomp, weep, whisper, moan, wheeze, scat, blurt, rage, whine, and seduce. With my voice, I can sound like a girl, the boogieman, a Theremin, a cherry bomb, a clown, a doctor, a murderer…I can be tribal. Ironic. Or disturbed. My voice is really my instrument.

The new Tom Waits album is out. With three albums and three hours of music I didn't have the time to listen to all of it yet.