Septembre – la rentrée

 

 

Alright, here we go again.

 

 

 

 

Welcome, welcome, step right in.

 

New tunes, new links, new stories.

 

It was all on all a good summer and the vacations were much needed.

 

Not that I was away for so long, I only took a day or two here and there.

 

But I mean the vacation from the blog. Once I hadn’t posted anything for a month, I thought “fuck it” and we’ll see each other back in September. Originally I wanted to post something for the 15^th of September, like 3 months apart. But I had a busy week-end. But since I won’t tell you what it was about, you stopped caring so let’s move on to the GOOOOD stuff.

 

First of all, the more “SARKOZY- haters” among you will be interested to know that I shook hands with Pierre Sarkozy, brat of his omni-unbearable daddy, poor little wanker from Neuilly. If you’ve seen the doc about the “Nappy”, you’ll know what I am talking about. And since I was at work and he is who he is, I couldn’t slap him. And the more I thought about it, I didn’t want to slap him. I just wanted to shake him really hard for a really long time while shouting my hatred for his father. I think I read Le Canard Enchaine a little too much for my sanity. And again, after thinking real hard about it, I still don’t think it is insane to truly, completely, viscerally hate Niko – sale nazi. To tell you the truth I am tempted. I mean to come back to France and to fight. To really, like never before in my life, fight the Beast. It is so funny to see that nothing will ever change: the ones who are the more openly religious are still the real demons, the real ugly evil ones.

 

Anyway, I came here to talk about music.

So we had some few real sad death this summer.

This will be linked with what I listen to these days – or what music am I currently grooving to? Because the saddest and happiest death prize comes back to Lee Hazlewood. I wasn’t really expecting it. I really liked what he did here and there but I never went as far as digging into his life and his solo work (as opposed to the work with Nancy Sinatra where I have all the albums. The cool sundazed re-issue.)

So after he died, I downloaded the complete – the entire 22 albums – works. And wow.

Simply wow. So I’m pretty busy.

I want to specially draw your attention to the last album Cake or Death - and I have to write to Regis to thank him to draw MY attention toward it - it is like a follow up to The Future. Only more clever and funnier. You HAVE to check it out.

Just as the rest of his work, though. Good guy.

 

At the same time I am rediscovering The Gun Club. I just received the Early Recordings in their new version. It’s the same thing, just a little cleaner and with better pictures in the booklet.

So I checked again Miami and The Las Vegas Story. Good albums. No, not as strong as the first one but very decent, especially Miami. But The Las Vegas one is good too. I guess it’s just that it couldn’t really fit: The Gun Club needs old myths. Las Vegas was just too recent for them. But they couldn’t be compelled/attracted by the smell of evil rotting. Definitely a good album. 

 

What else? Well, I also received Lulu but it hasn’t stayed on much. Instead, I am rejoicing in the 100^th listening of the beautiful work of Dusty Springfield. Since I am posting a lot of them. So I wanted to be able to talk about them with fresh new emotions.

 

 

The second part is the cool music that I “encountered” with this summer:

I met people. And I know people.

So to me the song of the year is “Je T’aime” by AnnaO & Miss White.

 

http://www.myspace.com/annaoetc  

 

Alors par le plus grand fait du hazard, il se trouve que la dite Miss White est ma meilleure amie.

Mais je ne l’ai jamais dit auparavant de tout ce qu’elle a pu faire et me faire écouter, je trouvais qu’elle faisait des trucs plus ou moins sympas. Mais jamais géniaux. Ouais, je suis plutôt un enculé comme pote. Et là, pour la première fois, je trouve qu’elle a vraiment écrite, composée, arrangée, une très bonne chanson qui à mon avis sera amené – quasi tel quel – une très grande chanson qui pourrait etre amener à topper les charts.

 

C’est con mais c’est sur myspace.com/annaoetc et ça vaut le détour.

Alors tel quel, c’est pas un grand single, parce que c’est un peu long. Mais arretez la chanson au bout de 3min17 et vous verrez ce que je veux dire.

 

The third part is about the book collection 331/3, a hundred pages about the so-called most impressive rock albums. And if there are the unpleasant presence of U2 or Radiohead, most of the selection is very impressive: well, most of the titles on the right column of this very blog, to start with. So of course, they have my sympathy. I found at a cheap price Dusty In Memphis (hehe) and The Piper At The Gates of Dawn. So I took the CD out of it’s pocket. And my god, that is a powerful album. Very impressive. I feel I am rediscovering it. Maybe also because I haven’t listened to it much before. Maybe 15 times.

 

But good find for me. And the new Mojo is about it. And the reissue is mentioned everywhere. It’s good thing my shopping list is full for the next three months. Good thing? Well the thing is I am pretty tired to keep buying reissues because they have a so much better sound –

 

Oh, a little parentheses, another thing I am listening too right now that I never really listened to before: Howlin’ Wolf. Wow. Again. But what else to say? Especially, just a few minutes ago, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn was followed by the Wolf and it was a cool transition.

Well, fuckin’shittin’hell! I bought the CD of 1987, without doing the full research on the available material. And I know very soon, I am going to track down good mixes and instead of spending money on new fun/interesting stuff, I’ll keep rebuying shit I bought before. – end of parentheses

 

-         So, what I mean to say is that: since we live in a fuckin’ consumers’ world, I say, they should update us, like in a car vendor, where they take your old sucky version of a bright great reissue and sell you back the new version for half the price!

 

Fourth – that I kinda of fucked up because I should have put it in first:

The blog of my good friend Felix Le Jaune.

 

http://felixlejaune.canalblog.com/ 

 

And here you can watch the movie I am staring in, a peplum – kung-fu – gunfight – extrardinaire named Atlantide.

 http://felixlejaune.canalblog.com/archives/les_courts_metrages_de_felix/index.html

And there is also a picture where I fuck a dog. And the dog is Balto. And it’s in Central Park. And I don’t know why but he loves this picture and keeps talking about it and showing it to everyone. So sometimes, I would come to a party and some guy I never met before in my life, and I have truly NO idea who they are, who they could be and they come to me, laughing, yelling so everybody around will hear them well: “Hey! You’re that guy who fucked a dog! Hahahahaha!” like it’s the funniest thing. I usually hate these guys. Forever.

 

Alright, enough ranting, I have the Simpsons Movie to finish, it is very funny. The stoners illegal dowloaders of the movie will particularly appreciate Bart writing on the board in the credits “I Will Not Download Illegally This Movie”. Perfect!

 

Have a good one!

 

The Mike

 

PS: My son is still the cutest. The bastard.