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Wednesday, May 2, 2007
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And here's the parody of the famous TV show "Turn Roundabout" strangers ...
And here's the parody of the famous TV show "Turn Roundabout" strangers ...
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Wednesday, April 18, 2007
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Wednesday, March 28, 2007
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Moche and Rebel
Here is the image that I found by searching on google an image of "Better to be beautiful and rebellious, that remoche and ugly ".
You tell me what you think ...
She leaves us reflect on what beauty or ugliness ... A
your comments ....
Me, I find it rather ugly but hey, this is my business.
Here is the image that I found by searching on google an image of "Better to be beautiful and rebellious, that remoche and ugly ".
You tell me what you think ...
She leaves us reflect on what beauty or ugliness ... A
your comments ....
Me, I find it rather ugly but hey, this is my business.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
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Sir I want to be a STAR, s If you please let me become a STAR
Here's what we call a flop in its purest ... How can people do to dare think for a second they know very well sung ... No, but frankly ridiculous does not kill heureuseument otherwise we would do this show for the carnage, and yet we have not seen everything ....
Petit moment of depression do not hesitate to watch this, frankly it gives you a smile full
Here's what we call a flop in its purest ... How can people do to dare think for a second they know very well sung ... No, but frankly ridiculous does not kill heureuseument otherwise we would do this show for the carnage, and yet we have not seen everything ....
Petit moment of depression do not hesitate to watch this, frankly it gives you a smile full
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
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Miiiiiiiiiikkkkkkkkkkkkaaaaaaaaaaa
Relax take it easy, really is a singer who makes you in a good morning ...
If you have the blues, that you want to end your days, listening to this cd soon be little that you will push your suicide later ... MDR
Thanks to the bitch that made me know, really the bomb that singer ...
Relax take it easy, really is a singer who makes you in a good morning ...
If you have the blues, that you want to end your days, listening to this cd soon be little that you will push your suicide later ... MDR
Thanks to the bitch that made me know, really the bomb that singer ...
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Friday, March 2, 2007
Typical Undies For Junior High
How can you imagine a guy very hairy which might develop into Dalida not but frankly, you mistook us for ham or something lol.
Small frenzy of winter last year. LOL
You want to be part of the Fan Club Dalida? Dying on stage
Come, but do not come when I'm alone
When the curtain falls
one day I want him to fall behind me
Come, but do not come when I'm alone I who have everything
chosen in my life I want to choose my death too
There are those who want die one day of rain
And others in direct sunlight
There are those who want to die alone in a bed in their sleep
Tranquil
Me, I want to die onstage
front projectors
Yes I want to die onstage
The open heart full color
Dying without any penalty
At last appointment
Me, I want to die onstage
Singing through
Come, but do not come when I'm alone
Both have known each It has been already
almost remember
Come, but do not come when I'm alone
Choose rather a gala evening
If you want to dance with me My life
burned by too many lights
I can not go in the shade I want to die I
shot lasers
front of a packed
Me, I want to die onstage
front projectors
Yes I want to die onstage
The open heart full color
Dying without any penalty
At last appointment
Me, I want to die onstage
Singing through
Music
Dying without any penalty
In a well-orchestrated death
I, I
want to die on stage is where I was born.
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Cheerleader
Too good Josiane You make us laugh, I can not anymore, especially I love your beautiful heart shaped dress ... Really you're so GLAMOUR, love, love ... bocou
Too good Josiane You make us laugh, I can not anymore, especially I love your beautiful heart shaped dress ... Really you're so GLAMOUR, love, love ... bocou
Thursday, March 1, 2007
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I just find a job ...
I just write the examinations of the largest company that employs the most people ...
It is the ANPE.
After studies of unemployed professional, I finally got the tray unemployed.
This happens in three years ... The hardest part is mainly to make statements, I will not hide from you not. Caution should enjoy it now because after the elections could change all that ... And yes new president, we review all the copies ...
It would be so nice to spend the tray unemployed It suits a lot of people actually ... Otherwise
also hesitate to move the tray prisoner, Mikael is doing so well with tattoo that eventually it will not be worse than it also passes the tray prisoner ...
I just write the examinations of the largest company that employs the most people ...
It is the ANPE.
After studies of unemployed professional, I finally got the tray unemployed.
This happens in three years ... The hardest part is mainly to make statements, I will not hide from you not. Caution should enjoy it now because after the elections could change all that ... And yes new president, we review all the copies ...
It would be so nice to spend the tray unemployed It suits a lot of people actually ... Otherwise
also hesitate to move the tray prisoner, Mikael is doing so well with tattoo that eventually it will not be worse than it also passes the tray prisoner ...
Monday, February 26, 2007
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The whirlwind of life
She had rings on every finger,
Lots of bracelets around the wrists,
And then she sang with a voice
Who, soon, m'enjôla.
She had eyes, eyes of opal,
fascinates me, fascinated me.
Was the oval of her face pale
In fatal femme fatale who m'fut {2x}.
It was known, was recognized
It has lost sight of it has to r'perdus
It was found, it was reheated,
Then s is separated.
Every man for himself is gone.
In the whirlwind of life
I saw her one evening, fence, hedge, hedge
It's been a famous lease {2x}.
the sound of banjos I recognized.
This curious smile that had so pleased. His voice so fatal
, her beautiful face pale
moved me more than ever.
I'm drunk by listening.
Alcohol forget time.
I woke up feeling
kisses on my forehead burning {2x}.
It was known, was recognized.
It has lost sight of view it was r'perdus
We found ourselves, we separated.
In the whirlwind of life.
Continued tum to
Both interlaced
Both embrace.
Then we warmed up.
Every man for himself is gone.
In the whirlwind of life.
I saw her one night hah
She fell into my arms.
When was known
Whoever has recognized
Why lose sight
To lose it again for?
When we found ourselves,
When we got warmed
Why separate?
So we left both
In the whirlwind of life is to
continued to run every two entwined
Both embrace.
She had rings on every finger,
Lots of bracelets around the wrists,
And then she sang with a voice
Who, soon, m'enjôla.
She had eyes, eyes of opal,
fascinates me, fascinated me.
Was the oval of her face pale
In fatal femme fatale who m'fut {2x}.
It was known, was recognized
It has lost sight of it has to r'perdus
It was found, it was reheated,
Then s is separated.
Every man for himself is gone.
In the whirlwind of life
I saw her one evening, fence, hedge, hedge
It's been a famous lease {2x}.
the sound of banjos I recognized.
This curious smile that had so pleased. His voice so fatal
, her beautiful face pale
moved me more than ever.
I'm drunk by listening.
Alcohol forget time.
I woke up feeling
kisses on my forehead burning {2x}.
It was known, was recognized.
It has lost sight of view it was r'perdus
We found ourselves, we separated.
In the whirlwind of life.
Continued tum to
Both interlaced
Both embrace.
Then we warmed up.
Every man for himself is gone.
In the whirlwind of life.
I saw her one night hah
She fell into my arms.
When was known
Whoever has recognized
Why lose sight
To lose it again for?
When we found ourselves,
When we got warmed
Why separate?
So we left both
In the whirlwind of life is to
continued to run every two entwined
Both embrace.
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Gigi L'Amoroso
Here is the most excellent parody of Dalida imitated by Elie Kakou, I love ... Gigi l'amoroso ... Wollywood to ... lol
Here is the most excellent parody of Dalida imitated by Elie Kakou, I love ... Gigi l'amoroso ... Wollywood to ... lol
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
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Bernard Werber
You make me the writer who love reading,
What you say about your books are just that absolutely wonderful, I would look forward to next whatsoever on the butterfly or the stars after our gods, we continued to dream in your writings.
So
continuous like that to make us dream and believe in life ...
You make me the writer who love reading,
What you say about your books are just that absolutely wonderful, I would look forward to next whatsoever on the butterfly or the stars after our gods, we continued to dream in your writings.
So
continuous like that to make us dream and believe in life ...
Monday, February 19, 2007
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Martine ...
Everyone knows the collection of Martin and his adventures, and adventures my god, between having lost his dog, making pancakes, going to the beach, go to the circus do theater, camping, biking, drinking his little milk ... you name it, she finally released her latest book, Martine, shit my pill ... You've done us
dreamed he only wanted to reassure us that, thank you Martin.
Everyone knows the collection of Martin and his adventures, and adventures my god, between having lost his dog, making pancakes, going to the beach, go to the circus do theater, camping, biking, drinking his little milk ... you name it, she finally released her latest book, Martine, shit my pill ... You've done us
dreamed he only wanted to reassure us that, thank you Martin.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
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Found on a blog that made me laugh ...
A young priest, very anxious, and after being unable to utter a single word
the day of his first sermon, Request to the Archbishop board
to be up next Sunday.
The latter advised him to put a few drops of vodka in a Grand
glass of water to be more relaxed.
The following Sunday, the young priest felt so good he would have
talk anywhere about anything.
return to the sacristy, he finds a letter left by the Archbishop
, reads:
My son,
Next time, put a few drops of vodka in a large glass of water
and not a few drops of Water Vodka.
Then I am offering a few remarks to what I saw today
not happen again.
1 - There is no need to put a lemon slice on the rim of the Chalice
.
2 - Avoid leaning on the statue of the Madonna and
importantly, avoid the hug and kiss.
3 - There are 10 commandments, not 12.
4 - The Apostles were 12 and 7 and none were not dwarf.
5 - We're not talking about Jesus Christ and his apostles as "JC
& Co".
6 - We are not referring to Judas as "this son of a bitch."
7 - You should not talk about the Pope called "the Godfather".
8 - Bin Laden has nothing to do with the death of Jesus.
9 - The holy water is made to bless and not to refresh
neck.
10 - Do not celebrate the Mass sitting on the steps of the altar.
11 - The hosts are not cakes appetizer to eat with
the sacramental wine.
12 - Fishermen go to hell and not "be enc ..."
13 - The initiative to call the faithful to dance was good, but not
The
to the track throughout the church.
14 - The man sitting near the altar to which you referred
as "queer" and "Travello in a skirt" was me.
Sincerely, Archbishop.
PS: Jesus was not shot.
A young priest, very anxious, and after being unable to utter a single word
the day of his first sermon, Request to the Archbishop board
to be up next Sunday.
The latter advised him to put a few drops of vodka in a Grand
glass of water to be more relaxed.
The following Sunday, the young priest felt so good he would have
talk anywhere about anything.
return to the sacristy, he finds a letter left by the Archbishop
, reads:
My son,
Next time, put a few drops of vodka in a large glass of water
and not a few drops of Water Vodka.
Then I am offering a few remarks to what I saw today
not happen again.
1 - There is no need to put a lemon slice on the rim of the Chalice
.
2 - Avoid leaning on the statue of the Madonna and
importantly, avoid the hug and kiss.
3 - There are 10 commandments, not 12.
4 - The Apostles were 12 and 7 and none were not dwarf.
5 - We're not talking about Jesus Christ and his apostles as "JC
& Co".
6 - We are not referring to Judas as "this son of a bitch."
7 - You should not talk about the Pope called "the Godfather".
8 - Bin Laden has nothing to do with the death of Jesus.
9 - The holy water is made to bless and not to refresh
neck.
10 - Do not celebrate the Mass sitting on the steps of the altar.
11 - The hosts are not cakes appetizer to eat with
the sacramental wine.
12 - Fishermen go to hell and not "be enc ..."
13 - The initiative to call the faithful to dance was good, but not
The
to the track throughout the church.
14 - The man sitting near the altar to which you referred
as "queer" and "Travello in a skirt" was me.
Sincerely, Archbishop.
PS: Jesus was not shot.
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Friday, February 16, 2007
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Turn Riding And especially do not touch the telehone
moment of pure madness when josiande Balasko takes the phone ... Nothing to say just watch ... Okay well I'll pick up my gift, he finally left, AND ESPECIALLY NOT TOUCH OVER THE PHONE.
moment of pure madness when josiande Balasko takes the phone ... Nothing to say just watch ... Okay well I'll pick up my gift, he finally left, AND ESPECIALLY NOT TOUCH OVER THE PHONE.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
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#0070 Michel BULTEAU
Born in 1949, Michel Bulteau publishes twenty-two years which marked the Manifesto Electric contemporary poetry. Encouraged by Henri Michaux, he continues his quest for rebellious poet. In 1976, he moved to New York where he met the Beat poets, painters and musicians pop punk.
BULTEAU Michel, New York in the middle of the spectra, 2000, The Difference
Three well-lit texts speaking of an era even more lights, one of the beat generation.
Notes: Before going to sleep at three o'clock in the morning, the Harlem Jazz still bubbling in his head [...] You never told me the other day that White Light was the title of a painting Pollock reproduced in the album Free Jazz Ornette Coleman? [...] John Coltrane, a stethoscope dangling around his neck, could participate in the 1970-alas Jamsession of three years earlier he had parted company with everyone- with Jimi Hendrix on guitar and Jim Morrison on drums and his complaints resembling half-closed eyes of Buddha, to ravage the Sunshine of Your Love Cream [...] One afternoon in February 1989 spent listening a tape of Sam Cooke. Chain gang, one of the favorite songs of my adolescence. Sap burning Having a party and Twistin 'the night away. Johnny remembers the name of the guitarist Cliff White [...] Johnny has always preferred the film version with Frank Sinatra in Nelson Algren's book [...] Jerry Nolan confident that his favorite movie was Gene Krupa Story with Sal Mineo.
BULTEAU Michel, New York in the middle of the spectra, 2000, The Difference
Three well-lit texts speaking of an era even more lights, one of the beat generation.
Notes: Before going to sleep at three o'clock in the morning, the Harlem Jazz still bubbling in his head [...] You never told me the other day that White Light was the title of a painting Pollock reproduced in the album Free Jazz Ornette Coleman? [...] John Coltrane, a stethoscope dangling around his neck, could participate in the 1970-alas Jamsession of three years earlier he had parted company with everyone- with Jimi Hendrix on guitar and Jim Morrison on drums and his complaints resembling half-closed eyes of Buddha, to ravage the Sunshine of Your Love Cream [...] One afternoon in February 1989 spent listening a tape of Sam Cooke. Chain gang, one of the favorite songs of my adolescence. Sap burning Having a party and Twistin 'the night away. Johnny remembers the name of the guitarist Cliff White [...] Johnny has always preferred the film version with Frank Sinatra in Nelson Algren's book [...] Jerry Nolan confident that his favorite movie was Gene Krupa Story with Sal Mineo.
Friday, January 19, 2007
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#0069 Sherman ALEXIE
Sherman Alexie, thirty years, is considered one of the best writers of his generation. enfant terrible of American letters, he builds a work unlike any other, modern, which is Indian Blues the perfect illustration.
ALEXIS Sherman Indian Blues (Reservation Blues), 1995, Albin Michel 1997 / Reed. 10-18 No. 3059, Trad. Michael Lederer
The legend says that in 1931 the famous black musician Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil in exchange for a magic guitar and a talent for the blues. Presumed dead for more than half a century, it reappeared today on an Indian reservation in Washington State in search of an old woman with successive Marvin Gaye, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and . This represents only does it not for him last hope of being freed from diabolical pact? Still, he ended up forgetting his guitar on board the pick-up of a young Indian who took hitchhiking. The magical instrument could still do wonders ... Thus were born the "Coyotes Spring", a rock band one hundred percent Indian whose ascension Reserves in Manhattan, will be dazzling. But we can play the instrument of evil with impunity? Although some jazz in this nice story well. A sample: "It's an Indian who invented the blues one day before Christopher Columbus landed, and rock'n'roll, the next day (sic)" (p.161).
ALEXIS Sherman Indian Blues (Reservation Blues), 1995, Albin Michel 1997 / Reed. 10-18 No. 3059, Trad. Michael Lederer
The legend says that in 1931 the famous black musician Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil in exchange for a magic guitar and a talent for the blues. Presumed dead for more than half a century, it reappeared today on an Indian reservation in Washington State in search of an old woman with successive Marvin Gaye, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and . This represents only does it not for him last hope of being freed from diabolical pact? Still, he ended up forgetting his guitar on board the pick-up of a young Indian who took hitchhiking. The magical instrument could still do wonders ... Thus were born the "Coyotes Spring", a rock band one hundred percent Indian whose ascension Reserves in Manhattan, will be dazzling. But we can play the instrument of evil with impunity? Although some jazz in this nice story well. A sample: "It's an Indian who invented the blues one day before Christopher Columbus landed, and rock'n'roll, the next day (sic)" (p.161).
Thursday, January 18, 2007
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#0068 Emmanuel Boundzéki DONGALA
Emmanuel Dongala Boundzeki was born in 1941, Congolese father and mother CAR. He spent his childhood and adolescence in Congo, is studying in the United States and France, before teaching chemistry at the University of Brazzaville. During the Congo conflict in 1997, he left Brazzaville with his family. With the active support of Philip Roth, he finds refuge in the United States. He has been professor of French literature and chemistry at the University Simons Rock (Boston). Emmanuel Dongala
Boundzéki, Jazz and palm wine, 1982, Black Pocket Hatier World / Reed. The Plumed Serpent Grounds 2000
In this collection, two new "Jazz and Palm Wine" and "A Love Supreme"
Notes: Jazz and Palm Wine : "The music of John Coltrane threw them into a catatonic state first, then in a kind of nirvana [...] this which allowed then to the music of Sun Ra cosmic to volatilize "(p.122)" Millions of disks were engraved by John Coltrane in secret [...] was treated like a king around Sun Ra and his band never had so much sun work "(p.123)" Suddenly, from everywhere, from homes, the interior of the Earth, Space, broke the haunting sounds of the saxophone of John Coltrane [...] While Sun Ra began his rocket-orchestra running [...] Sun Ra was the first man and black jazz musician to become president of the United States [...] this is so, then, that jazz conquered the world [...] John Coltrane was canonized by the pope under the name Saint Trane. The first part of his work A Love Supreme replaced the Gloria in the Catholic Mass "(p.124-125).
A Love Supreme:" When I reached my native Africa, I knew only vaguely classical music Armstrong, Ellington and Bessie Smith still [...] I found this stirring music nostalgic because [...] When I was feeling down, I plunged into the deep and painful soul of Billie Holiday or Ma Rainey. Conversely, I hopped on the fellows and ribald rhythms of Fats Waller and Willie the Lion Smith "(p.137-138)" Christ died [...] I tried to join Archie Shepp who was in France [... ] I tried to ultimately join the poet Imamu Baraka, but he left Newark "(p.139)" In fact, he (Coltrane) was not unknown as he was pleased to have us believe because he had burned a disc with Ellington, besides of course the discs with Miles and with many other great musicians such classics Johnny Hodges Theolonius Monk (sic), etc.. But for him, it does not matter, it was the past. For him, music, like any living art, should cease to excel, to excel "(p.144)" Little by little, weak at first, swelling, swelling, rising and submerging like a torrent, saxophone JC emerged from the chorus [...] sounds, phrases, harmonies, the passion, the screams of the saxophone soared, inexhaustible as a raging sea "(p.145-146)" Christ died. We listened long drives that we had him, we felt more love volcano, if not cataclysmic, who escaped from the instrument of this incredible musician "(p.152-153).
Boundzéki, Jazz and palm wine, 1982, Black Pocket Hatier World / Reed. The Plumed Serpent Grounds 2000
In this collection, two new "Jazz and Palm Wine" and "A Love Supreme"
Notes: Jazz and Palm Wine : "The music of John Coltrane threw them into a catatonic state first, then in a kind of nirvana [...] this which allowed then to the music of Sun Ra cosmic to volatilize "(p.122)" Millions of disks were engraved by John Coltrane in secret [...] was treated like a king around Sun Ra and his band never had so much sun work "(p.123)" Suddenly, from everywhere, from homes, the interior of the Earth, Space, broke the haunting sounds of the saxophone of John Coltrane [...] While Sun Ra began his rocket-orchestra running [...] Sun Ra was the first man and black jazz musician to become president of the United States [...] this is so, then, that jazz conquered the world [...] John Coltrane was canonized by the pope under the name Saint Trane. The first part of his work A Love Supreme replaced the Gloria in the Catholic Mass "(p.124-125).
A Love Supreme:" When I reached my native Africa, I knew only vaguely classical music Armstrong, Ellington and Bessie Smith still [...] I found this stirring music nostalgic because [...] When I was feeling down, I plunged into the deep and painful soul of Billie Holiday or Ma Rainey. Conversely, I hopped on the fellows and ribald rhythms of Fats Waller and Willie the Lion Smith "(p.137-138)" Christ died [...] I tried to join Archie Shepp who was in France [... ] I tried to ultimately join the poet Imamu Baraka, but he left Newark "(p.139)" In fact, he (Coltrane) was not unknown as he was pleased to have us believe because he had burned a disc with Ellington, besides of course the discs with Miles and with many other great musicians such classics Johnny Hodges Theolonius Monk (sic), etc.. But for him, it does not matter, it was the past. For him, music, like any living art, should cease to excel, to excel "(p.144)" Little by little, weak at first, swelling, swelling, rising and submerging like a torrent, saxophone JC emerged from the chorus [...] sounds, phrases, harmonies, the passion, the screams of the saxophone soared, inexhaustible as a raging sea "(p.145-146)" Christ died. We listened long drives that we had him, we felt more love volcano, if not cataclysmic, who escaped from the instrument of this incredible musician "(p.152-153).
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
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#0067 José André LACOUR
LACOUR Jose Andre, Venice in October, 1958, The Cry / Reed. Julliard
A saxophonist in Venice ...
Notes: This is the story of Bobby Saxalto, a boy who wanted to go to Venice in October. He played the saxophone and that is why we nicknamed him Bobby Saxalto, but this was not his real name. He played beautifully, his temples swelled and your memory listened born of terrible dreams, as when once heard the old Bix Beiderbecke or listens these days by soaked overnight star and regret, Don Byas "(p.5)" He was sweating and vibrating and roaring St. Louis blues The man I love with the voice torn, rough and pitted with Louis Armstrong, a voice so much older than him, a voice so torn by life, the years and suffering we had before and she worried belonged to this little boy blond and bland [...] He left Bobby alone complete, closed eyes, nose wrinkled over his saxophone, bitter and anguished melody that brought together all "(p.37)" He played. He played standing at the foot of the bed of Ma, without losing my eye, his temples swelled and his cheeks, he put a warm heart and desperate and he never again played Stormy weather like that day. Never more than elsewhere, for years and years, he played Stormy Weather "(p.40)" He played beautifully, tearing your guts, tears and heart [...] You and other spectators customers and musicians who were in this little box Pigalle reddened in the smoke, you split the heart by watching this boy, trembling, leg too short and swollen at the temples, so pale but so beautiful, swaying in his music, his eyes closed for sinking and suffocating them with so love, hope and so much grief. And your memory of dreams were born, so heartbreaking and terrible as when once heard the old Buddy Bolden or listening, tonight, a night of stars and soaked regrets, Don Byas "(p.118-119)" I love your records. Gillespie. Charlie Parker. Charlie Parker The Bird. The immortal Charlie Parker. I play the alto saxophone, like him, that's why they called me Saxalto "(p.132)" I brought my saxophone, baby. I want to play for you [...] He played like Charlie Parker played just before his death, that is to say beautifully. He played like Charlie Parker played while the thin shadow of death already descended on his features, in Chicago, Charlie escaped and that his body passionate perishable "(p.144)" It was there, swinging slowly playing St. Louis Blues [...] For when they were here, Saint Louis Blues became a funeral march, and they stopped, the policeman, the veiled lady and guardian, because the music they heard this, deaf and stroked the silent tombs, funeral and mourning the dead generations, agreed instead. It was so sad and so beautiful, it came with a heart so deep that no one suddenly moved, and only this song that greeted the beloved "(p.147)" A crisp air and dancing, be- bop, one of those galvanizing trumpet tunes bones of young men broke out, trumpets, saxes and rhythm competed with enthusiasm "(p.203).
Also cited: Nat King Cole, Sinatra.
A saxophonist in Venice ...
Notes: This is the story of Bobby Saxalto, a boy who wanted to go to Venice in October. He played the saxophone and that is why we nicknamed him Bobby Saxalto, but this was not his real name. He played beautifully, his temples swelled and your memory listened born of terrible dreams, as when once heard the old Bix Beiderbecke or listens these days by soaked overnight star and regret, Don Byas "(p.5)" He was sweating and vibrating and roaring St. Louis blues The man I love with the voice torn, rough and pitted with Louis Armstrong, a voice so much older than him, a voice so torn by life, the years and suffering we had before and she worried belonged to this little boy blond and bland [...] He left Bobby alone complete, closed eyes, nose wrinkled over his saxophone, bitter and anguished melody that brought together all "(p.37)" He played. He played standing at the foot of the bed of Ma, without losing my eye, his temples swelled and his cheeks, he put a warm heart and desperate and he never again played Stormy weather like that day. Never more than elsewhere, for years and years, he played Stormy Weather "(p.40)" He played beautifully, tearing your guts, tears and heart [...] You and other spectators customers and musicians who were in this little box Pigalle reddened in the smoke, you split the heart by watching this boy, trembling, leg too short and swollen at the temples, so pale but so beautiful, swaying in his music, his eyes closed for sinking and suffocating them with so love, hope and so much grief. And your memory of dreams were born, so heartbreaking and terrible as when once heard the old Buddy Bolden or listening, tonight, a night of stars and soaked regrets, Don Byas "(p.118-119)" I love your records. Gillespie. Charlie Parker. Charlie Parker The Bird. The immortal Charlie Parker. I play the alto saxophone, like him, that's why they called me Saxalto "(p.132)" I brought my saxophone, baby. I want to play for you [...] He played like Charlie Parker played just before his death, that is to say beautifully. He played like Charlie Parker played while the thin shadow of death already descended on his features, in Chicago, Charlie escaped and that his body passionate perishable "(p.144)" It was there, swinging slowly playing St. Louis Blues [...] For when they were here, Saint Louis Blues became a funeral march, and they stopped, the policeman, the veiled lady and guardian, because the music they heard this, deaf and stroked the silent tombs, funeral and mourning the dead generations, agreed instead. It was so sad and so beautiful, it came with a heart so deep that no one suddenly moved, and only this song that greeted the beloved "(p.147)" A crisp air and dancing, be- bop, one of those galvanizing trumpet tunes bones of young men broke out, trumpets, saxes and rhythm competed with enthusiasm "(p.203).
Also cited: Nat King Cole, Sinatra.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
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#0066 Tanguy VIEL
Tanguy Viel, The Black Note, 1998, Midnight
sure to follow! Paul, the saxophonist, they nicknamed him John because of John Coltrane, George, on bass, Jimmy was, and Christian, had become Elvin. Even the house on the island, when they moved together to play, they wanted the nickname: they called Black Note. The clinic where they took him, the narrator and the group continues to trumpet this time rehashing of common life. Logorrhea verbal verbiage, chapters in a single paragraph without breaths, long sentences. Jazz, but at what price! Notes: (Chapter 1) "Its name, drummer, Elvin was and the man on bass, Jimmy, Jimmy Garrison as [...] For George, it had hesitated a long time with Charlie, like Charles Mingus [ ...] because of the Coltrane quartet, so he wanted us to have the names of the musicians of the quartet, the real sixties [...] it does not even call you when Miles as Miles Davis. And therefore Paul is nicknamed him John, as John Coltrane, Coltrane because it was our idol at all. But as Paul, he played a saxophone that belonged to John Coltrane that's what he told us, the last in which Coltrane's saxophone blew [...] he was delirious again and was convinced it was the real saxophone, the real John Coltrane who had offered [...] and s dragged her to return the pieces of Coltrane [...] it would still be impossible, because we do not repeat the Coltrane quartet with a trumpet, but with a piano. John asked me to put myself at the piano, he said that if I was putting my piano Thelonious nicknamed me they would like Thelonious Monk [...] they have never wanted to be called Miles as Miles Davis or Thelonious Monk Thelonious as [ ...] he said he would die soon, at forty he said, to die like the real John Coltrane, at the same age [...] I said to my reflection, 'You'll never Miles Davis [...] the saxophone would have sold cheaper, if had withdrawn the added value that the saxophone had belonged to John Coltrane [...] The same bass Jimmy Garrison, who played with Coltrane in 1965, but not exactly the same, the same model yes, but not one with which the Garrison played true in 1965 [...] While John, of course, he never provided evidence that the saxophone had belonged to John Coltrane [...] you will not see the resemblance with the real instruments quartet Coltrane. Me, my instrument flying does nothing, neither sounds nor looks at the trumpet of Miles Davis [...] because I did not put me on the piano, and we could not take the songs of John Coltrane [... ] "To Spread The Rhythm", once said in speaking of John Coltrane, Elvin Jones, the real, you know, those of the sixties, when Coltrane playing My Favorite Things, and Elvin Jones was the best drummer world [...] he would never have supported the deployment pace on the battery of another, even when his name is Elvin Jones, Rashied Ali, where [...] John listened to anyone when we played, then it might not call me Miles Davis, when there was that he could be heard outside "(Chapter 2)" we will resume the songs of the sixties, the songs of John Coltrane [...] we are the jazz quartet for the next decade, we are immortal [...] with the impression that the new John Coltrane [...] But I've never had a nickname, I've never called Miles [...] For me, it's over, I do want to touch up a trumpet in my life because I know I'll never Miles Davis [...] Why him he could be called John Coltrane playing the saxophone [...] It removes that you hear the songs again in a den of Coltrane submarine
(Chapter 3) "would play, my trumpet, you what you want, if you like the saxophone, double bass, provided it be jazz, I can call you Sonny, as Sonny Rollins and Duke, as Duke Ellington. You would take the nickname you want. There would be no need to lie and say that our instruments have belonged to Sonny Rollins, Duke Ellington or [...] nobody can really know if it was not John Coltrane [...] with the saxophone next to him say it: John Coltrane [...] This is why we can not be friends, both of them, are like the musicians of the quartet of Coltrane, as the real years sixty, they can not be friends because AMIS can be angry, and nothing is ever as before, and forget [...] The best jazz musicians in the world, "repeated John, we give a name that will as famous as the quartet of John Coltrane "
(Chapter 4)" He was white, which took him more than we do for a black American for John Coltrane, the jazz when it was occupied first by big words "
(Chapter 5) "Good surprise: there is none!"
Damned! I forgot to mention: "Because I die and you live your ashes in my love" (Tristan L'Hermite) brother Bernard?
Tanguy Viel, The Black Note, 1998, Midnight
sure to follow! Paul, the saxophonist, they nicknamed him John because of John Coltrane, George, on bass, Jimmy was, and Christian, had become Elvin. Even the house on the island, when they moved together to play, they wanted the nickname: they called Black Note. The clinic where they took him, the narrator and the group continues to trumpet this time rehashing of common life. Logorrhea verbal verbiage, chapters in a single paragraph without breaths, long sentences. Jazz, but at what price! Notes: (Chapter 1) "Its name, drummer, Elvin was and the man on bass, Jimmy, Jimmy Garrison as [...] For George, it had hesitated a long time with Charlie, like Charles Mingus [ ...] because of the Coltrane quartet, so he wanted us to have the names of the musicians of the quartet, the real sixties [...] it does not even call you when Miles as Miles Davis. And therefore Paul is nicknamed him John, as John Coltrane, Coltrane because it was our idol at all. But as Paul, he played a saxophone that belonged to John Coltrane that's what he told us, the last in which Coltrane's saxophone blew [...] he was delirious again and was convinced it was the real saxophone, the real John Coltrane who had offered [...] and s dragged her to return the pieces of Coltrane [...] it would still be impossible, because we do not repeat the Coltrane quartet with a trumpet, but with a piano. John asked me to put myself at the piano, he said that if I was putting my piano Thelonious nicknamed me they would like Thelonious Monk [...] they have never wanted to be called Miles as Miles Davis or Thelonious Monk Thelonious as [ ...] he said he would die soon, at forty he said, to die like the real John Coltrane, at the same age [...] I said to my reflection, 'You'll never Miles Davis [...] the saxophone would have sold cheaper, if had withdrawn the added value that the saxophone had belonged to John Coltrane [...] The same bass Jimmy Garrison, who played with Coltrane in 1965, but not exactly the same, the same model yes, but not one with which the Garrison played true in 1965 [...] While John, of course, he never provided evidence that the saxophone had belonged to John Coltrane [...] you will not see the resemblance with the real instruments quartet Coltrane. Me, my instrument flying does nothing, neither sounds nor looks at the trumpet of Miles Davis [...] because I did not put me on the piano, and we could not take the songs of John Coltrane [... ] "To Spread The Rhythm", once said in speaking of John Coltrane, Elvin Jones, the real, you know, those of the sixties, when Coltrane playing My Favorite Things, and Elvin Jones was the best drummer world [...] he would never have supported the deployment pace on the battery of another, even when his name is Elvin Jones, Rashied Ali, where [...] John listened to anyone when we played, then it might not call me Miles Davis, when there was that he could be heard outside "(Chapter 2)" we will resume the songs of the sixties, the songs of John Coltrane [...] we are the jazz quartet for the next decade, we are immortal [...] with the impression that the new John Coltrane [...] But I've never had a nickname, I've never called Miles [...] For me, it's over, I do want to touch up a trumpet in my life because I know I'll never Miles Davis [...] Why him he could be called John Coltrane playing the saxophone [...] It removes that you hear the songs again in a den of Coltrane submarine
(Chapter 3) "would play, my trumpet, you what you want, if you like the saxophone, double bass, provided it be jazz, I can call you Sonny, as Sonny Rollins and Duke, as Duke Ellington. You would take the nickname you want. There would be no need to lie and say that our instruments have belonged to Sonny Rollins, Duke Ellington or [...] nobody can really know if it was not John Coltrane [...] with the saxophone next to him say it: John Coltrane [...] This is why we can not be friends, both of them, are like the musicians of the quartet of Coltrane, as the real years sixty, they can not be friends because AMIS can be angry, and nothing is ever as before, and forget [...] The best jazz musicians in the world, "repeated John, we give a name that will as famous as the quartet of John Coltrane "
(Chapter 4)" He was white, which took him more than we do for a black American for John Coltrane, the jazz when it was occupied first by big words "
(Chapter 5) "Good surprise: there is none!"
Damned! I forgot to mention: "Because I die and you live your ashes in my love" (Tristan L'Hermite) brother Bernard?
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