Let's simply forward the historical yet always too confidential announcement: Goodiepal is speading the word about a free download new album release under the alias Sygnok here:
Those who might have fail in tracking down his recent numerous activities, now either slightly more scarce or dematerialized than the well-covered 2003 Nag Nag Bacon release, might refer to the impressively complete biography here detailing his projects through the years. Including the mechanical bird construction, the bunch of Mort aux vaches music objects distribution plan, as well as the various kinds of lectures he gave completed by the Radical computer musicbook, it constantly highlights the striking and singular care of an anti-authority craftsman for both concepts and objects.
Such a detailed wikipedia overview, as well as his talkative nature and specific taste for classy theory quickly pull the rug from under our feet in these fanbase attempts to add a few words to the character depiction: both intellectual and wild, possibly fluxus if not terrorist in a V/Vm way, he's modestly in charge of an ambitious anti-ideology danish gentleman's life project that encompasses way more than the music shapes produced, and should not be simply reduced to it.
This is why we highly recommend that you, the most attentive of you readers, take a bit of time to refer directly to the Radical computer music theory elements avalaible in english here or there, waiting for the day when some french institution might luckily find the balls to invite him for one of those smart lectures with the appropriate hi-tech translation system he deserves.
Thanks to the encyclopedic UbuWeb database, Beuys' sonic production is now open for exploration in every details. Although his whole performance activity generated various recorded LPs, from spoken words to piano performances, I wanted since a long time to include here his 1982 unique incursion in the world of pop-song with the band BAP.
Pure product of the cold war and fear of the atom, such an anti-Reagan protest song had to be based on a catchy wordplay: Reagan = Regen = Rain, therefore we want sun instead of rain.
Although the result might now appear absolutely unprobable, it should be replaced in the context of Beuys' general attempts to link arts and politics, avant-garde and popular field, and should also be seen as a contribution of someone whose experience of the war was real. Please notice the specific stage setup for TV appearance where the singer actually places behind the drummer, though.
To my knowledge it is the earliest song recorded by cult italian born comedian: Bud Spencer, king of action-packed potboilers and spaghetti westerns. As taken from the 1978 movie "Lo Chiamavano Bulldozer" aka Uppercut; also don't misunderstand as behind the "Oliver Onions" hides the duo of composer usually attached to our man along with partner Terence Hill: Guido & Maurizio De Angelis.
No "outsider music" this time, even if the post could be easily related to that range due to its unlikely character. Eerie Jean Michel Jarre's bedroom synthie music teams with Dominque Webb's extravagent persona.
> Dominique Webb > More early J.M.C. material can be found on that boot compilation.
Ok, enough of this summer slow-motion: it's time to get back to stressfull and regular updates, but the most popular and beloved french weather-man might gently let a taste of été indien resonate in our hearts.
It was a surprise do discover that the fresh and upbeat funny man mysteriously managed to release it on Celluloïd records (Elli et Jacno, Mathématiques modernes ...). Everything from the synths to the bass slaps sounds designed for small cars on highways.
Today Cartilage Consortium celebrates Poetry. The “Marché de la poésie” takes place this sunday at Saint-Germain-des-prés, with hundred of poets sat in front of their books, and waiting for the rain to come. We have decided to help.
The song above was titled “Poésie” by “Les Dispensés de Gym”. We already exhumed talented songwriters, but those are champions. I got this Lp from my uncle who was dj in the Rouergue (Aveyron). It’s a live concert recorded at the Cultural Center of Capdenac. I couldn’t find more infos on “Maurice Ambiance”, “Granit”, “Salmacis”, “Emile Rock des Champs”, “Anathème” or “Attentat”, the other bands featured on the vinyle. This compilation probably never reached the borders of the county, and it's a pity. Capdenac was the center of the French counterculture in 79, you can’t ignore it any longer.
In this tenderness that sometimes I know This island of touch in this haven of peace The unfathomable mystery in an installment unfathomed As one block of sand among rocks
Poetry, I make poetry Poet Poet X3
At night in my bed with my girlfriend I do not want, I prefer the body of Lili In this fatal outcome, in this kinetic Known in the annals of naive memory In this game of chance, lost forever A hidden out of sight like a flower A flower without season that time forgot To flourish without reason and shiver in the wind
Poetry, I make poetry Poet Poet X3
At night in my bed with my girlfriend I do not want, I prefer the body of Lili In that word so vulgar and both noble Or once a commoner, the name comes from the kings One night, intoxicated, your crazy muse began to rave Poetry of my ass
Poetry, I make poetry Poet Poet X3
Guitar solo
Les Inconnus / Dousseur de vivre - Poésie (Chanson hard rock)
“Les Inconnus“ were a beloved trio of humorists in the nineties. They never knew “Les Dispensés de Gym”, but they faked lyrism of french hard rockers so good that their song stayed in memories. Still i first heard the name of Deep Purple in that video. You can measure the achievement of the mimicry below :
Sweet life Poetry
Listen your heart for a little It teaches you tenderness What does your soul desire ? The delicacy
God created love The day of the 7th day A love so fragile It was made of clay It is said in the Gospel Found in your head Your soul of poet Remember how it’s great The scent of violets In a field of daisies
CHORUS: Follow me All is order and beauty Luxury, calm and voluptuousness Gives a meaning to your life By putting the PO --- E ---TRY POETRY
Let your heart beat It teaches you wisdom Lets talk about your soul She wants a hug God wanted to love you That's why he made you With the clay It is not hogwash It is said in Genesis
You need Azure Open sea and fresh air So escape the threat Of mass phenomena The screams of the populace
Follow me CHORUS
Guitar Solo: Jesu, meine Freude bleibet Johann Sebastian Bach
In the years 2000 inspiration doesn't seem to come easier. This charming young man likes to tease the muse half nude. Sometimes it helps. His name is Sylvain Courtoux. “La poésie est ma petite amie” was released in 2008 on his first album “Vie et mort d’un poète de merde” (Life and death of a shity Poet) at Al Dante publishing. Very Baudelairian. He’s doing some prose too. You can get his books here.
Poetry is my girlfriend polkacore version
I spent some time writing this crap At night in my bed to write poetry It passed the time but I do not know why Texts i sent they did not want Becoming a poet to be published by Gallimard It would still be nice But there are some who are mocking I would have liked to be a fucking poet To subsidize but to publish especially Because poetry is my girlfriend She puts condoms and I listen rock I have lots of friends poets like myself Who does not publish except on the net Where there are cool stuff But poetry is a true life And we get not bored Because poetry, I like to say some things Because I'm too lazy to write a novel I tinker texts I sampled on sex Listening Haniel Joseph (?) Damn it does well Because poetry it does not pay There are even some who died before seeing their books at Auchan Because poetry I love this medium too We spit on each other, the better sodomy And then there are even some who do not have enough Who publish journals to get sucked Poetry is my girlfriend I play all the time even she does not want me Poetry is a quiet job Especially when you earn a good RMI I love poetry, i love poetry, i love poetry, so poetry I love poetry,i love poetry, i love poetry, is poetry
One day it's true, I'll go at Ardisson's Poetry leads also to a life of con One day it's too true, I will be at Ardisson's Because poetry leads to a life of con
I close that post with my all times favorite shiter, Antonin Artaud, who spent three years confined in the asylum of Rodez (Aveyron), to receive fifty electroshocks. Those “Sound effects and my cry in the stairs” come from his radiophonic piece about farting and infinity “To have done with the judgement of God”, censored in 47 by the French broadcasting. True hardcore.
For all the many tracks sung by little kids in too cute high pitch voices, this will forever remain my gristly little favourite. Culled from the Miniatures compilation (1980 Cherry Red), this is Neil Innes (Monty Python / Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band)and his then six year old son, doing the most vicious interpretation of Slade's 'Cum On Feel The Noize' I've ever heard -- Girls stab the boys!
More quintessential Englishness, the joys of Sir John Betjeman. Some cad of a producer decided to pair the then Poet Laureate up with arranger Jim Parker in the mid-70s, a move that could've gone so wrong, and ended up gemlike. Lust, approaching old age, and postwar England, wrapped in gloriously appropriate accompaniment and paced like a dream.
Finally, a couple of tracks from Doggerel Bank's 1975 album Mister Skillicorn Dances, another record worked on by Jim Parker, and in a happy circle, released on Charisma Records, who also released the Pythons. Delightful spoken-word, London-centric eccentricity.
