Speaking of broken English... J'écoutais l'album best of de Renaud que Stéphanie m'a offert pour mon anniversaire, et je suis tombée sur la chanson It is not because you are qui est tout simplement hilarante.
Juste un petit mot d'avertissement: ne pas faire écouter ça à quelqu'un qui apprend l'anglais ou le français parce que it will mess with the cerveau!
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dimanche 18 octobre 2009
samedi 25 avril 2009
My true feelings about U2 and hip hop dance
I listened to some of my favorite U2 albums today, and it had been a really long time since I hadn't indulged in that. My teenage self sang inside me, and my (barely) adult self too. Despite everything that is said about this band - and its lead singer - it will probably always be one of my favourites. And I think one of the reasons (besides all the memories and the fact that "with or without you" and "I still haven't found what I'm looking for" are engraved in my dna) is the optimism inherent in those songs. U2 songs tend to vocalise a strong attachment to life and what it has to offer. That's pretty unusual for a rock band! As Sasha Frere Jones says in her article on U2 coming tour in the New Yorker: "While almost every rock band flirts with the allure of destruction and the charm of sin, U2 has kept its eye on that corniest of feelings: uplift".
And, well, let's face it. I'm corny and I don't think I could survive without positive vibes.
I won't go to their concert because their latest album is not so exciting, the tickets are stupidly expensive, it's in a big stadium, and I've already seen them once live. However, that music is in me, and it's not coming out, so I might as well own up to the fact that I'll always be a U2 fan.
I would like to know though, does Bono do cocaine? Because if he does, his whole discourse on North and South and poverty and stuff would be completely discredited, and at the same time, I really am suspicious because he's so energetic!
I also went to see a hip hop show last night, and was not disappointed. The two dancers (twins) were talented, technically gifted and had this contagious love of performance that made them want to share the limelight with the audience. So at the end of the show, they invited audience members to come up on stage and to dance in a sort of jamming session. We're talking about a real professional show here, in a proper theatre. Those two guys did not want to trade the spontaneity of hip hop improvisation for an institutionalised showcase. And it was so refreshing to see a high quality show that also transmitted a spirit of celebration. The audience was extatic, composed of young, old, black and white people. For a parisian theatre, that in itself is a miracle.
And, well, let's face it. I'm corny and I don't think I could survive without positive vibes.
I won't go to their concert because their latest album is not so exciting, the tickets are stupidly expensive, it's in a big stadium, and I've already seen them once live. However, that music is in me, and it's not coming out, so I might as well own up to the fact that I'll always be a U2 fan.
I would like to know though, does Bono do cocaine? Because if he does, his whole discourse on North and South and poverty and stuff would be completely discredited, and at the same time, I really am suspicious because he's so energetic!
I also went to see a hip hop show last night, and was not disappointed. The two dancers (twins) were talented, technically gifted and had this contagious love of performance that made them want to share the limelight with the audience. So at the end of the show, they invited audience members to come up on stage and to dance in a sort of jamming session. We're talking about a real professional show here, in a proper theatre. Those two guys did not want to trade the spontaneity of hip hop improvisation for an institutionalised showcase. And it was so refreshing to see a high quality show that also transmitted a spirit of celebration. The audience was extatic, composed of young, old, black and white people. For a parisian theatre, that in itself is a miracle.
lundi 23 mars 2009
Loudidoo
Oh, Lou Reed. Such nice sound. Berlin is a lovely lovely song. That's what I'm listening to right now, and I'm quite content. Good music tends to do that, make me feel just right. And these days, my mood always begs for Lou. Is it the nonchalant voice, the spiky guitar riffs, the simple and quirky lyrics? It's all of that, and then some. ..."And those footsteps they start to fade"... it was Berlin, now it's Going Down.
I still need to find more ideas for the piece I'm going to record on video for this theatre audition (see post "The Blue Cape" for more details).
There's the sea thing, playing around with the Atlantic ocean. But as I said, that's just one idea, and it won't carry the whole piece. I was also thinking of playing around with language... maybe speaking in a gibberish-type frenglish language, and then little by little starting to separate the two languages... or the reverse, maybe speaking French and English separately at first, and as I sink into the Atlantic ocean, both languages merge? But then I would probably re-emerge from the ocean (because, you know, I don't want to die in there) and what language should I speak then?
I'm not sure this whole talking to myself thing is useful. I really need to rehearse it and see what comes up when I'm actually on my feet.
Otherwise, the researchers and university professors are still striking. In a weird twisted way, it's only when professors strike that I feel the urge to work on my dissertation.
But in Grenoble, some strikers organised a ritualised funeral as some of them solemnly gave up their administrative tasks. Here's the link to the video, it's pretty interesting.
http://coordsuprech38.wordpress.com/2009/03/18/demissions-a-luniversite-stendhal-1739/
I still need to find more ideas for the piece I'm going to record on video for this theatre audition (see post "The Blue Cape" for more details).
There's the sea thing, playing around with the Atlantic ocean. But as I said, that's just one idea, and it won't carry the whole piece. I was also thinking of playing around with language... maybe speaking in a gibberish-type frenglish language, and then little by little starting to separate the two languages... or the reverse, maybe speaking French and English separately at first, and as I sink into the Atlantic ocean, both languages merge? But then I would probably re-emerge from the ocean (because, you know, I don't want to die in there) and what language should I speak then?
I'm not sure this whole talking to myself thing is useful. I really need to rehearse it and see what comes up when I'm actually on my feet.
Otherwise, the researchers and university professors are still striking. In a weird twisted way, it's only when professors strike that I feel the urge to work on my dissertation.
But in Grenoble, some strikers organised a ritualised funeral as some of them solemnly gave up their administrative tasks. Here's the link to the video, it's pretty interesting.
http://coordsuprech38.wordpress.com/2009/03/18/demissions-a-luniversite-stendhal-1739/
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