great lyrics: Matmatah – Alzheimer

I discovered Matmatah a few months ago thanks to a colleague of mine and really fell in love with their style and lyrics. Fresh Brittany sounds with enough of a gipsy rock edge if I may describe them that way!

In a song called “Alzheimer” they write:

Ou alors régressons fatalement,
Eternellement. Des débutants.
Avec la peur comme exutoire à l’ignorance
Alzheimer en prof d’histoire de nos enfances.

which can be more or less translated as

Or let’s fatally regress,
eternally. Beginners.
With fear as a way out of ignorance
Alzheimer as the History teacher of our childhood”

I’m not even really doing it justice at this point but I cannot get enough of that verse!
those are some cool cats folks and if you get a chance to give them a listen, take it. Also lookup the video for a song called “la cerise” on youtube (I’d link it but it’s not available in the mainland at the moment)

look Ma’ I’m playing guitar

Look Ma’ ! I’m back on stage again..

no tomatoes or rotten eggs were thrown during the making of these pictures.
no tomatoes or rotten eggs were thrown during the making of these pictures.

After investing years and years messing around with the guitar and not really getting anywhere (for various reasons), I finally got off my rear end, got serious about it and actually played a couple of tracks the past few weeks at open mike night!
This Past Tuesday was another milestone as it was the first time since 93 that I was actually on stage with another person playing something we actually rehearsed, even if it was for a short time. This particular performance had Paul Thorn’s “great day to whoop some a**” and a Chinese song called “家乡“ (jia xiang).

I should have done it earlier.. much earlier.. I guess better late than never!

’tis holiday season

yep, it’s that time again! Yet another year is slowly winding down…. this is one i ain’t gonna shed no tears for! heck, I’d pay to skip december if it was possible… By the looks of it, december 31st is gonna be one hell of a night because there are so many folks in my entourage who just want this to be over and done with! In some respects, one could argue that the Olympics used up all the good will and auspices, leaving nothing for the common person!
Between deaths, break ups, divorces, layoffs, accidents and the such, I’ve personally has enough! I’m just a bit freaked out by the fact that so much has already happened and we still have another month to go…

Here’s looking at y’all and wishing you a joyfully blessed thanksgiving!

I leave you with the song that says it all for this year: Dust in the wind by Guns N’ Roses

Tell everybody that I am sorry, truly sorry
For all the wrong I’ve done
I never meant to hurt nobody, no no
Lord I never want to do no wrong

And I have lied, and I have begged and I have cheated
And I know my ship, it won’t be coming in
And as I lay me down to take my rest
I can see that it’s just dust in the wind

Take hold my hand, and hold it tighter, ever tighter
You must believe that I love you still
But my strength, it grows weaker, and weaker
And my body has lost its will

‘Cause I have lied, and I have begged and I have cheated
And I know my ship, it won’t be coming in
And as I lay me down to take my rest
I can see that it’s just dust in the wind

Oh Lord, I have lost once again
And there’s no one to help me find my way home
Lord and I, Lord I never want to hurt nobody
And I, Lord I never want to do no wrong

‘Cause I have lied, and I have begged and I have cheated
And I know my ship, it won’t be coming in
And as I lay me down to take my rest
I can see that it’s just dust in the wind

The most precious one

I found it… after years of digging and searching through online record stores, sampling sites and everywhere i could think off, I finally managed to get my hands on it and it was worth the search and the wait.

I’ve mentioned Concrete Blonde a few times in this blog and more specifically their enigmatic and charismatic singer, Johnette Napolitano who I consider to be one of the truest artists from the last 20 years. Her voice, her lyrics, her attitude… gosh.. so sensitive yet strong… a fragile rose with the prickliest of thorns.

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So, back when Concrete Blonde first disbanded, she was on a creative high and made a bunch of records with different people in bands named “Vowel Movement” and “Pretty & Twisted”. She also worked with the Talking Heads. In the meantime, she recorded a solo album “The Sound of a Woman” that was never released. Recording Industry legend had it that a few tapes leaked before the company tanked and were floating around but i had never been able to find it or hear it before.. until yesterday… I finally got “Sound of a Woman” and it was worth the search.. pure Johnette in the way a like her… feisty! I can’t say i’ve enjoyed scrapbook I or II and I have yet to hear most of “Scarred” but this little gem of a record is worthwhile.

Sound of a Woman tracklisting:
1 – I’m Your Queen
2 – Sound of a Woman
3 – I Can Do Anything
4 – Deliver
5 – Something Fast
6 – Tados Los Santos
7 – Firefly
8 – Human
9 – Closer
10 – Sleep
11 – Lullabye for Fabiana

The lyrics are typical Johnette with passages like:

“I cry like a cloud and laugh like a clown”
” this is the sound of a woman that knows how to bow down and get back up again”

and it just goes on with her opening her soul in every song… it’s painfully beautiful..

Sideways.. isn’t everything?

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I just had a lovely evening drinking a nice Merlot and watching this absolute gem of a movie about love, life and more importantly wine… This is a case of “If i were to explain, you wouldn’t understand” in terms of trying to tell someone why the movie is so good and I’m sure it’s not to everyone’s taste. come on now, it’s an indie flick and has all the indie ingredients. The person that will enjoy this movie is the same type of person that will be in love with this quote taken from it:

On wine:

How it’s a living thing. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes. And if it’s an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. I like how wine continues to evolve, like if I opened a bottle of wine today it would taste different than if I’d opened it on any other day, because a bottle of wine is actually alive. And it’s constantly evolving and gaining complexity. That is, until it peaks, like your ’61. And then it begins its steady, inevitable decline.

need I write more? didnt think so