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Michael Jackson plays the cowboy in 77

Before becoming the Michael Jackson we know, the already great Michael, seeking emancipation, disguises himself and tries on a reggae of Bob Marley to the R & B mode failing to find a style to it.

Summer 76, the Jackson family is committed to host a musical show for a half hour on CBS. This is an opportunity to grasp, because the public interest for the Jackson family is in sharp decline. Summer 76 was dominated by the Breezin 'George Benson the Frampton Comes Alive! Peter Frampton and Wings At The Speed Of Sound Paul McCartney and as Jefferson Starship, Fleetwood Mac and Steve Miller Band, all having transferred Rock FM. Jackson continues the Epic, Motown recipe is to say, an R & B, pop, mainstream and a bit corny, we must admit. Stevie Wonder and other Motown star, ready to be delivered in September 1976 the S ngos in the Key of Life , we measure the gap! The Show will be extended until March 77, then, for lack of substantial hearing, set aside.

Michael seeks his way, his style and independence. In this excerpt, he resumed the song by Bob Marley I Shot The Sheriff , best known in the U.S. through cover that made Eric Clapton 74 (the only number one on Billboard's guitar hero). One feels at Michael that everything is already in place. He lacks a bit of modernity that it will acquire in the arms of old backpacker Quincy Jones to the train of disco 79.

THAT

Manuale Televisore Acoustic Solution

Finistériens, land and finished Miossec breathless

Finistériens, the new album by Christophe Miossec directed by Yann Tiersen just arrived in stores.

In his time, Miossec made a false labored diction a style that never failed to charm ( you want to spit well, I'm not drunk ) which was, it must be admitted, largely plundered by his followers since informal, but his current writing implies difficulties of emancipation less attractive.
Miossec, to paraphrase a presidential game cliches canonized by the rulers of the skylight tragic, has no monopoly of melancholy in Brest was not Byzantium the debacle sentimental and alcohol even transformed by the suffering of the singer Nevertheless, an artificial paradise whose perpetual apology finally drunk. The pair = Miossec Britain is there a twinning unwavering?
This assertion of identity could convince in its first years of operation, she tired after more than ten years of good and intestines abuse. Miossec should pause to clear his bile and regain a little faith among the wrecks of the past and bruises. His concerns have become redundant, its stale petitions, it exposes the first quidam lost on his flight, watching the knowing wink or a pat on the back battered by a never-ending elbow slipping on the lake infinite zincs frozen. Yet, we still love, and his city, a thousand times, that he is not worried. We just hope that one day discover in his Miossec land of inspiration, his Garonne, the Low Countries to enable it to escape the ordinary course of things. His native country will not turn a deaf ear to his soft invective, then out of pity. Why we repeat mechanically difficult to forget past loves and joys, deceased, in the rolling existential compromises? His concept jalopy needs a good review, its drizzle is farther from the sputum. Miossec
... One for the road, and another for the rout, and this at length album where Christopher piles up again running out of ideas. During that time, the server gets tired, the boy would like to lower the curtain on a sad repetition nanard hermit who no longer seems to believe that we are wandering tale.
Mio is dry and we also always the same dreams counters, always the same strikes battered by rain, and even those workers whose Christophe knows yet properly evoke the disappointments do we take more than tears of pageantry.
when America withdraws from his beaches viscosities vaguely self-indulgent, there are algae that language was mistreated by a hasty writing has moved away from the reefs of an inspiration to arrival expiration. The verse is emptied and drunkenness has reason ignores the boy, whom he cares, he gets bored and we with him because the overtime hours of Coffee smicards are not paid to the pain of customers leached ( Only I lost in Montparnasse )
Nevertheless, The Joggers Sunday is a nice reflection on the frailty of our resolutions in spite of its urban-sounding title Delermiennes, Men Straw talking about the precariousness of the world professional is cleverly composed and lit if the prophecy of this gloomy refrain deserves some praise discrete CSD eyeing the same subject, lack of finish and stylistically bogged down in guitar chords made a hundred times on the songs from previous albums. But hey ...
Translate contemporary alienation is not the priority thematic songwriters chroniclers of our nation, I tip my hat still pierced to the glory of this sudden burst of lucidity and pungent'm listening to the last event truly a weapon worthy of the talent of Christophe Miossec, album 1964 where quarantine sea bass, perfectly negotiated, gave the beauty of its oncoming wrinkles. It was five years ago, will we wait so long to recover, boosted by the threat of a symbolic age, the author who once knew so well how to capsize our souls? The boat is in port, waiting quietly for clemency waves, hopefully it will not take water by then.

Didier Boudet

Finistériens (Pias) - album release September 14, 2009
Only what I lost - The Joggers Sunday - At Montparnasse - Straw Dogs - CSD - Our Best Years - Jesus PMU - Hated Me - Close home - Far from the crowd - a fortune Sea

Christophe Miossec ( official website )

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Concert Crosby Stills Nash at the Olympia in Paris - 2

David Crosby, Stephen Stills and Graham Nash, became folk-rock veterans, have occurred at the Olympia in Paris on July 4, 2009. Return to a concert and not trivial to estimate the time elapsed. Following the summary of our self-appointed explorer.

There will, incredibly numerous delays, people who miss Judy Blue Eyes , then pray for no had never known. I sympathize with their pain but not defending their lack of punctuality. Judy , then, is this song that the three lads appeared on stage in a thunder of applause began their concert and earned their title of nobility on the pop scene in the heyday; Judy, a tribute to crystalline look of a folk singer, she had the producer and lover Stephen Stills, and sang when the latter was not yet in Buffalo Springfield . We better understand the zeal put into writing this classic.

tubes of their first albums are chained to a hectic pace: Long Time Gone, Teach Your Children ... We did not even have time to monitor his blood pressure. David Crosby, the renowned joker of the group, the mustache Frisot malice laughs whenever the primer, just a piece of suspected triggers a convulsive burst of applause.

The position of the three artists is a delight to explore, David Crosby and his overweight characteristic often keep their hands in their pockets, like a Canadian lumberjack contemplating the stere of wood that has faltered under his pugnacity; peacefully understandable when one has a voice capable of reaching further heights of lyricism.

Besides, to prolong the magic almost intact, Graham Nash, in great shape, barefoot, bleached hair and a fatherly figure skillfully preserved his body moves with a fluidity that is a pleasure to see. His benevolence towards a laborious Stills in his solos really warms the heart and we confirmed that a copy has survived solidarity Four decades of avatars of all kinds which relate the genesis would be just as irreverent and useless. (Their career has as many singles as muddles intestine chaotic collaborations, mixes voluntarily slashed, many disagreements on the proposed changes sound, report hate / love with Neil Young torn between its contractual obligations and his personal career, and David Crosby often accused of carrying around in her toilet bag of toys borderline.)

In addition to the jewels of their repertoire, the grandpas freaks pay homage significantly to the finest composers of that time, Tim Hardin (pen copy of a bird of paradise - where he surely is - too little known) and Bob Dylan with a Girl From The North Country revamped as a Gregorian chant.

"It's hot today in Paris", this finding is malicious glee audience almost forget that he claims Wooden Ships half an hour. "A very good audiance tonight" succeeds in making us tenfold in a trough miracle, the benefits of our cross-generational fervor.

Crosby's son at the piano and Nash when we introduced the members of the group, he said with a delicious irony that it was chosen only for his talent. Nash, the delicate genius, author of Carried Away , tender enamored of a Joni Mitchell (a little fickle) to which he dedicated his Simple Man I place the same level as a piece of jewelry lennonienne. Nash, who has succumbed to the temptations of less certain prohibited substances, is the most elegantly spare the ravages of time and is admired. See him play the first notes of Our House makes us want to squat his home permanently, with a particularly strong voice frame, even after four decades of insatiable vocalizations, Cathedral (1977), another pearl their ocean music which I can not help but enjoy the staggering daily structural relevance (plurality rhythms, vocal resource adequacy millimeter) is - just confused miracle - one of the most intense moments of their performance. The changes are uninterrupted guitar, and impress all goons string hidden in the room.

The few teens in the room reassure older recognizing F or What's Its Worth tube Stills at the time when the Buffalo Springfield planted its flag on the ridge Charts of U.S.

It is almost 23 hours, two encores later, and after Wooden Ships, while the Olympia stands to cheer the historic comeback.

"You can imagine that these guys have done Woodstock!" I told a guy who could be my father. "Now you know what you have to do now!" I start there, just to add in a layer.

The small privilege to be born the last year of the decade's most creative in the history of popular music helps me endure the joke with less bitterness, I almost forget deconnor that the brewer.

Didier Boudet

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Concert Crosby, Stills, Nash at the Olympia in Paris - 1

David Crosby, Stephen Stills and Graham Nash, became folk-rock veterans, have occurred at the Olympia in Paris July 4, 2009. Return to a concert and not trivial to estimate the time elapsed. Summary of our self-appointed explorer.

Olympia, an hour before the concert. The server in a luxurious cafe next to the Opera addressed me and saw my hair in an undisguised homage to recently deceased singer depigmented. I receives the valve with malice, but coming to evaluate the performance of other faculty dose of cocktails, I not the heart to bounce on the trampoline of his dialectic.

And Olympia appears in the dampness of a late afternoon. A gentle effervescence unfolds quietly on the asphalt of summer holidays and its foam languorous caress the coveted around the building. Silence, striped here and there, some reverent whispers, let me easily guess the average age of people who will fill the room and adds to the astonishment caused by the unexpected visit of a group that has never regarded France as a destination crucial. After

taken some steps to plant my grubby marks on the pavement, something concerns me, something weird annoying swear between foliage of a tree to shade corrupted by coughing cars. I raise my head a little, I wrinkled eyes a little. No, the anniversary of the little son had not been too watered, Mulder and Scully do not pass on me a folder full of revelations pernicious. The truth is there and not elsewhere. The America of our twenty years has not yet resigned. She squats indeed the crowded burlingue history, to my great delight. This is demonstrated by one of the most great pop groups in the capital is to make us forget 50 years of vociferous hallydaysques. We'll finally be able to strip the eardrums.

Crosby, Stills and Nash in red letters. Is blocked. The anachronism of the situation would shed tears. We are in 2009, and troubadours in Marlboro will make us go back in time with vintage riffs. There's enough fantasizing for a kid like me, lost in the turmoil of the second millennium consumerist. Inevitably, the Minolta output. It all goes to scrap. The guerrillas of the scrapbook feast and if the pediment of the temple was a hexagonal variétoche fresco Quattroccento, flamboyance its colors have already been shattered by the crackle crazed digital cameras.
Y has a little of everything on the Boulevard des Capucines, and even the old beatniks who flocked to gawk are as curious animals disturbed by passers-by for whom the seventies rimeront always with nasal Cloclo nonsense or novel icaresque reread a hundred times Mike Brant became very ill the first time he tried to glide with the other cam. The

slimistes ( adept skinny jeans, Ed ) bypass the crowd quickly taking shape before the Olympia, a smile touching incomprehension on their faces of cherubs barrisés code. The name of the group's most influential years Johnson is their divinely unknown, the miracle will happen in a few moments just shifts the focus of their study fringe. They fervently believe our puny attempts to fit in a frame hardly adjustable three names identified with red glow. Their strategy dress is such a chaos of poorly integrated references (quartz watch, cap and Scooterist pumps dancer t-shirt Disney) we prefer not to answer their condescension. Too long in explaining the size of the event demiurgic before us, we should be in strokes too subtle distinctions only increase further their confusion and contempt would inevitably revived.

Not much noise, a touch of impatience, I appreciate the emotional control that we demonstrate we enjoy thanks to her recollection of a savior. The heart alert, senses tuned in sentinel canonical emotions, not a guitar chord, not the most tenuous of iridescence voice will be neglected by us.

It sells tickets without hooting and even bittersweet predictions, prophecies Seasoned anxiety that usually bloom in carpets trampled gantries when approaching the start of the concert here are totally forgotten.

A secret pact was signed among the privileged members of this church. We know that the gift will necessarily be superior to any exercise of analytical dissection, we would have the pen air and turn easily. The upcoming show flat spans a thousand of hazardous speculation and even Musicophages roaming the press are low profile, the reason is simple (a quick glance at the CVs of the three yellow sexagenarian and the listener lambda assimilate easily the reasons for our indulgence): members of the legendary trio made their second concert in Woodstock, recorded with Jimi Hendrix, had to pump beer Comrade Jerry Garcia, are each derived from training most influential of the 60 - Hollies , Byrds or Buffalo Springfield, in short, a labor rather credible forever immunized against corrosion of gossip.

Time hurries, impatient to throw himself into the arms of the minute as the ultimate for all real go of love, diamond wedding, dreams of sapphire plate welcomes shivers down his grooves brilliant.

Anguish me seized. What he captures quidam apostrophize for my presence in photographing me as the Rosetta Stone of cuneiform signs where pop culture is embodied by the indefatigable incandescent tubes? Disturbing a sexagenarian in meditation is really criminal, but hazy memories at a price, the stuffing of the moment a methodical value morality disapproves of living together with energy and a few seconds after I tapped with precautions supported shoulder a dad for the brave sir can I make the service menu.

20 hrs. The fatal moment when all the flags of the provinces, the host of intoxication Elementary is cooked to perfection in the oven of a TV waiting to melt with devotion on the taste of popular credulity that the departure of a top-encravaté syrupy. For my part, the object of my devotion childish is an institution of persuasion more lively: folk rock eternal three fellows who bravely survived the orgy Woodstockienne, chastity ideological slaying a few years after that too pure illusion The war in Iraq, the invention of the mp3 and concepts traumatic Endemol.

Panoramic feverish on the mosaic exciting faces, styles and attitudes that make up this unusual public, sold out, chakra open, we are many, very many of us to be pointing to attend this live historical holders of our place since the day a national newspaper we was taken by surprise by dropping the irradiated area of the current programming surreal news flash as they pass. Many

because the band's first album, released in 1969, was hailed almost unanimously by critics at the time, that the triple Woodstock sold rather well and the group with five albums has been a resounding success France. It should be blind drunk or not to find a flea market in less than ten minutes along one of their LP. Déjà vu is everywhere and a shot unexpectedly sandal in a vinyl box let escape surely a half dozen pressings from their dens cardboard if you're not careful. It

Poirot in the lobby for a good thirty minutes. Some grandpas take the opportunity to negotiate some T-shirts tacky when wet reproduction of the cover of the first game did not cost more than a cigarillo rolled by a Cuban Maisons-Alfort. Just bought already donned; vision recreational those fat bellies relaxing roughly the faces of songwriters ever slumped in the couch without springs. No matter how distasteful: we can not attack this kind of cruel excesses when inentamée worship is incredible that a lot of dedicated public from an early age to the pillars (resistant) to the cons-culture.

After crossing without ambush a security service tailored to the harmlessness of the public, I enter quietly into the mysterious cave, dark cave with friends while the babas are frothing their fifties spirited wife spanning four four the metal steps leading to the upper rows.

( after tomorrow concert )

Didier Boudet

Model Of A Saddle Joint

the ordinary course of things by Jean Louis Murat

For the release of his latest opus The ordinary course of events recorded in Nashville, Jean Louis Murat sang songs Album front of a privileged few at Studio Davout followed by a discussion over a drink. Summary of the case.

Surviving Disaster ambient to the goods which destroys, defaces, destroys the world, relations ? Love can save our souls? Why Does God remains deaf to our complaints and our prayers? In this long corridor is existence, witness for the living and the dead are watching suffering. Murat took the party. Poetry is his sacrament, his home port, its purpose ... It helps to live, to survive. "Singing is a way of being in the world, Singing is my way of loving (...), Singing is my way of wandering." As Novalis, Murat wrote to curl up in the world of the night hoping to suffer less.
outset, Murat displays some sympathy for the devil - "The ordinary course of things fits me like a fire" - but may be should we pass through there to ward off "this makes the false, the slurry of ideals, where everything makes fools ..." This land where "Satan veiled , came to visit the exhibit. " Love will be there this potion, our salvation - "Falling in love again? But this is not an illusion "Love too good, because after all Some case we take heart, We love more love." Murat then takes a face ronsardien "Amours go, loves coming up, spin our joys, our effusions, all there stands in the sun, all suddenly ran away." Cute whether the Blue Tit , Lady Orcival or Ginette Ramade are God and death. It is in this pure ecstasy Bataille identity, cursed, no doubt. The easing is to come, "We prayed, we Restores the blue (...) Give us back the sap, give us joy." This prayer is inaudible because "Who wants to hear that." Murat believes he saw why.

The refrain is not easy, at Murat, and is thoughtful, composed, intelligent. He did not denounce a world in crisis, do not rent the social struggles to hire or to take liberties. He saw the Apocalypse as poets, as a malaise. We are far from ready to be heard rhymes, or those that whistles that sputters like slogans. We share pain, hers, ours. We exorcise our demons, our daily lives. Murat is against the grain, against the current and is what we love. This album is it permeates, it extends it. He eventually we obsess. It enlightens us. The lyrics to meet, form an organic whole. There is correspondence!

MUSIC
go further. " The songs were written, then came the desire to save elsewhere. This also ", it was Nashville, where his sister (the sound engineer, Aymeric Létoquart), Murat was installed. Why Nashville, the city of Grand Ole Opry, cowboy Gene Autry and Roy Rogers, rockabilly, Willie Nelson and Dolly Parton? " musicians fled New York after Sept. 11 and LA where rap reign supreme. They are all in Nashville, which has nearly 200 recording studios. "
After this, comes the question of frenchie the country music industry, the real, the hegemonic and his little self. Can you send a universe so close to professional musicians terrain? JL Murat played his own songs in front of them and "they understood immediately . No need for words, the musicians feel, is rather naturally. "Two taken were sufficient for each song " things came easily: " they had left their egos at the door and they entered the studio in my music. " And the haunted, the universe intimate and precious, they know. Most of them play behind Neil Young, Linda Ronstadt, Dire Straits, James Taylor ...
That moment was a joy for a boy who hates the poses, the pretensions, prejudices. Humility the generosity of the musicians were deeply touched " they did not hesitate to go back to refine a bass line, clear a guitar ... taken between two others."

What is surprising is that the universe of Murat has not been altered, distorted. Instead, as he said, said. The author has avoided all the pitfalls of alien registration. That we will seek to revive a career. Here, it is not. The music is integral to the texts, neither American nor European, just muratienne.

HUMAN
The photo is often the friend of the journalist, author, and his spare tire. Murat, the bear's uncontrollable person who sends crap, who does not play their game But that night, he just came to us. Shy at first. For play, then talk to a dozen strangers, but also lay bare. Is to risk receiving a word, a look that hurt you. But Murat was open, unvarnished, without backup. He sincerely delivered, he spoke of his report to the songs, music, friends (Aymeric, Laetitia Masson, Stéphane Prin, Christophe Dupouy ...) without which "there not happen, it would not ", his fatigue play certain media, their misunderstanding of the artists ("you wait for hours in a broom closet next to the crapper and we you to stand out stupid questions "). It was there, standing before us. Casual, serious, generous. Human.

the ordinary course of events risk of invisibility in this musical back thick, which would be most unfortunate. It will probably a few radios, serious. Appear on TVs, smart. Hopefully. Be printed in the press; apparently, journalists rushed. Anyway, this album is not to be missed. It must taste, taste. His spell is good, it makes it grow like a long poem sick and happy at the same time.

THAT

the ordinary course of things (V2/Universal) - album release September 21, 2009.
Like a Fire - Falling in love again - Mr Doom - Singing is my way of wandering - Lady of Orcival - 16:00 What are you doing? - The blue tit - Ginette Ramade - Like a cowboy's soul fresh - Golden Rod - Taiga.

Recorded at Ocean Way Studio in Nashville

See also:
Dubuc's blog: One evening, Jean-Louis Murat ...
Link Defeated: Studio Davout, Thursday, September 3
JLMurat.com ( official website )