Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Ovulating And Thigh Pain



Late Of The Pier, La Maroquinerie, January 26 09.

Late Of The Pier play online and so near the scene they fail to break the figure fifteen times. It must be said that with the baby-chip hysterical swarming into the pit is not an easy thing to stay in place. Besides, the singer finally throw himself, as he is viciously grabbing the crotch by a mini-me who did not even sexual consent. Finally, I told myself that when you get tips on stage with a look of sleepover must not be surprised that we have wanted to put you in bed.
I interviewed at the exit, it went something like this:
"So what you thought of the concert?
- Wow, that was really cool!
- You knew the album a bit?
- Yeah, okay, I'm Late for over a year but I had never seen, they are ultra-exciting musically on stage I mean.
- So disappointed not?
- Nah, not too much. "And there will
whether I I wanted to do interesting or anything but I said something stupid, like,
"The little guy in the sequined sweater synths, who has a head girl when he dances it looks Nikola Sirkis in the 3rd sex clip but uh ... under LSD.
- Uh ... ok. Otherwise I have seen many people who have not liked the mess in the pit, that thee not bother you?
- Me? You're kidding. This is normal, you're forced to shake it on a sound like, uh-mode ... convulsive jerk, you know.
- Absolutely. Something else to add?
- Yeah, I think you're super cute. "

Candy.

Friday, December 26, 2008

3 Days Until Expected Period

Krystle Warren is top

Faut que je vous parle de mon dernier coup de coeur. Là vous vous dites "naaaannn elle va encore nous les casser avec ses gothiques londoniens". Eh ben même pas, bande de rats.
Je n'ai pas l'habitude d'aller fricoter du côté des artistes "vibes" parce qu'à l'origine, c'est pas trop ma came. Mais vendredi j'avais pas de plan soirée et que des potes en vacances alors je me suis motivée pour le concert de Krystle Warren à la Maroquinerie, l'ouïe tout à fait disponible, et je ne l'ai pas regretté.
La frêle new-yorkaise à casquette nous a servi une entrée en scène a capella des plus impressionnantes, avant l'arrivée de super groovy musicians. Vocally, Krystle is a strange bird, somewhere between Tracy Chapman and Jeff Buckley: a perfect androgyny service compositions sciantes narrowly to me off the lid and put a tear in his eye in less time that it takes me to finish my glass. And I'm fast. Each piece left me breathless because I held my breath until the last note. I did not take his eyes see except for the head than did the people around me while they were all bland smile, clap their hands, and so happy it was touching.

EP "The Up Series" available.
Album "Circles" en février 2009 (Because Music)
myspace.com/krystlewarren

Candy.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

What To Wear With A Floating Pearl Necklace

An anecdote from one day to the con.


Un jour de travail parmi tant d'autres. Un pause cigarette pour évacuer la pression, pour contempler les néons de la fête foraine du Champs de Mars qui se la jouent "Las Vegas" en faisant clignoter des mots comme : SLALOM ou MOVE IN TOP.

Et soudain, la voix homme d'une soixantaine d'années me surprend dans ma rêverie... Je me retourne. Il tient entre ses mains un renard orange fluo en pneumatique gonflable. Je hausse les sourcils et il me lance "C'est pour effrayer les poules, j'vais go with it in the library to scare idiots, they will not understand, eh? [... ], "He said with a smile. I took a few steps back, and comes as it emerged in the Champs Libres. The glass doors are closed behind him and he disappears into the crowd ... In the distance I hear cries mode wah people intoxicated by the roller coaster. The true antidote to a Tuesday evening emphasized the word BOREDOM.

Mademoiselle Riposte!

Friday, December 12, 2008

Halstead Troubleshooting

1789??


On 21 November 1929 at Rennes, a big mess LO_FI come straight from Brooklyn moved. From the first four bars, Team Robespierre overturned the crowd during the singer in every sense - as the Devil Taz Tazmanie - to cross the sound barrier. All notes collide, the public never know what to do. The concert takes place as a big stream of air, marching songs at the speed of light: it's not punk, it's not electro, but it looks like ... Molotov is the ideal.
One thing that hardly explained and deserves to be lived ...

Mademoiselle Riposte!