... all art forms that are not mine. I know it's small, like attitude. I try to correct me but nothing to do, I'll always be jealous of a cartoonist who in two strokes of the pen, expresses what I need ten pages to touch. From a musician who twists my heart with one note held long enough, with a harmony that makes the tears beading at the corner of my eye. From a filmmaker who knows how to combine a camera angle and special lighting to highlight a whisper.
And even a song, hold ... a song, it has the air of nothing is the same incredibly easy: a few words in general not complicated some rhyming three verses, a chorus, a melody ... it seems harmless but time to say, the song came into you and mixed with the fabric of your life, permeated, sometimes so lasting that years later you just heard to be transported in spite of yourself in a memory. Even more dangerous than Proust's madeleine.
So obviously, the songs stick to you "again and again", to paraphrase Voulzy (which I'm not particularly a fan) does not mean they are good. Some are downright null, irritating the possible, even the bulk of the battalion, just listen to a few major music stations to be convinced. Whoever was already awake, like me, led by the generic Dora the Explorer or " Leeward " sung by Celine Dion and Garou (the duo who kills, I'm sure the number of dead is smothered in high places) will understand what I mean ...
And sometimes a song is a marvel. Is it a wonder universal or just me? Maybe some people, applying a formidable technical criteria grid, would explain that it is not good, but ... I do not care. She caught me one day because I spent there or just because this time I was living and deserved to be immortalized as the chance offered him a soundtrack for eternity. I like that in my I pod, hundreds of songs that are dangerous to listen to, I avoid that often ... because if I'm ready to hear music, I'm not always ready for some time travel. However, I keep them for the day I am again able to able to listen to one or the other and to find myself thrown into the winter day when I heard this song in a cafe in falling in love, or this sunny day when I walked to the rhythm of music by feeling a baby moving in my belly.
Thom launched a crossover, there's this one moment, and it is high time that I participate. What I wake up a little later? The important thing is to wake up, right? .. I could mention
Barbara but Sandra it was already loaded with infinite talent and sensitivity. It is true that Barbara was the singer who rocked my adolescence. I knew by heart all her repertoire, I was singing by taking up his intonations skinned bright ... ah, " My most beautiful story of love is you "," Marienbad "," Merry Christmas "... it is very simple, I was sixteen and my teeth were still bleeding but it was my life, my injury, my love, my future as I listened to the voice of Barbara. A true budding actress, I was somewhere between Sarah Bernhardt and Camille Claudel
... I could also have to mention all the stuff ashamed that I liked at certain times of ... Didier Barbelivien (salute my courage to dare to admit it at the risk of all your esteem, hard-earned shot at Michel Faber and Chandler falling into dust) to Michel Delpech . Ah, " geese ", " divorced" ... Even then, I told myself that this was not normal at all to get along so well with his former wife, to the point of writing a song as marshmallow. And you know what? I still do. It was weird. I hope his ex-wife did not flinch. Breaking
unbearable suspense: I decided to talk about some songs that I love tremendously, each in their own way. The selection was very tough, I know that many pieces are upset and it will not I wonder if they derailed the next play, I will not get it stolen. But never mind, it choose to give up, it seems, although this definition has always grieved. Ah, I said that my songs are not arranged in order of preference but of an entirely random and capricious.
1. The gold digger , Arthur H.
One fine day, fnac, I fell in love with Arthur H and his album, "Goodbye Sadness . I loved everything, the warm husky voice, text, duets, sensual with Feist (beautiful song that " Satie's song"), happy with M, moving with his father ... Higelin But my favorite song has always been the gold diggers. I like songs that tell a story. It contains a world in itself, warm and poignant. I can not hear this song without feeling my heart thrashing hugged by a violent emotion.
The Gold Prospector
San Francisco, May 3, 1880
Your Eugene
Dear Mary does not worry most
The surgeon said yesterday that gangrene has
What
not taken the chance is with me
course I lose a leg
But I still have many other ...
Oh Mary, you knew if I dug the rock
As bare hands
Surrounded miserable
Pole and also some French
Oh Mary, we, The wanderers
, gold seekers,
If we not live by it
Mountain devours us
Everything is good here it goes I'm alive
Here's good I'm saved
Here it goes I'm alive
daybreak resonates
The thunder of dynamite
blocks slide down the rocks collapse
along gullies
Oh Mary, every second
The Avalanche wants me and touches me
That morning, she lavishes His
milder caresses it lovingly embraces me
I'm her lover
Everything is good
here it goes I'm alive
Here's good I'm saved
Here it goes I'm alive
Oh my dear Mary
Finally it's time for secrecy
You see under my sheets
ago a small black leather bag ...
What It brightens my hand
of gold dust, Marie
Look how I shine
Looks like we're rich
Directions on your face
This wind wash you
And that swells the sails of this vessel
leaving the bank
Oh Mary, goodbye Goodbye death
America
Everything is good here it goes I'm alive
Here it's hot I'm saved
Here it goes I'm alive
2. From Sepia full fingers , Vincent Delerm .
I just love this album, " spider bites " he survived a loop listening for months. A rare performance in my case, especially since I did that very moderately Vincent Delerm far. Still, excellent on this album, this song is a gem in itself: relevant, provocative, a miracle of balance between melody and text. If you listen, the only risk is that it does not want to leave your head. I know what I mean, it's been months since I woke up one morning in two with the chorus on the tongue, when it is not a verse that embeds the tape out of the blue, all because I'm having lunch in a restaurant where the decor looks straight out of "Choir", or that I just heard someone cry out that education is lost ... Briefly, this song is dangerous and I have a bad conscience to participate in the contagion. Too bad, I say three and four Pater Ave, for the trouble.
From Sepia full fingers
Hey hey, residential
singers to cross wood, floats, the blows of cudgel, the Third Republic
Look like , beautiful pictures,
Children of the swamp,
the true taste of real fruit in a real grocery
Hold that r'part back
black and white poster. Marshal
we come! From sepia
full fingers
What she thinks she fell asleep,
this beautiful France, Bonne Maman jam
.
think she thinks like that, like yesterday
Before Simone Veil, before Badinter.
Hey hey, we
breathing jasmine and lily of the valley
air to his lungs in coal mines.
The pre-war songs, that we knew them
Come Pony, Giddy Pépette, then squeaker squeaker's Up ... Hold that
r'part upside,
penholder schoolgirl. Marshal
we come! From sepia
full fingers
What she thinks she fell asleep, this pretty
France, Bonne Maman jam
.
think she thinks like that, like yesterday
Before Simone Veil, before Badinter ...
And finally, keep ... a little simple song, a song of nothing, that will not mark the history of music, that most of you will forget quickly. In fact I'm surprised it has remained that way to me in the head ... Two years that it lasts! Deliver me, please.
So of course it Sandrine Kiberlain singing and I'm not sure that all good actors should decide they are also singers. But here, in this case I really like Sandrine Kiberlain and the fact that it was she who sings with a voice that is not really worked, imperfect to the max, playing its role in how this song touches me.
I liked by Sandrine Kiberlain
I liked ...
I know is I liked especially
His skin stuck to mine,
For days and days
In several weeks ...
I liked I liked
Sure I felt,
And more than one night
In my little life ... I liked
I 'know that I particularly liked
This man, his eyes on me
For several months
More than a year I think ... I liked
I 'know I liked it especially
His hands that hid my eyes
To dare games
games lovers. I liked
I 'know that I particularly liked
Yes I liked her looks
From Cuz
seem To want to please me I
I liked
the know is not singular
I liked
I 'know is particularly
I liked this man so much and so hard
That I still love
That I still loves
I liked ....
So yes, I'm jealous of this musical alchemy that makes a simple sentence you into the heart, never to leave. Jealous, because I'd be hard pressed to tell you, like that hot, what sentences of novels which made me cry or laugh. But I can find on the field - and I am sure you too - a good thirty pieces of songs that are closely tied to my life and my memory.
Good evening everyone, and thank you for this great idea Thom crossover.
Gaëlle
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