YOU CAN GO, YOU CAN GO! (Part One) Well, time passes, time passes and I realize that this place is too desert for me. I have many things to adjust (a new lifestyle, in particular), but I legitimately have more time in the weeks ahead: Expect to be tired of my blathering kilometer, eh.
I would have started by a small report of the micro-trip to Paris these days, between a pure concert Q-Tip of
Monday at the Elysee Montmartre (big up Max
,
Jéjé , Don Da None
, and all I wanted to catch longer mess!), long trips to diddle the book between
Monte en l'Air , modern look
and various stalls occasion, and then time with friends they rarely crossed.
I'll go.
Previously, I wanted to come back
Angouleme and the little trip "marking" this year.
But I have so much to say about the stuff I brought back (mostly books, but also a little work vindzoussss'), that ca be done in two times, well yeah.
It seems that particular rhythm into place naturally in terms of my trips slippers.
Once two, it happens that I hang up my sneakers and Angoulême International Festival of Comics, and systematically, the first feeling I have in leaving the area
goes something like "pffff, he was time, pffff "; it lasts just a few months, a little more than a dozen in any case, what makes me excited to go back to rub my incessant travel Thousands of "bédéphiles" is fallen considerably. And a little later, oh my god, what's going on? Here I am being fussy, impatient with the idea to go slam wheat fanzines poorly printed, poorly distributed in books, beer and a little warm in the most crowded places in the world (the space of a weekend anyway).
Yep, that's my report in Angouleme: impatience to encounter new friends, go meet some rare authors, of sifting frantically unpublished books, enjoy some exhibitions, and incidentally, I reinforce the idea that much of what the publishing industry is proper to puke ...
"Hey, June, comics, you love him, or leave it!".
I assure you, we took care of it for me. And I'll be back soon
on this story, but it's still a tad premature.
nonetheless, and to make short: after more than five years of loyal service (never a shadow of reproach, censure, warning, an interview ...), I was dismissed in late January, for reasons that even today, after much remoults (and my little finger I blow it all is still not finished ...), particularly fuzzy (looking right to left on the net, it's easy to find out more). I'll spare you the mess and the many twists and turns, but I can tell you that my colleagues licensee (s) and I seize the Labour Court to shed some light on the reasons why the direction of the library us "thank" the way, I would not fail to keep up the juice on the turn that events take ...
Moreover, it is one that will take place this Saturday at Besancon. The Maoists
more of you can make a training session for the coming of Sarko, next Tuesday.
I'm thinking hard: that he lay on the mouth ? Where am I sure see it? If it is done well at home, will it eventually turn "our" Prefect? Brief.
This Saturday, so:
short! All that to say that when the habit of seeing land a maximum of books, almost every day and that has access to all these books, obviously, you get used to, you take his ease ... Many pages available at your fingertips, it dulls the natural curiosity. It was nice to rejoice at each new parcel of any broadcaster or grumbling by receiving funds crap stamped Sun, Casterman and Bamboo Over the years, the usual (how awful) takes its brands, and eventually hit a little inlaid.
Well, I say this, but in December again, I had to let go of
"Oh damn, mortal!" discovering a handful of new books.
And then I'll be horrible, but true: the cow, a month after I got fired, that's what I miss most, proximity to tons of books, those who have just arrived and that is not open yet, those that loved and trying to advise people could enjoy it, they're trying to hide out in favor of other more successful ...
Of course, readers (I always preferred to talk to readers rather than customers, it makes a little less certain shark shopping ...), I miss: trade, pretentious feel useful to relay things and then the satisfaction of learning some stuff too ... Some of my very good friends, I met him in speaking of comics in this library. Others were complex neurotic, others of flippant monomaniac, and then occasionally, you see people claim, or big twisted. But the vast majority of them, with whom he was zozos good conversation of a particular book, if, if.
Colleagues, also, which had become much more than just colleagues. Beyond the natural fit naturally with my colleague made direct with my immediate colleagues, and whose "break" suddenly will not let me marble (one hump not always with people we esteem, do not believe, and there was the case), I had the feeling of being relatively well surrounded by nice people, and professionals, the vast majority.
I dare say that some officials, however, the "commercial" for the most part, I will miss, but to be honest It does not concern the majority of them ... Well, brief.
This little world will miss, and I already miss, obviously.
But not as much as the books, fuck.
I can not do: I do not live in town, and that's good, because every time I go (well, almost every day, huh) I think I'm the rounds of all the bookstores. Of course, I'm currently not surprised by what I found: after all, I "bump" the books to be published in this first quarter, pretty much. So the books do not seem to come from I know not where. But the fact of not being able to fiddle with the flick, the compulsers, read! Damn it tough. I'm obviously broke, and for the months to come, there will be no great expense for something other than ... that food, and uh, well, eh, no carelessness, no madness (I could not anyway allow me) ... But even with the best libraries and media centers of the corner, I'll row, I know. Yes, it gets worse, as a source of freaks and unhappiness, even depression. I could be terminally ill in Gaza, or worse, that offers me a Boudjellal taf consultant for the next Encyclopedia of Troy, it's true.
The guy, there's a whole economic system is collapsing around him, and he tries to whine because he no longer piles of books around ... I have to go to a horrible asshole.
Well too bad: damn that was good to AC Fresh leaf in Angouleme, damn!
A very foolish. And whose sources are revealed in an exciting post to come, ooh the suspense here is how aminches ... Ah
otherwise Paname before now (kisses the fifteenth, Zingbouz shows), there was a microtrip to
Lyon 15 days ago, aaaaah ... A few days away from the humdrum of Besançon, I still wonder why I have not done this sooner.
Casually, this is a few weeks my life revolves around some stuff sometimes addictive, sometimes very exciting (professional projects, the thing about my major passions, what a joy to move forward on important stuff), sometimes ultra-breaker testicle (personal stories, stuff about my uh, passions, how sad to trample on complicated stories), and there is a trick that I have not yet mastered, it is my limitations with the concept of "ras-le-bol".
I'm not talking about something more intimate, but I can at least say that it is now when I walk over to my own shit. Quite a nice program, eh? You are far from the truth.
Oh, and we add to pui that something really painful too, is the fact that new technologies have decided there is little to no longer cross the threshold of my door to enter until they have the desire, and that's the guy June isolated from the world through regular periods.
And ... And then the usual stuff ... tons of Well wham! It left for a short trip in a serious exotic country, a true corner unexplored, where the hand of man has yet set foot, a haven for the senses, into the unknown, much like this program TV is one crosses Brice Hortefeux Dogon or Jean-Marie Proslier Inuit.
Basically, I went to slam the tune that I did not have to buy some records and zines in the cunt and eat bagels and mountains of ice, with friends from Lyon for a few days are not worth a trip to NYC (Ed My friend, do not think I do not think about you, huh: you know me a little bit, I think), but doing a very foolish, no doubt.
In the confusion?
It was another night on the barge, the Sirius, with friends
Boolimix Lyon and Grenoble
Funkystérie (thank you again for inviting friends!), And with
Narqo and Tristan
or in any 3 / 4 of
Return of the Boogie on a boat. No, snobbish good base, I always have serious doubts about the apprehension of a potential customer of the kids stuffed Zoubi 'when the stuff I like to spend ... I think even the idea of not spending that drives the early evening, or radio, in short, when the obligation of result-dancefloor is not the main concern becomes less and less fuzzy me ... It is also for these reasons that make a little less than Return of the Boogie, ca me personally will not hurt (and I say here, so we made it with a clique in full: Zo, Narqo, Triton and Me this Friday at Pum, find the error, and the guy lost warf warf ...). I have not
nosed in all bins of books or skeud I wanted (my budget allows me to do more for a while anyway), but I had time to leave some wheat still in
Grand Guignol (the fanzine to the con, one of Bertoia sérig that I am eager to rip into the automatic door access to the subway, shit shit!), in
Sofa , etc..
I went to rinse the retinas
Museum of Contemporary Art, for one of the expo of the year in respect of the comic as it speaks to me, vindzousss (I come back later on the festival of Angoulême, promised).
Quintet, the title is easy-to-Expo, offering a nice look at the work of some authors at least very significant of these last two or three decades.
Whether we liked or not this show (I saw a lot of knowledge during this weekend, and the opinions were varied), it should at least give it a good point regarding the spectrum explored : between
Francis Masse, Gilbert Shelton Joost Swarte, Stéphane Blanquet and Chris Ware , difficult to be more "broad" and that intrigued me personally, on paper.
Specifically, no-brainer on special stage design ("what Scéno?" some will say): with each author a piece dedicated to him, the extent of the first floor of the MAC, an area artist with already a lot more consistent than expo collective ... It means nothing regarding the quality of the show or not, but it is a difference: MAC hosts a beautiful exhibition, gives it a nice place. It's already been here for, as they say.
Few real surprises as regards the works spread regarding
Chris Ware, Gilbert Shelton or Joost Swarte
: quantity original plates of the first, in quantities that I was not used. Where we need time, inevitably, to pass the first hurdle of "here is in your face" we all think the image of Ware while internalizing sort of obsessive neurosis, as a crusader in the portrait product by Arte few years ago. I personally was delighted to discover, at international meetings of Angouleme, this year a man rather very, very funny, insightful and lucid, the opposite of reconstructed watermark portrait in his work or in the portrait mentioned above . Whiners will
pointing the finger at "only" boards exposed, regretting the lack of research, sketches, other things that the production "format" of the guy. They guide the reproductions of his scrap-books, paper-based collections of many slaps in the face to all is balanced by Ware, according to his desires, his current work, its emotional. And we will continue to drool over big, graaaandes boards exposed to Lyon (the pages of the latest-and great-Kramers Ergot, enormous book printed format, and the originals are on display, slamming face severely).
boards Ware reminds us that beyond what the author can happen when one approaches it, there's work, which sometimes (often), speaks for itself. And put his nose in a room displaying the work of this incredible man is strong enough that one feels a great satisfaction to know this author productive, active and inspired. The hours spent reading Ware does not compete with time spent by this author to align these demonstrations, an MA and an accuracy that is never fortuitous recalled. This guy is awesome. Boards exposed remind all that, and that's good.
Expo dedicated to Swarte purrs: we know the tremendous talent of the man in As a poster, and the exhibition takes the time to understand this important part of his work. Various graphic design work, research, things almost forgotten, so are dispatched and can not qu'opiner the head moving from one wall to another, noting the importance of this gentleman in the small world of light line, on which he is one of the last to be eligible to stand. The space
Shelton leaves a bitter taste in this period Sarkozia at full throttle. Over several decades, this author has never ceased to plot his way slayer "what is right" or not, with particular emphasis on the legacy of the seventies , We know the Freak Brothers, and the attractions of this band zozos sometimes clueless, sometimes rebellious extreme. It is often very stupid and funny, but all these works spread in 2009, put into perspective a freedom of manners, of expression, which leaves a musty taste somewhere. And complementarity of these authors, in this exhibition, to impose itself.
In my case, even if I'm really familiar with the work of these authors, the real surprise came from the side of mass
and
Blanquet. There are plenty of things to say, but I also talk about later ... Because there are many things to say!
But at the same time, it is a little late, and I still taf, vindzousss'. Oh yeah
otherwise, of the ten billions of things I wanted to address in recent weeks, a little ear brothel: well, it was expected some time this confirmation discographic talented
General Elektriks , one of the most exciting keyboards that we have heard since the end of last century.
The first album had taken everyone by surprise when it was released, except perhaps the most curious who attended the man through his wanderings toward the west coast in the Quannum crew (Blackalicious, DJ Shadow, Latyrx, etc.) or more recently, alongside BlackJoy ("headphone drone" remains a classic indestructible). General Elektriks made us pretty regularly presents via its website with remarkable collaborations that have not found their way to publishing, or things rather very funny as the song "Bye Bye Georgie Boy, true-false homage to destination of former President Rican whom you think. And that was few weeks ago that "Little Lady" song from the new album from French exile overseas, rounded corners on the side of Radio Nova, among others.
(ok, the video is not of extreme originality but it is very smoothly conducted, super mastered, beautiful building, good rhythm, I think).
"Good City For Dreamers," just out, already puts everyone agrees: folky tunes fans will find a tremendous sense of songwriting, the heads should be able to beat the mark beat slamming so always impeccable, and it should last for ten thousand marks to qualify for the approach of dissecting guys regarding the arrangements of this magical album. Another boring skeud to store both records explored, such as the various influences that can be found throughout these thirteen songs are very, very broad.
unstoppable melodies (which should soon trapped in some sort of TV or radio commercials, like "Raid the radio," I'm willing to bet), a perfect production, a few flights psyche truly unexpected, changing just this one album that it is necessary, which should appeal to both Amateur demanding than pop tunes caught the famous "groove" and I must emphasize that the consistent sweetness puke every second on this CD (it takes is the prototype near-perfect disc anti-nag, it seems to me) . Bastard of a job, which was worth to wait, to not spoil, "that reconciles with the album as such, and not as a result of just a few singles accompanied by some" other "titles . No, here, everything fits, and length.
And nothing to spoil, General Elektrik, which will return for a French tour in the coming weeks, is a funny olibrius stage, the kind of guy that makes the show all by himself, behind his keyboards, and who knows (as few people can claim to do ...) distract monsters like Gift of Gab and Lateef, yet wickedly mc's present on stage (we like it or not their latest effort, which is another story ...). Those who have seen it know what I mean and why the guy does not carry much weight: it leaves out two times its weight in calories each show. No, it's not what makes a good musician, but still.
When I explained that the artwork is worth the investment in vinyl format (how long people will be satisfied File stuck in their hard drive, although that's something that I definitely heard anything ...), I went around my personal promo campaign for this guy adorable and especially, especially, very talented. That is fact.
Hey, I'm going to bed myself.
I already talk about the association
Illiterate here? Yes? Ah well never mind, like.
soon.
