Oh, I know.
I know.
This poor blog is lonely in the process of dying, and once again I am the only one to see a drama where nobody give a damn. Oh, I know you understand, eh. If you think of me, I've got all hell than read the rantings of my fellow blogosphere, you do not care finger in the eye to the scapula. I'd love
, note! But it's more a matter of availability than a real question of motivation. The motivation, I have a little. Time, a little less.
However, while I have plenty to occupy myself right now, here comes that without ever having asked the big return of "duffer, I have no time for this shit but it will give me a break from my daily moment "(full of beautiful things, but with some True pieces of shit in it, huh, anyway). So
especially, especially for once the urge comes back, listen much. What we have left you it, following the breakdown of desires, mmmh? That's what I thought.
Right now the weather is crap everywhere. A month ago I was in Corsica between the Balagne and Bastia. The discovery of the north-west of the island remains a true landmark discovery, with a strong desire to go and feel again as soon as possible (the program that's good eh). So to fill the empty abyss that serves life of this blog, I balance, the air of nothing, some pictures of this trip. It will rebuild around these small roads convoluted it again properly, really enjoy it, take the time to take the pace.
And then, well, thank you Christian and Mireille, we had a mad plan regarding the accommodation ...
much for the trip to Corsica in April 2010.
was bueno-bueno.
Apart from that?
I listen to old albums of loop Antônio Carlos Jobim , including "Wave," which dates from 67.
Sunshine for the ears too, there is no reason it will not let go, huh.
also an album I listen to specific Fleetwood Mac, yes I know, anything Ju well yeah, but now, some album (most weird, most atypical of their discography largely dispensable) is well worth a visit. Time to finalize my next mixtape and I would share this idea with you, folks.
I also listen a lot The Soul Searchers , I rediscovered, and then the famous album of the friend Blundetto , "Bad Bad Things", which should be one of the albums of the year, no less (big up Heavenly Sweetness and Lucien Entertainment).
But I've already (somewhat) spoken a little lower.
And then some other stuff:
Pronto, live in NYC 2008.
RIP Guru.
I will remember my whole life has been or Ad tumbled in the TVX mixtapes with his Hot 97 and I can not remember which station, with the first Gangstarr. When
same.
Me I dingo Digable Planets. And I am very glad to hear Ish (Butterfly) arise in this promising project (two skeud yet, including a really great, really fresh fresh fresh).
It is just to show my mother when I told him that I can NOT go to see the weekend is not tall tales: last Friday, we made a Return of the Boogie Sirius (Lyon) on Friday evening, then head the Grand Salon of the Micro-Edition Grnnnd to Zero (Feedback soon) and return on Saturday evening to take me a pizza in the face by Ed to follow up very early Sunday morning with the shooting of the new project Company "If you're in a hurry, make a detour ", where I got an absolutely insane, but we hear about it.
You see Mom, I chome, eh. Finally, though, but yeah pfffff brief.
Otherwise, you noticed the size of the crap out?
The toph kills, posted by Bill Griffith (yeah, Bill Griffith "Pinhead"): Here the staff of Arcade magazine (minus Art Spiegelman, Who Was in NYC), the printing of Berkeley CA, 75.
From left to right, standing: Bob Armstrong, George Kuchar, Diane Noomin, Michael McMillan, Bill Griffith, S. Clay Wilson, Robert Crumb, Bob Rita (editor), Justin Green, Jim Osbourne. From left to right, seated: Don Schenker (Editor), Aline Kominsky, Gilbert Shelton, Peggy Rita (editor), Spain Rodriguez, Willy Murphy.
Aaaaaaaaah ... I already said all the good that I thought of Anders Nilsen ? Yeah, huh, ok. Okay, okay.
(RIP Odile Duboc)
Thank you sir for making me Massart peepers in the incredible series of "tit for tat", a program of ORTF where the greatest writers of the time seem to have gone ... We hear ... Soon. Here, among others, Fred , Gotlib , and the general Gébé .
Luz, Hervé Bourhis and Jean-Christophe Menu Bastia (yeah, to be honest, there was also the Festival Comic Strip which is held every year, huh ... It was super optimized and enjoy your surroundings, you might say ...)
Chris Ware was denied coverage commissioned by Fortune Magazine.
Ok I do not follow everything, but the coverage needs to go crazy take a sharp eye, or both, on the side of a king-size version, the time to discover everything ... It's worth it, right here .
Well, except for Lyon more of you soon The Soul Passage ! Where one plays records with Triton (1 / 4 Return of the Boogie) with friends Boolimix , Philgood , Blundetto , and many others.
It happens here:
And then the week after, Périscopages direction, the ultimate and indispensable rendezvous around alternative publishing, with tons of exhibitions that fuck, ultra-deserving people, and 24H of the comics, this year dubbed 24H Radio, where I would say shit bigger than me, my god my god my god. Nothing
the poster does not want to miss it:
And when I posted my usual small visual signed Woodring, I'm finished for TODAY 'hui.
See you soon, maybe.
Oh no, well, I'll end on something else.
that what you will:
