Miscellaneous stuff and other things

We, users of camera as mere amateurs, claim the right to :
- shoot uninteresting subjects (desert landscape, common people,
trivial activities)
- take photos when there's too much light
- and when there isn't enough
- take blurred photos
- shoot animals which run too fast
- shoot the froth of a stone with maxizoom to see if it looks like a
strange forest

We, users of camera as mere amateurs consider automatic focusing
cameras as an unacceptable restriction to our liberty to do ugly
and/or uninteresting things

Haro sur le numérique. Haro sur l'automatique, rendez-nous Nicéphore Niepce !!

Silly Dance

(a tribute to the Monty Pythons, and to Emir Kusturica No Smoking Orchestra)

Prologue: talking with a friend, drinking a cup of wine, and eating two pieces of pizza, the "New-York" one for her, and the "Texas" one for me. This piece of pizza had been chose in the memory of Lift to Experience. I won't talk about Lift to Experience but... I won't talk about it.

Milogue: We were walking in Paris when, suddenly, we heard, falling from the night over the empty streets, music from a brass band. We arrived in front of a bar which was half closed (closed for us but open for the disguised musicians and their friends). We passed by, and followed other notes. They came from the third or the fourth floor of a building of concrete with huge windows, like French windows (why “French”? Sometimes english is quite weird). At the first floor, photos were exposed, and around art students were drinking and, well… drinking. We tried to enter but the door was closed, for a second we thought that the party and exposition may had been private but they weren’t. A guy told us with mimes and gestures to follow the direction his finger was pointing out. So we entered. Photos were showing some brass band festivals which are used to take place in the southwest of France during summer. A brass band festival is, much of all, a matter of music full of energy and people full of alcohol. We followed up the music. At the third flour, a brass band was playing rock, and funk and funky hard-bop, and post-gypsy-groovy music and everybody was dancing.

We staid a while to observe the smiles and the dances, left foot, left-left-left, right-right, hopa-hopa-hopa yeah! And dancing rock, and turning and whirling as frantic people do. An old black man told me to dance with my friend but she refused to be snatched into the dancing swell. So I staid jumping on one feet, then another, while looking at the old man who may had been a tramp, or drunk, or worse: shockingly happy.

After a while of fascination we went down to the exposed photos. The definitively drunk guy who told us how to enter was inventing a silly walk while talking about the joy of being drunk and inventing silly walks. Quickly his walk became a silly dance while his speech was turning into a kind of monochord song without variations, rhythm or rhymes. I immediately joined him (my first leg’s movement hit a Japanese student who was leading his friends towards the stairs). My friend took advantage of it and walked toward the exit. For once my new dancing friend had a rational behaviour and tried to prevent her from leaving by dancing around:

“ You can’t leave now, oh-you, no-no-no, you can’t leave – noow, be-cause out-side is the out-side and the fun is heeeeeeere. Yeeeeeaaaaah !"

I entered into the dance again, squatted on a leg, then another and danced around him, putting my hands up:

“ Yes that’s sad but-we-ha-ve to goooooo, awaaaaaaaaay, towards new ad-ven-tuuuuures ! Oh I now-it-is-terrrrrri-ble, but it must be dddddooooo-nnnnne, sure we are ggooooonnnnnne…

-         No don’t lea-ve nnnnooooow, we ha-ve wine, and dannnnce, and llllooooove, and brass band that rocckkksssssss, do-not-leave.

-         Ah ! Qué des-di-chadooo soy, necesita-mos ir-nos, ten-go un tren que tommaaaaaar, ah la la ! let me go taking my train to go hooooommmme ¡

-         (  talking to my friend )  O-kay, girl, I’ll-let-you-both-go-awaaaaay, cause you are lucky, cause you’re guy ru-les

-         Thanks you-are-you-the-best (dam dim dam)

-         No it’s you, see you-soo (pambim palam!)

 

And the dances and the songs ended up there, we walked peacefully through the city.

Epilogue: And then I run because my train was leaving the station without me. In theory. In fact it staid one hour more but this one is a sad story.

One day I woke up and began to read again my books of economy. I read rather a long time and get fed up and thought about this : much of rock or hiphop bands yelled against globalization, government or against the rise of oil cost. Why couldn't we answer to them by songs which respect law and economical theories ?  The idea of a technocratic rock was borned. I talked about it to Erwan who said "yeah, sure! I've thought about a progressive rock song in a Mogwai style yet. I'll call it The Holy times of hyperinflation, or how I fucked credit institutions by asking for a loan". Now I know what to do, explain to people how law and economy are working, through Rock n' Roll.

The fisrt album will mix different styles and talk about economy

 

 

Technocratic Rock

Part One : Electrical Economical Project, the yet unachieved album

 

1 – Straight walk on a Phillips’ curve (0.30 minutes) – Walking bass

2 – Oh Leon! How sweet maximization of my satisfaction! (3.30) – Porn groove

3 – Cut the taxes off (we wanna be happier consumers) (2.00) – Pink punk

4 – The holy times of hyperinflation, or how I fucked credit institutions by asking for a loan (5.00) – Postprogressive rock, yet achieved by Erwan and the MagicalOrchestra

5 – Wild Robert Mundell’s dance through a magic and melancholic monetary area (7.00) – Psychedelic Rock

6 – Liberty ship, leadership: mental revolution in a Chinese-Texas-Boy’s mind (5.00) – Postprogressive rock, in a Lift to Experience’s way

7 – There will be blood on the carpet (delocalization) (2.30) – Industrial metal

8 – Pace without rhythm, schism up, peace down: agglomerated humanity like ants (2.00) – Pizzicato, from Erwan and the MagicalOrchestra

9 – The chip blues of a technological soul (3.00) – Blues

10 – Sweet contracyclic sweep of interest rates (1.30) – Broom on the drum and accordion

11 – Seeking after the Hoover Dam, how we saw light through the recession spiral (8.00) – Lyrical rock

12 – Give us an extra loan! (Delighted traverse flute for 24 seconds)

13 – Globalization, part one (2.30) – Symphonic rock, violins and clarinets

14 – Globalization, part two (5.30) – Symphonic rock, electric guitars

15 – Globalization of my own (part three) (2.30) – Unplugged postprogressive rock

16 – Final: enrichissez-vous l’âme (1.35) – A cappella