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Digest concert

If I were to write a ticket for every concert that I'm going, I probably will spend the week. Fortunately, for short, I can simply post pictures and say a few words about each.

last week, so Wednesday, November 17, I was lucky and surprised to witness the incredible set of I Love Ufo Glaz'art on the scene. Concert intense, Dizzy, the kind that grabs you from the first note and does not release to you as more than an hour later, thirsty and sweaty. We do not really know where you are or where you live, and we have completely forgotten who it was. But it was really good and emotionally charged, and that's all that matters.

A few days later just, I was dragging my sneakers near Boulogne Billancourt and is rare enough to emphasize. In the festival BBMix, I discovered a charming hall with more than enthused: Carré Bellefeuille. In order, I was able to admire the young musicians on Saturday night by The Berniz very promising and professional, I listened with half an ear pop cold and inexpressive notes of tea, I thought of Indochina assistant set of Michelin Young, I dreamed before the Radio Dept, and have traveled back in time with the Raincoats (very pleasant surprise, incidentally).

The next day Rebelote, despite the fatigue that was beginning to feel good and bad cold caught in stride. On Sunday evening, I listened absently rock scattered Edgar Pilot, I dove into the folk of James Blackshaw head first and I let myself go, before being hypnotized (even ears) by the heavy rock and powerful Swans. I came away empty, but happy.

For the finale, I made the trip in a near-polar until cold Café de la Danse last night to hear The Tallest Man on Earth. And alone on stage, the little guy really looks great. He managed to win the crowd (the concert was sold out) without difficulty and to take us very far. The ladies in the front row were obviously in love, and not just his music.

Next stop music, if you wish, it will be next Friday, with Oh La La! the Flèche d'Or, in the context of Pias Nites. And I think it deserves a whole article.

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canned tomato soup with spicy beef patties

For a horrible Sunday night in November, when at 17:30 it is pitch dark, we have not seen the sun for the day and we must get up at 4:30 the next day, nothing like a good soup for comfort. Exactly, and I love it tests successively all possible recipes soup meal for one or two bowls enough to stall even the most hollow stomachs.

As usual, I took a basic recipe for tomato soup that I have improved my way.

Serves 4 Ingredients



- 2 large cans of peeled tomatoes
- tomato paste
-
2 onions - 1 clove garlic
- Olive oil
- 1 tablespoon
sugar - 1 pinch of salt
- 1 bouquet garni
- 2 burgers to 5% fat
- 1 egg yolk
- Tabasco
-
Cumin - Ground coriander

Chop an onion with garlic in a pot. Sauté in a tablespoon of olive oil. Add two tablespoons of tomato paste and tomatoes with juice. Sprinkle sugar and salt, and add the bouquet garni. Pour water until done, everything is completed.

Boil for twenty minutes.

Meanwhile, prepare dumplings with meat, onion and remaining egg yolk. Roll the meatballs in the cumin. Then fry in a pan with olive oil until the meat is cooked. Add the meatballs to the soup.

Sprinkle coriander and pour a few drops of Tabasco.

Serve hot.

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Rubber - Quentin Dupieux

Few of you know, but I'm a big fan of horror films, gore films of all kinds, Z series and other series B. Nothing pleases me more, after a stressful week, than watching this film, I clung to my seat as a hysteric. It's stronger than me, it works on my nerves like a real effect. Moreover, nothing pleases me more than when the film in question plays with the viewer and manipulates the black humor.

I laugh a lot, but most of the absurd and the everyday fun ever wrote a comedy show. In fact, I do not like improvisation, either, especially in a one-man show, and I have trouble with stand-up, especially because I can not stand people trying at all costs make me laugh. When I hear a comic launch a valve and wait for the laughter of spectators, it bothers me, I can not help it. I did not feel like laughing at such times that if I held up a sign "LAUGHTER" like a common driver room.

For all these reasons, I loved Rubber, the latest film by Quentin Dupieux.

First, the context clearly announces the color: one is in a U.S. desert type Arizona, where it is more likely to cross a tipping another be alive. Obviously, all the classics are there: the endless road and empty gas station glaucous and almost abandoned, with its payphone that does not work, and seedy motels course roadsides. Oh, I forgot, there is also the traditional girl in short shorts.

Now that the stage is set, we need a killer. And that is where Quentin Dupieux is strong. His killer he is a tire, a simple tire abandoned in a landfill. No sooner did he feel the life they led by a fierce hatred against all that surrounds it, except the girl in shorts: the empty can of beer by the bottle, through a poor rabbit or a crow who have committed, for one fault, that have crossed his path. Endowed with powers of psychokinesis, our friend is not content only to soon crush annoying with all his weight, they literally explode your head ...

But there's more. For the bloody saga of our friend Robert is followed avidly by a group of spectators camped in the desert and watch with binoculars. What are they doing there, you ask? Apparently, they have paid their up to attend the show, like us poor moviegoers who have spent over 10 euros for us in a tiny room in the Gaumont solely to follow the adventures of a serial killer tire. SPOILER ALERT

(If you want to see Rubber, I recommend you read the rest, lest the intense suspense in this road movie fall flat)

Throughout the film, director continues to remind us that this is only theater, this is all fictional and it is important not to take it seriously. One of the main characters, the sheriff responsible for investigating suspicious deaths, we explicitly prove even during a hilarious scene in which he asked the inspectors to shoot him and he told them that he feels absolutely nothing (although it starts to lose gallons of what we imagine, hence be fake blood).

killer

Why is there a tire? Why does the sheriff he not died by being shot while the poor housekeeper motel ends with the head rugged? Why the tire he listens carefully the kid talk to him before turning around and give up? Why save him while balancing a can on it? The one and only answer to that is probably: No Reason, and it does not contradict myself sheriff.

Fable poetic and contemplative, Z series, film absurd Rubber is all at once. What should you expect? Nothing in particular. Do not go hoping to see blood or a horror movie, or believing that the film will make you die laughing. But be sure to find a police suspected Rubber in each of these ingredients.

moving Scene: The tire is love, the tire is lonely and ugly compared to Roxanne Mesquida (understandably). In front of a mirror, he watches her turn right profile, then his left profile and you can almost see the disappointment on his face (he has a face, since it appears to drink water).

Scene worship before the hour : The sheriff removes one of the tires of his car, brings it to its inspectors and declared: "That looks like the murderer."

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Polnarévolution, 1972 - Size and decadence

In 1972, 10 years before my birth, I would have loved Michel Polnareff for what it was, and not for what it was. Unfortunately for me, I can now admire a glorious past that has nothing great or impressive. The vestiges of an era, somehow (but is not this the case with many things that I listen? Listening to the new Ray Davies, one can ask the question).

In 1972, Michel Polnareff is at the top of his game at the top of his talent. The boy is shy and brilliant now become megalomaniac superstar. The turn is played precisely during this series of concerts at the Olympia in October.

In 1993, I found myself in possession of an audiotape on which this live was recorded at the time by my father. I loved this tape so much that I almost slept with (I fell asleep with my walkman headphones over the ears). Unfortunately, anyone who knows me knows that I just am naturally disorganized, or even, for some, downright messy. By dint of wandering the tape at the bottom of my bag one day what had happened: a crumb chocolate slipped inside. Terrified at the thought of losing my precious tape, I tried everything for several days to release the intruder, without success. The only thing I managed to do was return the tape within the cassette, which rendered completely inaudible.

Seeing no way out the problem I had finished, in desperation, conducted entirely by the band of tape across the floor of my parents' house, with all the care and thoroughness with which I was still capable. Miracle shaking slightly, the chocolate crumb finally out. With an unfailing patience in these situations, so I began to rewind the cassette gently with a pencil. The operation lasted a staggering number of hours, all for a single tape (in those days, the logic would have me just suggest to buy this album in CD, but alas I was totally lacking), but proved Pay: it works again so perfectly that I can still hear it today in my old car.

Despite its fairly rotten with this live recording, it contains some wonderful versions of some of the tubes Polnareff. His final masterpiece, the Bal des Laze , there is absolutely masterful with bass and drums that give it an emergency that the original version did not, for the organ side "I sing from my damp dungeon" and the flute for the side aristocracy ... Polnareff's voice is perfect, put less plaintive than usual, a calm and detachment which transcribe perfectly the mood of his character.

The Fly and empty house, also in faster versions are of an intensity not found anymore (when I think I attended live, I I always want to cry). Polnareff still has humor vis-à-vis himself, a decline that has continued to lose since. He laughs at his troubles with the law on We all go to paradise by adding the phrase "that shows her ass or they do not show it," referring to the controversy aroused by the famous poster of the show. It also interprets the song with a deep voice and sober he sometimes forgets to use later in favor of bombast and theatrics not always welcome. Even Gloria and It will not happen to lose their pathos and get moving. On Love me, love me please he improvises at the piano with an ease and mastery of a virtuoso. As for The Trumpet is a true demonstration of rhythmic and vocal abilities of the singer.

After this tour, Polnareff let himself engulfed by his own demons will steal her money, went into exile in the United States where the complete California to encourage the bad taste in bling bling, will sell far too often the ease and stews consist of unnamed ... Still remain a few nuggets to save the carnage: Prince hostage, the man who wept tears of glass, or a sad story (yes, Me, I love this song) but ultimately, little things really interesting.

At last, the portly old man expect, at age 66, her first child ... Ultimately, it is not so bad, hope it occupies enough to never sound so "new album long awaited by hordes of fans that nostalgia makes the deaf. He has already tried enough to make us forget how he could be a genius.

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Where one learns to turn the page and to diversify

Oyez Oyez, good people.

winter just around the corner, and with it the traditional rain, wind, freezing temperatures, gray, etc.. I did not want that thing, or almost: a blanket with a hot cup of steaming tea, a good novel (it also works with Liberation, or Causette Fluide Glacial), a biscuit or two and bottom, a hard vintage unearthed in my cabinets to reassure me and cheer me up (and a cat, of course, but do not count on me to tell you his life too).

is my goal with this new blog: I want it a little it all at once, it makes you laugh, you grow a little (for those who are not already well culture), gives you ideas for meals when you're having friends, send you why not visit the exhibitions, will ship with a kick in the ass in concert halls, but most importantly, entertain you.

Even though I still Love RocknRolla, as everyone knows, I became a snob, and accepts no name given my adoration with great parsimony. Result: nothing on the blog, and so much more motivation to write. My old entry road and abandoned me in the simple vision of iloverocknroll.over-blog.com rotten pop-up prevents me from setting foot again. Worse still: when my last article should be written in three parts, I could never find the courage write the last two. The only solution that was needed then to me has been to create a new blog, brand new, all beautiful, full of 1001 things pile up and crammed into a merry mess that I finally look like much more than a series articles framed the very last.

Since presentations are made, I welcome you. Take a tour of the property, sit on a stool and make yourself at home. I'll try this time not to let you get bored too long.

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Simone Valere

She died on 11 November 2010.

I had seen her play in Lille in 1956-57 towards my student years with her husband Jean Desailly . A

unparalleled distinction ..

And 60 years of theater in 2001 ....

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