moi je fais que des trucs très réalistes, des
trucs niveau rené Coty...
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dans la boulangerie il y a
il y a aussi
une tête de nègre
je vais tous les bouffer.
Weird times, there are times in one's life when ...well YE I have to specify first...I am Bi...I am Bi-polar !! Why not? Fuck it...anyone interesting these days is bi-polar, I might as well be bi-fucking polar...so...one time I felt fucking weird...I mean not me but the people around me made me feel like that...t'was a time when for some awkward reason I went into the squatt in London where this Canadian chap Ian lived. He was playing in some band...forgotten what they were called...three-piece...interesting songs...tho' not really my thing...the guy was alright as well I thought. He stayed with the band at my parent's place one night...They were driving back from Switzerland or some silly place like that.
Anyhow...we was in his studio downstairs but Ian was not around...the squatt was in Cathcart place...a fucking weird time of my life...anyone would have become bi-polar with the sets of arseholes I was hanging around with.
I'd done music before but for some awkward reason I had given up (huge mistake) i mean there were several years where I only had one acoustic guitar and no one to play with...anyhow...m'not starting to accuse anybody else for my failures I've grown out of all this...so...I think...this really weird bloke called Trevor is around, then Miguel Yaltapan and also convinced Jo Fried (calls herself Jo Freed, when in fact she was really fuckin' fried)...so if Jo's around no doubt Steve was around too anyhow...there we are in this tiny basement in this creepy squatt in Norf London, then someone sits at the drums, someone else grabs an instrument...and me I seem to remember I had a guitar...
But not mine...all my world was crumbling back then, I mean I was well sinking into depression around that time but Steve was one of the rare people I liked to see in those days cos' he was a bit of a breath of fresh air and...he'd moved out of London or was doing trips to the West country or he wanted...well anyway...he seemed...like not as stuck as the silly white pigs I was living with so Miguel, trevor and I we try to produce some music somehow and after about 15 or 20 minutes of a fucking racket...we just stopped...t'was awful...really disgusting...so that was one weird time when I couldn't find my bearings...I sometimes felt like that see...with music...it's such a chemistry who you do music with that...things can well go off-set a bit...and me in those days I wasn't strong enough to fucking yell and grab the steering wheel...so a lot of things in my life was a non-starter...I sometimes reminisce about those years and by jove what a frigging nightmare that was...society or my world was just desintegrating...I don't wish that upon anyone, man !
That time I bought the old bass was great...but unfortunately, the small P.U. was gone...all the electrix was a bit fragile...but t'was a brilliant instrument...
I really regret having to sell it. Anyways, I hop off to Paris for a breath of fresh air and I call Yacine and we agree to go up to Nahon's place. I think by then I had not been formally introduced to Nahon...had not met him. We're upstairs...in what seems like a flat...and there is lots of gear. Amps...and so on but no kit...no drumkit. Manu is on keyboards and we cut a funny old song together...total impro...I'm on bass. Manu on keys and Yacine has this poxy guitar...There's no fuckin'about...we just cut it there and then...I dunno how it happened...great little instrumental. Then two days later...we see each other again. Same place...but Yacine decide to bring this 'friend'...This guy I could never really like...I dunno why...I always thought he was a complete cunt and to this day...I still think he's a complete cunt. So he hangs around then later goes off to crash out in the room next door...this scond session...absolutely noting came out of it...I dunno why? Yacine was grumpy...I dunno what happened...but I reflected on it a lot...
Then the bass broke down...
Then I got it fixed, then I sold it...I think much later on, I went to a studio again...it was Chattes-Mignons...I hadn't seen Nob for yonks...I hooked up with him near his pad in Paris...he gave me a spiel on what had happened with the defunkt Gorgons then we drove south towards Chatillon. We started sorting things, he had his drums there, then he dusted off the very thing that helped us make the FIRST GORGON DEMO...it was the same 4 track cassette recorder. All the mixing techniques were coming back to Bruno's mind...I mean we started playing...just me and him...I had a fistfull of songs...not really complete tunes...just stuff. We played some more then Tintin appeared. He was seeing this bird at the time...I think she was all over him. He sorta escaped her to join us...we cut LOU REED or LOO REED. My first proper song. First composed in a tiny flat in the 18th...then recorded once on that occasion...I had it on CD somewhere...then it's gone...maybe in the vaults...t'was a good song...really funny and spot on...I think I could hear acoustic guitars on it...but I'm not sure.
The rest was good too but totally unprepared...that day I was getting back...and I have to thank Bruno for that. Was fun the time it lasted...then after that, I saw Bruno again in 1999 at Igny...then in 2005 on another occasion...and in 2009 for STUFFED DELICE...and that's it.