Wednesday, August 31, 2005
curse minor
there's a special moment in Davide's song Cookbook where it seems that he is saying "curse minor" but really he isn't
the thing is he won't tell Stephane and me what he is singing about
the thing is he won't tell Stephane and me what he is singing about
Lozi boy
You could just write a novel about Lozi boy. Maybe I'll do that, one day or another. In the meantime, it should be added that my man Yosuke doesn't only love sinewaves, old Isuzu busses and sewing-machines (you should have seen the oscillating speck of light when he saw Yoshimi's Brother machine in Nagoya), he also goes kani-hunting (crab-hunting) at dawn whenever he has the time and a river nearby, just for sport.
Super final
In Superdeluxe, Roppongi
this place kind of feels familiar, now
many people many friends showed up
we performed ok
except for a chaotic and desultory and dull lecture which really didn't suit the non-stop excitement of the last thirty days
Mehdi seemed quite touched when he evoked all the people we met and amazing things we lived along the road, and I guess that says it all despite the cliche and that is enough
highlights of last night - we came back with the first metro at 5, stuck in some bad Italian cafe with some restless matron checking that we weren't lying down on the shabby plastic seats of the restaurant all the time because we really can't afford a taxi from Roppongi to Yahiro - include the MEC session with Ji-Ji+ the Motor Karaoke display loud in the venue after the gigs, making cadavre exquis with Mehdi and Chihiro battling against sleepiness, the "flush sound" in the super advanced pan of the restaurant, Lozi kun making 10 amazing faces in very little time going back home. I just wished I'd had more time and energy to give to our friends who showed up (one special apology to Nao chan, whom I almost couldn't see at all).
Anyway, some pics show make it a more decent experience for you when the other shoboys add to this dull post.
oh and I almost forgot
I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE
this place kind of feels familiar, now
many people many friends showed up
we performed ok
except for a chaotic and desultory and dull lecture which really didn't suit the non-stop excitement of the last thirty days
Mehdi seemed quite touched when he evoked all the people we met and amazing things we lived along the road, and I guess that says it all despite the cliche and that is enough
highlights of last night - we came back with the first metro at 5, stuck in some bad Italian cafe with some restless matron checking that we weren't lying down on the shabby plastic seats of the restaurant all the time because we really can't afford a taxi from Roppongi to Yahiro - include the MEC session with Ji-Ji+ the Motor Karaoke display loud in the venue after the gigs, making cadavre exquis with Mehdi and Chihiro battling against sleepiness, the "flush sound" in the super advanced pan of the restaurant, Lozi kun making 10 amazing faces in very little time going back home. I just wished I'd had more time and energy to give to our friends who showed up (one special apology to Nao chan, whom I almost couldn't see at all).
Anyway, some pics show make it a more decent experience for you when the other shoboys add to this dull post.
oh and I almost forgot
I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
sgt pepper
Tomoko, from YCAM in Yamaguchi, has her own blog in French. We had to mention it, as she mentions us.
Monday, August 29, 2005
hiatus
Lots of waiting and useless comings and goings due to heavy organization issues with the bus - you can't just park that nasty fat ass anywhere you feel like, you know. So we eventually bid farewell to Nagoya, Shawn and Yoshimi, Satoko chan, to join the big Shizuoka nowhere where the huge Metamorphose festival was held. Strange waiting time in some sea-side town to wait for Philippe and Virginie, then even stranger waiting time in the next to decaying Nihon Cycle amusement park (Izu), full of sento moments and relative fun in a children's swimming-pool. Then, after 30 hours of floating hiatus, we found ourselves playing on some tiny remote stage in the festival itself, invited by the Arch collective. Iamas tomodachi were there. Lovely Makiko and Matoko also joined. This kind of helped for the fun part (I'll avoid the big *non-so-fun* part), but we're really not techno people, and as we waited forever for Davide to comeback from Tortoise's gig, far away from the big, big crowd, we fell asleep in some gymnasium next to the big Iamas installation and missed it all. In the morning, we woke up quite flabbergasted by the total cleanness of the place - Japanese ravers are nothing like the French ones, I can tell you. Now we've come back to beloved Tokyo, and waiting for tonight's big BBQ party in Highti. See you there.
