Je suis allée voir Cloclo pour la toute première fois. Je me suis installée au 5ème rang, et c'était au cinéma. Déjà, quand j'étais petite Cloclo était sur tous les écrans. Déjà, je suis devenue fan dès mes 6 ans. Impressionnée par son talent, par ses danseuses, et son chant. Cloclo a gardé une place dans mon cœur. Cette année-là, Jérémie Renier s'est métamorphosé. Physiquement pas beaucoup de boulot, mentalement il a assuré. Déjà, dès les premières images on y croit. Déjà, les teintes old school du film nous rappellent ces années-là!
"Cloclo", où un biopic réussi, pas trop empailleté par l'aspect pop glamour du chanteur. "Cloclo" nous fait parcourir la vie de l'artiste depuis son enfance jusqu'au jour fatidique.
Pour en arriver à un succès pareil, Claude François avait en effet bien plus d'appétit qu'un barracuda. La ténacité et la volonté de fer faisaient partie de son quotidien. L'aspect humain du chanteur est dépeint avec minutie. Claude François était un grand maniaque, en privé et au travail. Jérémie Renier s'est approprié ce trait de caractère avec brio, tout comme les autres facettes plus méconnues de l'artiste : sa façon de traiter les femmes, pas toujours des plus jolies, et son grand amour -bien que déchiré- pour ses parents. Il semble qu'en compagnie de Cloclo, le lundi au soleil était bien une chose qui n'arrivait jamais, tellement il courait partout, jusqu'à l'épuisement.
Coaché pendant des années par Paul Lederman (un étonnant Benoît Magimel), Cloclo s'est sans cesse recyclé, flairant les tendances venues d'Amérique ou d'Angeleterre. Fervent fan d'Otis Redding et de Frank Sinatra, Cloclo est le père de la pop française, alliant des influences de rythm'n'blues et de music hall à ses débuts. Il suit les différentes vagues musicales jusqu'à ses titres disco dans la fin des70's. Cloclo n'a pas fait que chanter, il a aussi lancé : sa maison de disque, deux magazines, un parfum... Cloclo, ou comment avoir posé la première pierre de la guérilla marketing dans l'Hexagone?
Le film retrace tous ces moments, et ça fait du bien. Car on a tendance à l'oublier. Comme My Way de Sinatra, qui est une reprise adaptée de Comme d'habitude, et non l'inverse...
Bref, si vous êtes fan-fan de Cloclo, vous risquez d'être déçu(e) par le fait que peu de temps soit consacré aux groupies et aux paillettes. Si vous êtes curieux et ne connaissez pas bien le phénomène Claude François, ce film risque de bien vous plaire...
Allez-y, juste pour applaudir la performance de Jérémie Renier : il le vaut bien!
samedi 7 avril 2012
lundi 23 janvier 2012
vendredi 20 janvier 2012
Sad week for the voices
After Madam Matagne, one of the greates belgian radio voice, another one just passed away. Madam Etta James is gone, and it makes me feel sad.
May they stay alive with all our materials, vinyles, cd's, recordings... and cover songs like these :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27dlKOynvr4
Lovely young lady, thank you for keeping up the good work!
May they stay alive with all our materials, vinyles, cd's, recordings... and cover songs like these :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27dlKOynvr4
Lovely young lady, thank you for keeping up the good work!
mardi 17 janvier 2012
Goodbye Martine
Une voix parmi tant d'autres. Mais quelle voix. Un chaloupé rocailleux, doux et enveloppant. "From me to you", je l'entends me le dire et je l'entendrai le dire jusqu'à la fin. Il y a de ces voix qui vous marquent. Des voix qui vous entrainent vers d'autres horizons. J'ai rêvé en écoutant Martine Matagne. Et elle est partie dans un autre monde. Tristesse.
Merci Martine.
Merci Martine.
jeudi 29 décembre 2011
Just ask me!
I don't know why, but it seems that I have "GPS" (or "charity") written on my forehead.
Yesterday (all my troubles seemed so far away...), the questions were :
- Can you show us where is the central station? Of course, ladies!
- I'm dying for a coffee, but I have no money... Ok young buddy, i'll get you one
- Madam, do you know where is the Urban Outfitter? It's just around the corner, at Place Stéphanie
Today (is the greatest...) :
- Is it the tram going to Churchill? Indeed, young lady
- Is this metro stopping at Beekkant? Huh... Huh, wait a minute, i'm in my book right now. What?
And then another gentle woman confirmed it to the guy sitting in front of me. For once, I got saved.
Everyday, I get asked. Even abroad, people ask me things... So, what? Why? Can you tell me. This time i'm asking you...
To be continued
Yesterday (all my troubles seemed so far away...), the questions were :
- Can you show us where is the central station? Of course, ladies!
- I'm dying for a coffee, but I have no money... Ok young buddy, i'll get you one
- Madam, do you know where is the Urban Outfitter? It's just around the corner, at Place Stéphanie
Today (is the greatest...) :
- Is it the tram going to Churchill? Indeed, young lady
- Is this metro stopping at Beekkant? Huh... Huh, wait a minute, i'm in my book right now. What?
And then another gentle woman confirmed it to the guy sitting in front of me. For once, I got saved.
Everyday, I get asked. Even abroad, people ask me things... So, what? Why? Can you tell me. This time i'm asking you...
To be continued
vendredi 9 décembre 2011
The Last Supper before the Horrors begin
Yesterday, i just got my Bachelor in Communication diploma, three years after I finished my studies... So, I went to my old university and got it, right. Then, it was 7 pm and I was supposed to go to The Horrors gig at AB. Not willing to go home before, I decided to have a meal at Mirante, an italian restaurant close to AB. When I arrived there, there was just one table for two left, and it´s been taken by the guy who just entered before me. CRAP!
Who´s that guy?
The guy is Mr M., a well known journalist in the musical sector. I take the bull by its horns and shows the waiter I´d like to seat with Mr M. Surprised, he asked Mr M. if I could join, and as surprised he may also be, he says, yes, come and have a seat.
Because I said something like "come on, Mr M., it´s full here and i´d like to eat"... He replies "But how do I know you?"... I explain him that I was an intern three years ago at the same newspaper he´s working for, for the cultural department. And then we talked. A lot. About music, especially. He´s astonished we´re sharing the same favourite band - among others-, aka Sonic Youth. A good start. We eat our meals, talking, and drinking wine.
Then we finish, and as Mr M. still wants to get a coffee before the Horrors, and as I already want to go (soon the gig begins), he says it´s all fine, you just owe me a beer! GREAT.
The Horrors
So satisfied I am, to have had this meal with Mr M.! I am truly glad I could have a conversation with this journalist, famous for me, for his articles written with a skilled pen. Sharing ideas and gigs souvenirs with another music freak like me was, without any doubt, a great source of pleasure.
It´s time now for The Horrors to start. Filled by a delicious Dante pizza and a half bottle of wine - making me happier than ever- the band shows up at 21.15 on the AB stage.
They are here to present their latest baby called Skying. And I think they´ve choosen the right name for it. We are just getting into their flight, for one big hour. Very smooth fligt, they carry us gently through the sky, and are just enough polite to give us some thanks and some smiles. Not more, but that´s just enough. The geatest escape of this Horrors show was their precious single "Still Life", or a master piece as I´d call it. Dancing I am, and some guys behind me seem to find it strange. Indeed, we are at the back of AB, and there are 5 persons dancing. Probably the only ones in the crowd. I tell these young fellows behind me, "come on, you can dance". And one says "it´s impossible to dance on this" and to him I reply "But yes dear, you can dance on every music". The main thing is, that I see they are disappointed by the show. The Horrors are not the energic freaks they once were. They just became nerdy grown ups. And it´s all fine. At least for me and for a big part of the audience. GOOD.
Influences?
From a very energic post punk debut, The Horrors evolved into a more atmospheric ambiance. With their second LP Primary Colours, we already noticed these indulgent waves. We also can´t avoid the Cure influence on that (evocative title, don´t you think?). With Skying, and its synthesizers, we may notice some light Primal Scream references, as well as some My Bloody Valentine. Am I wrong, Sirs of the Horrors? And what about this one song which starts a bit like Eisbaer from Grauzone. Hidden tribute to Stephan Eicher´s first tries?
Anyway, by now The Horrors have found their own sound, and I tink they are promised for a great recognition. POINT.
Get filled - more info(od) :
http://www.cityplug.be/fr/Bruxelles/5WRRXQ76_Restaurant_Pizzeria-Mirante.html
Who´s that guy?
The guy is Mr M., a well known journalist in the musical sector. I take the bull by its horns and shows the waiter I´d like to seat with Mr M. Surprised, he asked Mr M. if I could join, and as surprised he may also be, he says, yes, come and have a seat.
Because I said something like "come on, Mr M., it´s full here and i´d like to eat"... He replies "But how do I know you?"... I explain him that I was an intern three years ago at the same newspaper he´s working for, for the cultural department. And then we talked. A lot. About music, especially. He´s astonished we´re sharing the same favourite band - among others-, aka Sonic Youth. A good start. We eat our meals, talking, and drinking wine.
Then we finish, and as Mr M. still wants to get a coffee before the Horrors, and as I already want to go (soon the gig begins), he says it´s all fine, you just owe me a beer! GREAT.
The Horrors
So satisfied I am, to have had this meal with Mr M.! I am truly glad I could have a conversation with this journalist, famous for me, for his articles written with a skilled pen. Sharing ideas and gigs souvenirs with another music freak like me was, without any doubt, a great source of pleasure.
It´s time now for The Horrors to start. Filled by a delicious Dante pizza and a half bottle of wine - making me happier than ever- the band shows up at 21.15 on the AB stage.
They are here to present their latest baby called Skying. And I think they´ve choosen the right name for it. We are just getting into their flight, for one big hour. Very smooth fligt, they carry us gently through the sky, and are just enough polite to give us some thanks and some smiles. Not more, but that´s just enough. The geatest escape of this Horrors show was their precious single "Still Life", or a master piece as I´d call it. Dancing I am, and some guys behind me seem to find it strange. Indeed, we are at the back of AB, and there are 5 persons dancing. Probably the only ones in the crowd. I tell these young fellows behind me, "come on, you can dance". And one says "it´s impossible to dance on this" and to him I reply "But yes dear, you can dance on every music". The main thing is, that I see they are disappointed by the show. The Horrors are not the energic freaks they once were. They just became nerdy grown ups. And it´s all fine. At least for me and for a big part of the audience. GOOD.
Influences?
From a very energic post punk debut, The Horrors evolved into a more atmospheric ambiance. With their second LP Primary Colours, we already noticed these indulgent waves. We also can´t avoid the Cure influence on that (evocative title, don´t you think?). With Skying, and its synthesizers, we may notice some light Primal Scream references, as well as some My Bloody Valentine. Am I wrong, Sirs of the Horrors? And what about this one song which starts a bit like Eisbaer from Grauzone. Hidden tribute to Stephan Eicher´s first tries?
Anyway, by now The Horrors have found their own sound, and I tink they are promised for a great recognition. POINT.
Get filled - more info(od) :
http://www.cityplug.be/fr/Bruxelles/5WRRXQ76_Restaurant_Pizzeria-Mirante.html
dimanche 4 décembre 2011
Ce 6 décembre, Daydream Nation goes... riot!
1/ Le mouvement des filles énervées, ou comment bousculer le machisme du milieu rock’n’roll. Elles se sont réveillées à l’aube des années 90, en créant des fanzines et en piquant les instruments de leurs mecs. En avoir assez de passer pour la groupie (et puis les groupies au masculin, ça existe aussi !). Prendre la scène, être dessus et montrer ce qu’on vaut. Crier au monde entier (ou presque) ses désarrois, ses peurs, sa haine sur une société paternaliste jusqu’au bout des ongles. L´expression de toutes formes d´injustices faites aux femmes au travers de chansons engagées... Telle est la bataille livrée par les Riot Grrrls ! Ce mardi 6 décembre de 22h à 23h sur Daydream Nation, découvrez les origines, les instigatrices et les héritières de ce mouvement punk et féministe.
2/ La deuxième partie de l’émission sera consacrée au festival allemand organisé par On3-Radio. Quels sont les nouveaux succès Made in Germany ? Ils seront dévoilés en exclusivité sur Daydream Nation, parti à la conquête de ces groupes le 26 novembre dernier. Plus d’info : www.on3.de
http://www.radiopanik.org/spip/Daydream-Nation-goes-riot
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