Sunday, March 09, 2008

|I'M A MARTIAN AND IF YOU UNDERSTAND ME THEN YOU'RE JESUS CHRIST|

Lil Wayne, Elysée Montmartre, Paris, 08/03/08


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Thursday, March 06, 2008

|SOCIAL ADVICE#1|

"REVEND TA WII ET PAYE TOI UNE PUTE"

Monday, February 25, 2008

Sunday, February 17, 2008

|DIRRRRRTY VOLUME|


01.U-N-I - Castlevania

02.
The Cool Kids - I (Mikey) Rock
03.
Mickey Factz - I Like Your Supra's
04.Hi-Tek Ft. Lep, Count, Big D And M-1 Of Dead Prez - Handling My Bizness
05.Q-Tip & J-Dilla - Fever
06.Brother Reade - The Loft Party Classics


You don't understand. You can't make a deal with him. Even if you gave him the money back, he'd still kill you just for inconveniencing him. He's a peculiar man. Might even say he has principles. Principles that transcend money or drugs or anything like that. He's not like you. He's not even like me.

Woody Harrelson in No Country For Old Men

Saturday, February 16, 2008

|TRUTH IS...|


I AM NOT WAITING FOR YOU

Thursday, January 24, 2008

|EVEN IF I HAD A MYSPACE PAGE, YOU WOULDN'T BE MY FRIEND|

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You've got a way of starting conversations that ends conversations.

Paul Newman in Harper, 1966.





Thursday, January 17, 2008

|I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO TO ME, MIKE, JUST DO IT FAST|

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Kiss Me Deadly by Robert Aldrich, 1955





"They? A wonderful word. And who are they? They're the nameless ones who kill people for the great what's-it. Does it exist? Who cares? Everyone everywhere is so involved in the fruitless search... for what?"

Maxine Cooper à Ralph Meeker

"Lie still. Why torment yourself? Who would you see? Someone you do not know, a stranger. What is it we are seeking? Diamonds, rubies, gold? Perhaps narcotics? How civilized this earth used to be. But as the world becomes more primitive, its treasures become more fabulous. Perhaps sentiment will succeed where greed failed. You will die, Mr. Hammer."


Albert Dekker

"You're never around when I need you."
"You never need me when I'm around."

Ralph Meeker et Maxine Cooper











Thursday, December 27, 2007

|I SHOT OFF EVERYTHING THAT COUNTS|



I went in for a fast snort

and one guy
seemed
to be looking at me sideways,
and that's how he died -
sideways,
looking at me
and clutchin'
for his marbles.

Charles Bukowski, What A Man I Was.



Tuesday, December 04, 2007

|EPIPHANIE#3|




THE BEASTIE BOYS | PAUL'S BOUTIQUE (1989)


High Plains Drifters
The Sounds Of Science
Shadrach



Cause I'm mellow like Jell-O cool like lemonade

Sunday, December 02, 2007

|SHOOT THE ANTENNAE|

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Patricia : Look, It's held together with saliva!
Peterson : Yeah, spit is all that's holding me together too.

James Whitmore and Joan Weldon in Them (1954)

Saturday, November 17, 2007

|TWO'S FOR THE BASE|





If the revolution ain't gon' be televised, then, fuck, I'll probably miss it.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

|ME IN A NUTSHELL|

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Ce qu'il a dit c'est: comment tu fais toi pour trouver du boulot quand tu te lèves jamais avant 4 heures de l'après-midi? Je lui ai encore expliqué - je ne cherche pas de boulot mon ami - nous sommes en France en Occident - notre société est celle des services des loisirs - nous avons quatre milliards d'esclaves trop heureux de bosser pour nous dans l'hémisphère Sud - je vois vraiment pas pourquoi on devrait encore se faire chier à travailler - notre responsabilité à nous maintenant c'est d'essayer de comprendre à quoi ça sert d'être nés blancs occidentaux tous américains les rois du monde - oublierais-tu que nous sommes les plus forts les plus intelligents - que si Socrate nous voyait il se palucherait? Il m'a dit Jean-Louis ton sac est là - maintenant si tu pouvais bouger ça m'arrangerait. Tu vois c'est sympa les trucs que tu dis sur la société, le cosmos et tout ça - mais tu me les as un peu répétés en boucle tous les soirs depuis que t'es arrivé ici - et encore t'étais plus calme au début - en six mois t'as pratiquement doublé de débit. Tu me coûtes trop cher Jean-Louis - t'es rigolo mais tu me coûtes plus cher qu'une meuf - parce que les meufs aujourd'hui elles travaillent elle ramènent de la thune elles font tourner la maison. Pauvre homme que dis tu - le karma d'une maison ne peut pas être bon quand il y a plus de quinze tubes de cosmétiques sur les étagères de la salle de bain! Est-ce qu'il se rend compte de ça, lui - le mec de l'abribus de Dunkerque - que les meufs sont le chantre du consumérisme? Le gars n'a pas d'opinion particulière là-dessus - il fume son bédo de shit en regardant tomber la pluie. Moi je referme les yeux je me retape la séquence flash-back de l'autre qui me pousse dans le couloir - qui me chasse de son appartement avec l'éléctricité le chauffage le canapé la télé le iMac le frigo. Maintenant je traverse le hall - je me retourne je le regarde une dernière fois. Tout de même il a l'air emmerdé - enfin un peu - il sent bien que c'est pas sympa ce qu'il est en train de me faire. Il s'en fout après il va retourner entre les nibards de sa poule où il dormira gentimement - je le savais depuis le début je le sentais qu'il avait un fort potentiel pour ce genre de trahison. Mais qu'importe - il s'est trouvé une meuf il a fermé la porte - il faut qu'il devienne du passé et que je commence mon voyage puisque c'est ça le scénario du moment.

Alex D. Jestaire in Tourville


Il serait temps de se mettre à lire de bons livres, bande de buses.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

|ANOTHER ATTEMPT ANOTHER FAILURE|

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Steve Mcqueen's 1972 mugshot in Anchorage, Alaska.



Sortant d'une feroce crise d'euphorie, j'étais foutrement exalté. Pour finir extenué. J'ai acheté et vendu ma voiture deux fois dans la même semaine.

Ken Bruen in Hackman Blues

Saturday, October 27, 2007

|WE SHOULD HAVE DUG DEEPER THAN A GRAVE|

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"In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock."

Orson Welles as Harry Lime in The Third Man

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

|EPIPHANIE#2|

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BILLIE HOLIDAY | JAZZ AT THE PHILHARMONIC (1946)


The Man I Love
Gee Baby, Ain't I Good To You?



Gave you my money, a diamond ring, big cadillac car and everything
Gee Baby, ain't i good to you?

Friday, August 17, 2007

|LEAVING THE BUILDINGS|

TOP 5 WEIRD ELVIS PRESLEY COVERS




"The Angels all love him, he brings them relief with droplets of moisture from his handkerchief! Cher'bim 'n ser'phim whizz over his head - Jesus, let him come back! We don't want Elvis dead! So what if he looks like a wart-hog in heat? He knows we all love him - We'll just watch him eat, so take down the foil from his hotel retreat, and bring back The King for the man in the street! Elvis has just left the building - Those are his footprints, right there. Elvis has just left the building -He's up there with Jesus, in a big purple chair."

Frank Zappa


Sunday, August 12, 2007

|EPIPHANIE#1|

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THE JIMI HENDRIX EXPERIENCE | ELECTRIC LADY LAND (1968)


Crosstown Traffic
Voodoo Child (Slight Return)


I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time,
I'll give it right back to you one of these days.


Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Sunday, March 04, 2007

|DUST SOUNDS|


The band of children began to serenade us, play for us on instruments, make music - if you could call it music... Their insruments were instruments of percussion (...) As far as i could make out in the white blaze of the sand beach, the instruments were tin cans strung together and bits of metal... Other bits of metal that had been flattened out and made into cymbals... Tin cans flattened out and clashed together... Cymbals. The others had other things. All sort of things. Things that they'd made or picked up on the beach to make a sort of noise... A music made out of noise.

Elizabeth Taylor in Suddenly Last Summer
(Screenplay by Tenessee Williams)



PARA ONE - THE PRAYER RMX

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

|PLEASE KILL ME|





Je me suis fait taxer de nihilisme et de solipsisme, un mot qu'il a fallu que je cherche dans le dictionnaire. Ca signifie quelqu'un qui ne s'occupe absolument que de lui-même, ha, ha, ha. Très juste.

Richard Hell

Sunday, October 01, 2006

|FREE JOY ONLY WHEN POPPIN|


50H ON ACIIIID VAIN USELESS LITTLE HOODLÜMZ RUNNIN EVERYWHERE GREETINGS TO HOLGA & ANDY KEPI ALL BASHING 2D-REALITY LEAFCARZ & GRANNIES RACIN ON THE SIDEWALK
TRIBUTE TO ALBERT HOFFMANN / THE ART OF FALLING APPART

Friday, September 22, 2006

|RADIOBLOG#3|


YOUR DAD DOES IT BETTER

(Just click on the radio icon)

01. Nancy Sinatra - Like A Rolling Stone
02. Etta James - Tell Mama
03. James Brown - Love Don't Love Nobody
04. Tom Waits - Temptation
05. Howlin Wolf - Spoonful
06. Bo Diddley - Another Sugar Daddy
07. Esther Phillips - Double Crossing Blues
08. Muddy Waters - Got My Mojo Working
09. Ike & Tina Turner - Come Together
10. Odetta - Baby, I'm In The Mood For You

Monday, September 18, 2006

|STYLE WARS|


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Graffiti: Style As Defiance

After TAKI 183 got his name in the New York Times in 1971, graffiti took off. "Every new school year was a new graffiti season" says IZ THE WIZ.
To Hugo Martinez, the sociology student and youth gang advocate who in 1972 organized the first graffiti association, United Graffiti Artists, "Graffiti writing is a way of gaining status in a society where to own property is to have identity." Your name was your currency, and you created value by making your mark in the niches or getting into mass production. Here was the logic of reverse colonization, a virus spread by the faceless fellow travelers of roaches and rats. "You started on your street, then you went to the buses. You take over your neighborhood, then you take over your home line, then you take over your division, then you take over all city," says Luke "SPARE ONE" Felisberto.
You wanted fame. To an invisible generation, fame itself was wealth, liability transformed into asset. Maybe you hung yourself off the side of a building or climbed the steel beams supporting an elevating subway station to rock a tag that would make cleaning men scream in frustration and the other writers shake in jealousy. Or you were outrageous enough to hit the biggest, riskiest target you could find, as the pioneering female writer STONEY did in 1972 when she tagged the Statue Of Liberty. You tagged everywhere you went. Inside the cars, you and other writers staked space as if it were a turf to claim with your names. Train riders would treat your tags as invasions of their daily anonymity.
Still only a few tags, like those of the spliff-star saint STAY HIGH 149, could really register much louder than the dull ad placards. The "pieces", on the other hand, were personal pageants of light, line, and color, rolling billboards for the self. And when writers added style to these, it was like they had begun printing million-dollar bills. Soon, hundreds of kids were scaling barbed wire fences, leaping instant death on electrified third rails, and running from police just to piece cars in the train yards and layups in ever bolder detail and wilder style.

Taken from Can't Stop Won't Stop - History Of The Hip Hop Generation by Jeff Chang

Sunday, September 17, 2006

|BRING THE NOISE|

Taking MDMA or ecstasy is commonly referred to as:
popping, rolling, pilling, boshing or dropping in the United Kingdom,
pinging in Australia,
murfing in Canada
or thizzing in Northern California.
Some term the rushing feeling of the drug as blowing up or coming up.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

|I'VE GOT A FEELIN I DON'T WANT TO KNOW|

Remy Zaugg / Esquisses Perceptives N°60