The fifth month’s hots

Dear devoted fans, grumpy enemies and always passing smiles,

have you heard the news? I did. They’re about Miyazaki city, guitarist extraordinaire Cedric Hamelryck (got your copy of PiLT at home, lads?), Morry Ken, then a report about Vietnam’s seaside by yours truly, all this and more in teh May edition of it’s Oh! Music Video News. You click here to see it, or, as usual, on Misaki, the lady below:

If like some tidiness-freaks you felt like picking up the dust, well here’s some, but far more enjoyable than the dirt from your house:

That very dust is the new album from Midrone, you may remember, and you can already take your credit card out of your purse cause it’s waiting for you on Amazon or iTunes, just to name two big shops.

It’s some classy pop, danceable sometimes, with -oh rare thing!- melodies (remember what is a melody?), somehow fighting in a field where some Tony Banks, Duran Duran, Ultravox or the Bee Gees would lazily suntan (if you ever can imagine Tony Banks suntanning…). Cause it’s from Spain, but does it change anything?

The new baby, “Dust“, is slightly conceptual in a way, yet would suit tastes of anyone who’s tapping feet to dance. Didn’t I tell you it’s from Spain? Can you tell by hearing it?

I don’t know Bene personally, but that French lady who loves Japan, and especially Kyûshû -and yeah: Beppu- has a nice cute blog, Bene No Hitoritabi (ベネの一人旅) full of memories about her trips in the Land of the Rising Sushi. Here blog is here and I guess you’re already reading it -yes in French, so what?

Hey we’re looking for news FAQ’s. Who’s gonna write them? You!

OK those were the good news, the bad one is  that the collector PiLT‘s price passed from 25 to 29,99 USD. Crisis, what crisis? Nah, just getting rarer than ever.

Well that’s all for today.

乾杯、

G.S.

Gearboxthon: send automatic cars to Vietnam please!

Have you ever watched a car-enthusiast young kid sitting in the driver seat pretending to drive? He’ll fight with the gearshift, changing gear randomly while the car, you bet it, is still as numb as it can be: you wouldn’t allow it to move.

Of course, you don’t think that any real adult driver would be ignorant to the point of passing from gear 1 to 2 to 3 to 4 to 5 while the car is still running at a turtle speed. Of course.

So it means you’ve never met a Vietnamese taxi driver.

You sure know that Vietnamese traffic is a perpetual congested jam, therefore running quite sloooowly. You’re lucky if it reaches 30 or 40 km/h (or unlucky if you stand on an unstable motorbike driven by a beer-addicted otaku sticked to his mobile phone, matter of point of view). So, any logical driver would probably never use the 4th or 5th gear, unless he uses an high-torqued 1970’s Peugeot Diesel engine (though then you shouldn’t waste your time looking for a 5th gear). Bad news: Vietnamese don’t use Diesel cars.

So who’d be crazy to let a gasoline engine run permanently in sub-regime, vibrating to the point of letting you fear the windshield would explode into pieces? Who’d ever drive a car like a kid uses a toy? No one?
I told you: you’ve never met a Vietnamese taxi driver.

They seem to think that if they paid for 5 gears, they’d better use them all. At any cost. Even if it’s to move at a snail speed. The engine shakes, hurts and is about to stall? No matter.

Some may argue that the slower the engine runs, the lower gasoline it drinks. True and false. While it’s true that keeping a low gear to cruise a high speed (like 50 km/h on first gear) shamelessly wastes fuel, running it too slow has the same effect, even worse: the fuel is incompletely burned, wasted and increases the pollution level. Moreover that behavior damages the engine quicker than a regular smart clever use would do.

Vietnamese car drivers are always leaving me with a moment of sad amazement. Not only they don’t give a shit about anything cheaper than their 4-wheels pride (pedestrian, bike, dog, bicycle are invisible to them, let alone that super-car drivers will despise and ignore any other car that hasn’t costed the same amount of USD), but they’re also rather uneducated when it comes to use the machine itself.

Some sensitive expats will argue that criticizing the Vietnamese culture is a form of colonialism. Instead of whining, next time you invade a country, just bring them automatic gearboxes. (though I’m sadly afraid that Vietnamese drivers would find the way to misuse them either way.)

乾杯、

G.S.

Notes:

☆ I used to write similar words in French language here.

☆ You can read a smart and funny analysis of many of the Vietnamese non-senses on Tabitha’s blog here. Which includes drivers, this goes without saying.

☆ To see who the borrowed images should be credited to, just click on them.

That’s the news, folks, and it’s hot. And it’s… oh!

You know, if you click on the lady up there, she wil tell you some interesting news. Some cherry trees, a report from Holland by yours truly, a sushinterview of two Narcotic Daffodils, Mr Ko Sherman and MC MISAKI are on this special bangumi. 桜、桜!

乾杯!

G.S.

They’re back and they’re not

Don’t hold your breath, Mick & Keith just shook hand and smoke the pipes of peace, you may not see them before 2013. Well that’ll be the 50th anniversary of Charlie Watts joining the Stones, there’s always something to celebrate on the rolling side.

Now if one bad cat doesn’t show, another one is heard meowing not far away. No, not that one, but I mean Cold Chisel.

The best Aussie band, and a strong candidate for the title of best rock band in the World. Well they lost one of their true spirits, Steven Prestwitch, the fine drummer and classy songwriter that yours truly already mentioned somewhere in time, but as usual <cliché cliché>the show must go on</cliché cliché>, therefore they joined forces with a new lad Charley Drayton.

Smartly titled “No Plans” with a beautiful artwork, the new album sounds really promising, through the vibrant single “Everybody”.

More about the new baby here on their site.

Ouch I said “pipes of peace” in the beginning of the post, did I?

Yep, another underrated piece from Sir Paul.

Let me digress a little: if you are vaguely familiar with French music you may have heard a band called Cherche-Midi. It was formed by the son of singer Alain Souchon and son of colleague Laurent Voulzy. Souchon & Voulzy are long-time collaborators, songwriters team and friends. Then their kids decided to team up and make a new generation of Souchon & Voulzy. -if you don’t give a shit about French music, you may feel a desperate urge to yawn.

Let’s go back to Sir Paul. Sir Paul, the man has kids. His band mate John too. Their shy guitarist George too. And the drummer? Yes, him too. And the producer too.

Got the message? A new fantasm is born: a second-generation Beatles.

Some already call them the Beatles 2.0 -to please the geeks who can’t understand anything that wouldn’t fit the users manual of their tablet-, but cool down: it’s just an idea. Some are pleased (McCartney Jr), some not (Starkey).

Let’s look at it: what would be the real use of such an artificial band? I mean, yeah it would be cool. But imagine the pressure on them. They’ll get their own songs, but remember how hard it was to Julian Lennon to sing his own creations… Or they’ll turn out to play their dads’ music, and for a one-off it would ba quite interesting. But a regular band? That would just be a cover band, and hell we already have enough of these pathetic clowns (clones?) now. But if you have to close the door of your cosy home to reach a concert hall and face a tribute band, then… having the sons of the originals is ways more exciting, after all.

To be continued?

乾杯、

G.S.

Antisocial cat goes social?

Dear friends, enemies and passing smiles,

you’ve asked me, I can almost reply: yes there some smell in the air of a Moko-Moko Live. And it smells good. But I still keep cooking, and when I serve the dish I call you. Something else: the “social” media -they call it “social”, gosh……..

Not that I’m really a fan of that social media thing, unless I am working I’m at a tablet factory -which, thanks god, I’m not-, but hey that thing is kinda useful to spread the hots. So, just to let you know, there’s now a Twitter account specially dedicated to the awaken – Snowcat -Nekokawa whatever related news, and it’s simply and arrogantly http://twitter.com/Awaken_Official

Easy, easy. And for that site where people are ahem ‘friends’ and ‘like’ or dislike, that’s here: https://www.facebook.com/snowcatmusic

Oh by the way, for once I wanna get a little personal.  Just a little. Well it was on March 17th, year 2006, that yours truly the Old Cat stepped out of a train in a then unknow place called Beppu. Wow, if I knew how it would change everything…. It quickly became, and heavily remains, something that turned out to be a sweet obsession, and a delicious booster. A magic source of inspiration. Chances are if you like that Awaken stuff, you are kinda interested in that magic city too. Beppu has now a great fan page, We Love Beppu, ran by the great Yûtarô Murayoshi (村吉優太郎). It started gently and it’s growing and growing, I bet you can have a view and know more about the magic source that inspired some of my ‘umble music:

Visit We Love BEPPU (別府)here. (Ah, the bird account is :  http://twitter.com/WeLoveBEPPU)

Let’s end with a heart-warming news, your beloved “Moko Moko Collection” is in Le Petits-Pois, the magazine for Japanese friends living in Belgium. It’s here that you will read.

Have a drink on me!

乾杯、

G.S.

Is the Nord Clavia in the rule book?

But, I mean, there’s nothing in the RULE BOOK that says you’ve GOT to have a bass on there. (Keith Richards)

Yeah, Mr Keef is right. He’s talking about a tune on their (underrated) “Dirty Work” collection. The song was “Had It With You” and, you name it: there’s no bass guitar on it.  No bass synthesizer either. No bass at all. Not an acoustic song, it’s a rock song. With drums, electric guitars, raunchy voice. And, did I tell you? No bass.

Art is all about breaking rules. Then the new thing becomes the rule, you need someone else (or yourself) to break it again. Pretty funny.

Musicians are good at breaking rules, yet sadly better at following them. Musicians have codes too, that make them often as obedient as the society they dream to escape from.

But hey it’s just a human characteristic, for sure. We need codes. But we may need to break them. Sometimes.

The new trend amongst musicians is somehow questionable. Just look: go to a show, hire a keyboardist, check a concert on TV, whatever that features a keyboard player. What do you see? Yeah, that red thing. It blooms as quickly as weed in a Greek ruin. Make a keyboardist proud as a egotistic rooster by complimenting him on his Nord synth. Nord Lead, Clavia or whatever, it has to be red and clean-looking. They’re in the big community of ahem… ‘real’ musicians, those who have the Nord. Young lads, they use their pocket money to get their first Nord keys. More meaningful than their first cigarette. Old farts, they switched their Hammond, OB-X or Mellotron with the red box.

Mass phenomenons have a huge power: to make me cringe. Then I use what mother Nature gave me one cold evening: a brain. So what’s so exciting with the Nord Lead Clavia etcaetera? There must be something. Something that makes some lad actually dream of getting one. So it’s not the price.

OK, the point may be easy to get: lighter than a Hammond, more reliable than a Mellotron, more stable than a CS-80, and plus it has great piano sounds!

Yes pal I got your idea, but still: why the Nord? Cause you know, great organ sounds, Mellotron samples and CS80 patches are mostly on every machine. Some are as light to carry and affordable. So why the hell that red box???

A voice (in the wilderness?) shouts at me: “Why not? What’s the problem with that? You didn’t complain when I was the DX-7! The OB-X! The ‘Tron! The Farfisa! The Emulator! The Fairlight! The Synclavier! (…) “ (I cut the shouting here, you’re not supposed to be scolded).

Yes, after all, I didn’t cringe when it was the DX-7 (and the rest on that list). So why should I be suspicious about the Nord?

Easy: the DX-7 brought something really new. So did the aforementioned keys. Not only could you do anything creative with them, but also you actually did. You can hear something happening when the DX-7 came out. All those new keyboards brought freshness (boredom later maybe, but that’s the lot of any novelty’s life). A record from 1979 would sound differently from one from 1975. Then 1984 is not 1978. In most of cases, you can ‘blame’ it on those machines.

But now… besides the convenient use and reliability, what does the Nord thing bring? New sounds? Never heard any. Either you don’t hear the keys (hello Bon Jovi), either they just shamelessly photocopy the past keys (hello Keene).

Seems that the Nord is perfectly fitting the 2000’s, that sad era where the stars are cover bands and worse: tribute bands. So the Nord makes musicians feel safe. They have the sounds like Led Zeppelin had, they just have to worry to have Robert Plant’s haircut. And safe because they’re in the big club of Nord owners.

Buy 1 Nord Lead, get 1 free Robert-Plant haircut to make your tribute-band sucessful.

The Nord is 2000’s musicians dream because it doesn’t bring anything that would make them feel creative. Just the safe –probably high quality, I admit- sounds that will offer them the gig in I don’t know what lousy copy of Queen. Rock is dying and Nord will be its red tombstone.

乾杯、

G.S.

What’s in the news today?

You know what he two ladies from Miyazaki are doing ? Well, look:

乾杯、

G.S.

Embarrassing question #2

What do you think of free download?

Shit. Depends on… depends, well… it depends. Ah, ah, I know what you can download. For free. Then you can listen. No, Kommissar, keep the handcuffs, some free downloads are legal, they’ve got that license and then police doesn’t ring at your door at 6am.

You know some of the dudes on the “Moko Moko Collection“? Bet you do. Sousbock’s Seb. Sounds Country & Western, Sousbock’s Seb. But it’s not. Kind of French connection, and there’s a record out. You got to deserve it cause it was delayed and delayed, letting fans starving and moaning.

You can get some 9 pieces of what they call French songs, but it’s not just French songs, it’s also a music from a (tortured) mind, though it hardly sounds tortured. Politeness in disguise. Other cats contribute, Trust No One, Qurtis, NicoZark, even yours truly, and a stunning artwork by a graphist named Franck, surely he has a family name but my neurons don’t work overtime so it might be for another post.

Now if the Kommissar points his gun, just say he’d better first get the album, cause I told you there’s a license. To kill?

www.sousbock-fr.com

1 – Vogue au loin

2 – Ordinaire

3 – L’amitié ne s’use que si l’on ne s’en sert pas

4 – Faussaire

5 – Phobie

6 – Si belle était Lily…

7 – Naufragé

8 – Le vide et l’imparfait

9 – Étincelle

乾杯、

G.S.

Embarrassing question #1

What kind of music do you play?

-… (embarrassing silence).

What kind of music do you play?

Not that I hate the question. Just that I hate the answer.

I don’t know. Well yes there’s a slice of everything I steal hear and there and everywhere, but that doesn’t define the music that you hear. The whole package must be something else than just a ‘style of music’.

Then the business gurus are clear: “You must define your music. If not, the audience doesn’t know on which feet to start to dance”.

So the gurus tell you have to reveal everything in order to get an ear open from the holy audience.

When I discover some unknown cats, what will decide me to play their 33rpm? Attractive artwork. Reputation. Curiosity. Story. Relation. Recommendation. Mystery. Intuition. Whatever. But in no case would I get excited by such a boring definition such as “We are a rock band with a touch a country and punk violin”. I’m that old-style, I know.

It's "only" rock'n'roll?

In a blurrier past, I carelessly said ‘progressive music’ to whom asked me, cause you can put that label on anything. Any music stepping in a hard-to-understand direction is, in a way, progressive. That’s the definition: it progresses.

But then the prog fans came and shook their knives: “you can’t call your shit prog, cause prog belongs to us, you don’t have Steve Howe licks and why your songs don’t talk about elves and gnomes and Lord of the Rings and Medieval monsters?

I got their angry message, the label ‘progressive’ can’t be used, unless you have a tattoo by Roger Dean.

Fair enough, I guess there’s some soul and artistic views, so ‘plastic soul’ would be appropriate. Gosh no, David Bowie did that back in 1974. I can’t even pretend he stole it from me.

Music is all about attraction and mind control, this explains it turned out to be ‘magnetic soul’.

Ah, ‘art-rock’ is close to reality. Magnetic soul is reaching music where it’s not supposed to be. It is an artistic relationship between things, events, emotions. Art rock then. Deal?

Or ‘goro-goro music’ (ゴロゴロ), cause if you’re a cat you goro-goro cause you’re so pleased. Deal.

乾杯、

G.S.

Ps: do you have more embarrassing questions? Send them in the comments box, I may reply, you never know. Dare?

モコモコ・コレクション

No words today. Just a video for you. There are some cats. We’ll talk about this later. Ah and a bonus, if you click on the artwork.

乾杯、

G.S.

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