Took the libery of translating, via Babel Fish, to English. Apologies for it
being one big block of text. Go to Babel Fish and put in the URL for an
easier read.
All the best,
Jonathan
In spite of one floppée the individual mirifiques ones, a compilation and a
first album, The Clientele remain always unknown in our regions. It is hoped
that the exit of "Strange Geometry", new album of the group of Alasdair
McLean, James Horney and Mike Keen, arranged by our Louis Philippe national,
as well as a first - finally! - French concert within the framework of our
POPparties will change durably gives it. As a setting in mouth, Alasdair
made us the honor present by the menu the pieces which make "Strange
Geometry". In 1997, I received a letter of my friend Julian: I had not
recorded a disc, but I was going to begin my first, and it imagined the
perfect sound for my group, the sound of the suburbs, which it considered
like "a impregné place of this magic imminent starting feeling, cranes at
the horizon, the echo in the streets, sight without end on the motorway,
like a decoration for the dreams, the love, the hope, the invoices of
laundry, the writing of letters, reading of books to the library. Reality is
erased in the private atmosphere of air, nourished by dreams without hope,
the hypnotic trouble and of the last billboards to the colors of
chewing-gum. Now imagines how that would be to be in love in a so unreal
place!". I wrote a series of songs, finally compiled under the name of
"Suburban Light", around these impressions, and I wanted to turn over
towards the same territories with "Strange Geometry", but in this moment, I
had lived in London during eight years, much travelled, and I knew that this
magic is also with work elsewhere. This album was described like sad and
phantasmagoric, and I think that it is it. Finally, I think that it is an
album which evokes the city, like Paris of Philippe Soupault in "the last
Nights of Paris" or mixes it of Edinburgh and London in "The City of
Dreadful Night" of James Thompson: "The moving moon and stars from east to
west Circle before her in the sea of air; Shadows and gleams glide round her
solemn rest. Her subjects often gauze up to her there: The strong to drink
new strength of iron endurance, The weak new terrors; all, renew' D
insurance And confirmation of the old to despair." Since K Got Over Me I
remember to have read that the madness of the writer Mary Lamb had been
announced by giddinesses, "as if somebody had dug a hole in its cranium and
y had insufflated tepid air". It is a song which speaks because of surveying
the streets without precise destination. What awaits us the corner of the
street? Why can't we decide where to go? (I Can' T Seem to) Make You Mine a
song, a feverish dream in connection with the Beautiful one and the Animal,
when the string quartet leaves place with the piano, it is as if midnight
sounded: fits with body soon will transform itself into pumpkin, the lights
of the collective offices will ignite, the subway will start itself,
adventure the one night will be erased memory gradually. The world will
become again identifiable - but for one moment of beauty and terror, we did
not know any more where we were. Does My Own Face Inside the Trees "In those
moments when everything slides into place Above the hum of wheels And the
garden slides past, through have window of dust Receeding alone and unreal"
(David Lygon - Paradise Gates) Whereas you are on board a bus, you see a
gate in the medium of pines agitated by the wind - it acts of the entry of
Dante towards "black wood", or of an access to another thing? How to make to
face the weeks, the months which pass? * * * We now have business with a
sound joining which begin with a rattling in short drawn from "the
Apocalypse from Jean" from Pierre Henry, continue with a recording carried
out at the interior of a Parisian church, and end in a kind of electric
storm, as if one were it adjusting a remote radio, a radio of a distant city
washed by the rain, old woman of tens of years, or of the future. You now
listen to the programming of this station - that hits! K It is a song for
the survivors, for the shipwrecked men, going on the tracks of a haunted
plain, which sounds as the eternal note of sadness that Matthew Arnold in
its poem upsetting evokes "Dover Beach". E.M.P.T.Y. I think that it is the
darkest song of the album. Bitterness, confusion, hallucination, and the
nightmarish feeling that nothing has value. Arrangements of cords of Louis
Philippe give to this song a beauty baroque which dissimulates almost its
heart of darkness. When I Cam Home From dead the Party But our friends still
go, type us on the shoulder whereas one staggers, drunk, until on our
premises. I think that that comes from terrifying the vision of people whom
it regarded as spiritually dead crossing London Bridge by T.S. Elliott in
"The Wasteland", but my deaths are friends absent, who seem rather less
friendly now. They wander through the streets of the city and one sees them
in the medium of the crowd and the steps of door, in the declining light.
They end up being based in crowd, among the many faces lit by the sun and
with your great horror you cannot distinguish deaths any more from the alive
ones. Geometry of Lawns the strange feeling - a light suspicion - that the
shapes of the world are a little bit too aesthetic, a little bit too
geometrical. Are we, with the directions which Borges gave in this term,
lost, wandering around a minor detail of a vaster work of art, or are us the
punctuation marks of an unimaginable language? Spirit "Forget butt the
bitterness of life" ("the bitterness of the life Forgets"), sing Wild Swans
on "Bitterness". I love the humanity of these words, and I wanted to write
something of similar. But it became very pessimistic and full with
discouragement, finally. In an obvious way, the words and the melodies refer
to "Disorder", of Joy Division. Now that I write this text, I am dismayed
enough to have written as many depressive songs for this disc. Impossible
Mallarmé wrote: "But, at which dream gilds Tristement sleeps a mandore With
the hollow nothing musician" It seems to me that it describes something of
impossible - "the musician with the hollow nothing". We are back thus to the
periphery of the life, attending the impossible one. It is only in these
dead ends of red brick houses, in the medium of the heaps of rubble, the
bulldozers, bouquets of terns rhododendrons which we can really pass on
other side of the mirror. Rare grass of a waste ground, frozen under the
last gleam of January, Roland, the who cursed knight of the poem of Robert
Browning, spouts out inside the album. I would have liked that we add
hunting horn to this passage! '... Names in my ears Of all the lost
adventurers my peers, - - How such has one was strong, and such was bold,
And such was fortunate, yet each of old Lost, lost! one moment knelled the
woe of years. There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, puts To view the
last of me, has living room frame For one more picture! in A sheet of flame
I saw them and I knew them all. And yet Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I
set, And blew. "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower cam.' Robert Browning -
"Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Cam" Step Into the Light a simple love
song, which evokes me the fact of wandering on Embankment, at the edge of
the Thames, to walk all the evening. When Louis played me his arrangements
of cords, the tears came to me to the eyes, they sounded to some extent
Parisian. I am rather proud play of guitar on this piece. Losing Haringey I
wrote this history years ago, under the influence of Julio Cortazar, the
large poet of the impossible one. With the origin, I wanted that this piece
is instrumental, but I had added a track of voice stupidly, that I hated.
Unfortunately, all the others insisted to keep it. I knew that it would be
necessary me to use of enough aggressive arguments to make them change
opinion, therefore I decided to read this history. Louis Philippe heard, and
insisted to add cords to him. Finally, it is the song-key of the album, and
perhaps even of our career until now, so much it highlights and clarifies
all the topics which we explored. The Six of Spades "The Six of Spades" is a
petition, a prayer so that the weight of the existence falls from our
shoulders, that one escapes from it for only one moment. Certain parts were
inspired by the beautiful poem of Robert Graves, "The White Goddess". I hope
that that closes the album on a more positive note. "All saints revile her,
and all sober men, ruled by the god Apollo' S golden delicious mean, in
scorn of which we sailed to find her, In distant areas likeliest to know
her, She whom we desired above all things to know, Sister of the mirage and
the echo.... Green sap of spring in the Young Wood to astir, will celebrate
the mountain mother, and every songbird shout has while for her, goal I
amndt gifted, even in November, rawest of seasons, with so huge has sense,
of her nakedly worn magnificence, that I forget all cruelty and past
betrayal, heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall." Remarks
collected and translated by Guillaume Sautereau
-----Original Message-----
From: owner-lacewings@xxxxxxxxxxxxx [mailto:owner-lacewings@xxxxxxxxxxxxx]
On Behalf Of Marianna
Sent: 09 October 2005 22:37
To: lacewings@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: lacewings: Update from the Road
Hello,
I'm not actually on the road anymore having got back
from Offenbach this morning, but here's some
observations/news:
The band are on a roll at the moment after great shows
in Sweden & Hamburg(best show so far!), and I have
left them with a box of 'It's Art Dad'!
For anyone going to the Paris show in a couple days
time, Popnews look like they are giving away a pair of
tickets at their website. The also did a special
feature with Alasdair where he discussed 'Strange
Geometry' in great detail. This is here:
http://www.popnews.com/popnews/clienteleitw2/#2487
and is in French for the most part.
Cheers,
Marianna
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