HOLY FUCK.

i'm out of time, as usual.
if everything's turn as it supposed to do, next week must be easier, and posts will be more importants and/or on a higher frequency.

read it.
listen it.
watch it.
love it.
kick it.
hate it.
thanks.

oh yes. new job is great, even if i gotta absorb 215846 tons of informations (covers, artists, editors, distributors, ...) per minute ; but ot's cool, indeed.
and life ? well, more soon.

NUMBERZ.

1 : number of record that cannot leave the turntable these last days (some old Ray Bryant shit, cool as fuck).
2 : number of good friends who probably doesn't know each other, but who lives in the same street, near the Rex Club in Paris.
2 : number of bottles of one liter and a half that i drink on a daily basis by now.
5 : number of new babies around in less than a year.
6 : amount, in euros, that my cat Mooch coast me in his pet house, waiting for me to got my next apartment keys...
8 : number of records of cd's from The Agriculture that i dig these last weeks.
10 : number of days without seing Drine who's probably swimming in the Mediteranean sea while your'e reading this (variations of weather not included). lucky her, uh. 8)
12 : numbers of positives feedbacks and/or questions about either Drine's artwork and/or the comics workshop we work on since last week's ceremony of prize for some comics contest in our town.
41 : numbers of people who got some invitation for Matthieu-and-I birthday party, @ Everland's place, in december.
434 : number of Casterman books i ordered for the opening of the bookshop where i'll work in around 1 month.
448 : number of Fremok, L'Association, Cornelius, Ego-Comme-X, Atrabile and other various little indy publishers books i ordered. 8)
652 : the amount, in euros, of doing some reservation for my next apartment.
690 : the amount, in euros, that somebody stole me while burglarizing my new company's restroom as a special "welcome" message for my very first day.
691 : minimal number of times i told to myself how such an asshole i am to be so entrusting with the security of this company, minimal number of times i told me "fuck me fuck me fuck me", minimal number of times i promised to myself to never got this money with me, and not on a check, for example.
7844 : total number of comics that i ordered for the opening of the bookshop where i'll work in around 1 month.

FRENCH SPEAKING ONLY.

if you googlize with the name of my girlfriend, you can find (along other shit) the webpage that some local (very local) (and when i say very local, you got the point, uh) newspaper did on her, about her prized artwork she did for some national comic contest.
yeah i know that you don't give a fuck about it, except if you're some friend of her, studying in Strasbourg, for example - hello manue 8) - but you shouldn't don't give a fuck, really. 8)
cause it's bad.
more soon.

DECEPTION.

first, Sage Francis was supposed to come. and then he gave up.
second, at first i was glad to go there. and then a few days before i went sick with a bad cold.
this is not the end my friends :

after the last weekend (and TTC, dj Spooky, Emile Simon, dj Food and the others @ Ososphere/Strasbourg, and re-TTC @ Brainans), i was pretty happy to see Boom Bip and Gold chains. i'm not a big fan of Gold Chains, but his sense of humour and his collaboration with Kit Clayton made me curious about seing his live ; well, i won't talk about him.

Boom Bip. well, what can i say ? this guy made some of the best music i've heard in years, going through electronic sad pieces to lo-fi hip hop twisted with this now famous Anticon flavour. well, the whole anticon crew are some of the best open minded people i saw for years, too, going through the whole spectrum of "music" while doing their shit and producing such cooool pieces of shit on many labels.

so, i went to see this guy, Boom Bip.

and i saw 3 guys on stage, clearly not happy to play in Dijon, don't giving a shit about showng that they're glad that us bored frenchs are buying their stuff and helping making the "alternative" its own way through this fuckers business.
3 guys, one doing some Classic (with a capital "C") drums ; the second playing bass (Ramones t-shirt included, and a little MPC near him, who knows ?) like your average neighbour's older brother ; and our pal Boom Bip, wearing a beeeeaaaautiful San Francisco record shop t-shirt, playing with on his guitar like if he was discovering the joy of larsen in his student bedroom, some headphones on his head.

shit. what does it means ? i'm really ok for something different, even if i don't like all of it, at all. and i was really glad to see them comin on stage with electric guitar, even if i'm not a big fan of this instrument. after all, if they don't do something different, who will do it ?
so we go through around 30 minutes (maybe less) of bad atmospheric slow rock, complete with bad pedals delay effects and a little bit of "did you saw how i experiment, french audience ?" attitude when squeezing his guitar in front of speakers. sequences launched from his laptop were lazy and not good, and it seems like they didn't knew that their friends were playing in the same time, too.

fuck off !
Boom Bip ? i really love his shit and all, i buy (and no i'm not one of these suckers, so-called "politicaly incorrect" Anticon fans who only soulseeking for getting the Anticon shit, i personnaly buy some of this stuff, godamm it, with my fuckin money, holy shit !) stuff from him for years by now.
i don't know how many times i played "want" that he did with Slug, or how i was glad to check "circle" that he did with Dose One, or his recent shit on Lex. but come on, dude. we need some serious shit when we go to see Boom Bip. and not just some kind of californian laidback pseudo post rock, even with the Floyd' reminiscences or [PUT THE NAME OF THIS COLLEGE ROCK BAND YOU GOT IN YOUR UNIVERSITY BACK IN THE YEARS] memories...
i didn't wait for anything clear when i get to Dijon on saturday night ; either guitars, mpc, bass or drums are fine for me, come with some harmonica/rocking chair or tablas if you want, i don't give a fuck as far as it sounds serious. but what played saturday while this "gig" was clearly some average white band who were more oriented on the quality of their mid-ass attitude than their show, or more importantly, of their music.

too sad.

FRENCH COMIC SHIT FROM THE LAST 2 WEEKS. and that i've read, that's it. 8)

so it means there's also translations (from US or Japan, among other various countries), and not only NEWS but also stuff that i totally missed by the past but jumped on these last days.
as far as i'll find a place with people as nice thoses from bulledair (probably the more open minded french website about comics) for using covers (all the following are comin' from bulledair), i'll throw US comics covers of my last purchases/readings, which are still the most exciting stuff that i read monthly.

it's quite shitty and useless, but it looks like i work on my blog nowadays, which is not true at all. 8)



tomorrow is my last "free" day, as even if i started my new job recently, the "real" working time isn't scheduled for right now.
i'm still in Besancon by now, untill mid-november, talki... uh, working with Thierry among others. Dijon will be heavier and i think i'll have to read more bad shit, more shitty stuff from french/belgium comic school. so let me take some rest with the best stuff i've read for the last weeks. 8)