I was given a heads-up to check out the Trailer Park Boys movie just about a year ago.  So I got a look at their full length, low budget film.  It was funny.  But I guess I just didn’t happen to watch any of the regular season episodes at that time.  So that, as they say, was that.

Or it would have been, if it wasn’t for justin.tv and a constantly streaming channel on the justin.tv network that broadcasts Trailer Park Boys 24 hours a day – constantly – without any interruptions of any kind, including commercials.

It turns out there are seven huge seasons of regular episodes and tons of other odds and ends.  I think it takes about 20 hours before any of it repeats.  So you can watch it all day and all night and get completely drawn into the dementedly hilarious world of Sunnyvale Trailer Park.  After a few hours Ricky and Julian and Bubbles and the whole gang start to seem like real people.  Before you know it you can’t turn it off.  If this goes on much longer I may have to place a phone call for help.  Seriously.

This show is the single funniest television comedy ever created.  Canada should be proud as all Hell.  Rare indeed is a television comedy that can actually make me laugh.  Most of them are hardly more amusing than the stupid commercials that play in the breaks.  Some of them, like that thing Charlie Sheen is plodding his way through with that dude who looks like Ferris Bueller but isn’t, are downright sad.

But when I watch Trailer Park Boys I laugh out loud ten times in twenty minutes.

One of the most amazing things about this show is how hypnotizing it is.  The humble, simple characters are displayed with all their endearing foibles hanging out in the breeze as it wafts through the trailer park.  Time ebbs and flows.  A lot of booze gets guzzled.  Gunshots are exchanged from time to time, mostly harmlessly.  A lot of shopping carts and car stereos get ‘re-marketed.’  Drama and conflicts occur and get resolved and occur all over again in a seemingly endless cycle.  This cast could keep a campus full of Social Anthropologists busy for decades, maybe forever.  I am learning truthisms about the human condition that Victor Hugo would have been proud to have incorporated into his work.  (And yes the Trailer Park Boys go to prison (from time to time) and yes they are very philosophical about it and so yes I do think mentioning ancient and revered Victor Hugo in a web log review of a television show set in a modern-times trailer park is valid and substantiated, thank you very fxxxing much.)

Make sure you check it out.  Click this thumbnail to experience it for yourself.     - CMH

Watch TRAILER PARK BOYS on justin.tv

I woke up. Day 2. I survived.

I managed to teach four children and laughed. Not pretending. Yes I ached within and felt deeply wounded, but somehow my laugh co-existed with the laments.

When the year is eclipsing, I always love to ask the children to write down wishes for the new year for I too am a dreamer. Children are direct and honest and daring in their dreams and so it’s always more satisfying to dream with them. Grown-ups have too many self-imposed constraints that make their dreams very boring.

Paul wants a dinosaur that does not eat anything. That is fun. But he is also practical: a watch, sleep with mom. He also writes: more Miss Dora.

 ”What do you want more Miss Doras for?” I asked. He said, “To play.” I sneered and gave him a comprehension to work on (see, I am not what you think I am).

Before class, I sat in church, (re)reading Ecclesiastes 3. Always like Ecclesiastes for it carries something very non-Bible-like. I read very slowly. “There is an appointed time for everything.” I repeated. An appointed time. Everything. Give birth. Die. Plant. Uproot. Kill. Heal. Tear down. Build up. Weep. Laugh. Mourn. Dance. Embrace. Shun. Search. Give up. Keep. Throw away. Be silent. Speak.

“He (God) has made everything appropriate in its time.”

Not quite sure if that’s a consolation or a self-numbing mechanism. His time. His appropriate appointed time.

I ask myself: “At this very time, what should you do?” 

“It’s time to rest. It’s time to let go. It’s time to cease pursuing. It’s time to let the universe take care of you. It’s time to stop hurting yourself and depriving your desires. It’s time to untie the knot on your neck that is choking you.  It’s time to breath. It’s time to let true love find you. It’s time to truly rest.”

2009 is an amazing (amusing) year. Full in every single sense.

Full of joy and sorrows: deeper connections but also connections severed. Full of adventures and challenges: Myanmar, Laos, Vietnam, North America, Inside out. Full of dreams and sleepless hours: things to pursue and things to let go. Full of healing and also open wounds: healing from a 2-decade-long Bulimia and yet more miles ahead to reach further healing.

Full of confusion and clarity. Full of myself but also loss of myself.

Two incidents that made me move over from confusion to clarity (to, perhaps,  confusion again), from having an identity to a doubt on my identity (hopefully eventually find it again.)

Two blows. When a sister whom I spirtually look up to and have strong connection with wrote to me, “Dora, you’re not in the family (of Christ) and you’re never born again,” I was devastated. Don’t get me wrong. I hold no grudges and resentments on her, and I still think much about her and love her. But that sentence did dismantle me. I thought for 8 years, I was indeed a Christian. I thought if I had gone astrayed, you could call me a prodigal daughter. But it’s a different thing when you’re NOT even a daughter (didn’t quality to be a prodigal daughter). “Sorry, you know what, you’re never really in.”

Spirtually, who I am does not exist (at least from a religious perspective). When something you have been carrying and deeply believing for 8 years suddenly gets stripped away (even it was only my own willful thought and illusion), I stand there, naked, confused, and lost.

The moment when he said, “You are a dear friend of my heart and soul.” I realized I had been mistaken by myself. I again illusionalized myself. I thought I was in a relationship, being with someone who saw me differently, regarded me more than a friend. You cannot really qualify to grieve for a break up because “Kiddo, you’re not really in a relationship” after couple years of closeness.

That blow was deeper. Truly, it’s not the fault of another party, but my willfulness and illusion. An emotional identity for these past couple years that I thought I had turns out nothing but a mistaken self-indulgent illusion. I stand on one side of the grand canyon and see the other person on the other side of the canyon and realize how far apart we really are. I stand there, naked, confused, and lost.

When what you are spiritually is not (not even no longer, but NOT at all) what you think you are, when what you are emotionally and relationally is not (not even no longer, but NOT at all) what you think you are, you almost have to freeze time and space and every aspect of life so as to ask: “What the heck you are.”

When you cannot freeze time and space and life, you know what, you freeze yourself for you don’t know how to live when you don’t know what you really are. You work, you eat, you shit, but you don’t live. Living fully requires a clear sense of self identity which you are currently (hopefully only currently) doesn’t have.

On a kinder note, I recall Anais Nin’s words: “We don’t see things as they are; we see them as we are.” That was indeed what I saw, a Christian, a girlfriend, even it was a mistake, mismatch, missing-the-mark and messed-up thought.

I woke up, from a more-or-less-alright night of rest. I climbed out of bed and greeted my mom in the kitchen. At least, biologically, I am her daughter. At least, my flesh and bone suggests.

Confusion leads to clarify, and vice versa. But to live 2010 (fully) the way I desire, I cannot put myself on a religion, on a person anymore to define me anymore. I may not know perfectly who I am and what I am, but at least I know who and what I am NOT. NOT. NOT. When there are a lot of “danger” signs to tell you where not to go, hopefully there remains a path where I can truly find me.

2010 is going to be another amazing (amusing) year. I will laugh my head off if my mom comes and says, “You know, I picked you up on the street couple decades ago.”

“How are you?” he asked.

“I am doing great,” I answered, while balancing my bike, putting the ear phone to my cell phone, trying not to drop my leather backpack.

I heard my own echoes on the phone, “I am doing great.” I muttered to myself again and after a while I told my own soul in heart, “My friends’ intercession did pull me out of the Sheol of my soul.”

At first I was excited to go to the new home to take some measurement, but the landlord wanted me to go two weeks later. I have run into enough detours recently to develop a second nature to embrace setbacks and welcome surprises. So instead of Lamma Island, in the southern tip of HK, I headed north to Tai Mei Tuk in Taipo.

At first, my intention was only to site visit for I am to take a bunch of kids there for an outing. It turned out to be a very self-pampering day. The transportation took a while and by the time I got there it’s afternoon. I looked for a place to have a bite and ended up sitting in a Mediterranean restaurant, dipping home-made bread in balsamic vinegar and olive oil, swirling pasta in clam sauce with a fork, chatting with the waiter and owner.

Even I myself did not know how I was lifted out of the pit of melancholy to the simple sense of joy.  After a delightful and delicious lunch, I decided to take a bike ride around Taipo. I always love cycling. The bike rental was incredibly cheap and I pedaled along the dam thinking: I should have brought him here before.

Yes. There have been a lot of sorrows and remorse. Among shattered pieces of a longing dream I picked up bits and ashes to build something different. I told myself, “You have lived long enough in “half-life” and “half-death”, you have killed yourself enough times, you cannot afford to squander life again.” Therefore in the midst of brokeness I found myself resist to linger in sorrows for too long. Rather, I want to embrace life at all costs, live it, fight for it, and honour it.

When the phone rang, I was showered by the sun, and was enjoying a spiritual spa in Hong Kong. There are indeed a lot to love in this city.

He asked me, “What are you doing?” I told him I just had a great lunch, rented a bike, cycling by the water. His response was, “Dora, get a job!”

Yes, what kind of job would offer such luxury. I cannot help thinking, “I am spoiled.”

It was much easier to talk after we had endured the most difficult talk and came to the verge of taking divergent paths. I think part of me has let go — my sentiments, my thoughts and my voice. I let them spill on the land where we step and continue to move on with my life.

“Dora, remember, there’s nothing you can do to make me love you. There’s nothing you have done wrong.”

I know he spoke truth, although it was hard to believe. I reckoned it as truth not because of the credibility of a human soul. But I recognize it as truth precisely because it’s how God loves us. True love is really as such. Nothing you can do to earn it; nothing you can do to lose it. Anything you earn to have, or you screw up to lose — isn’t love. It can be sense of possession, recognition, acceptance, gifts, partnership, togetherness, handbags, quality time, marriage even but love. Love by nature has nothing to do with our performance and merits. We can lose or earn many things, but love cannot be achieved in the same way.

“I believe that. I know it’s true. Love by nature is that.  If we have to work for it or earn it, it’s not love. It’s something on top of love perhaps. Or worse even, fears. We work  for fear we lose love.True love can never be lost. God – love – isn’t something we earn or we can lose.”

We might be million miles apart in my spiritual, life, relational, and personal choices, but often time we do share thoughts very much in common.

“Haven’t we spent couple years showing each other this? When I told you, “Take it for granted that I love you.” I know it’s true. For love has to be taken for granted.”

Before we ended, I said a prayer. He replied, “God must love us very much. He must be trying to show us His love by bringing the other person to say such things to each other. It can’t be a coincidence.”

There remains a lot of uncertainty and wounds to be healed. We salute to each other — thousands miles apart — with a sense of respect and a sense of awe.  We may not know what we really are to each other. One thing we know for sure is that we are faithful pilgrims.

Immanual. God with us. Perhaps it’s really not about us. It’s Him revealing Him over and over again.

As for what path(s) we will take. I have no clue. Recently I reread Robert Frost’s Road Not Taken. I wonder:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

Way leads on to way. Life is made of little decisions, I believe, not huge ones. Little ones that inevitably lead us further further away from other paths. When you want to turn back, alas, you may never again.

But, one can only pick up one’s backpack, and continue the journey of life, greeting other pilgrims on the path, “Buon camino.” Look at the sun. Rest in a pilgrim hostel. Eat. Sing. Write. Live. That’s the least we can do, or perhaps most we should do — show up to life.

This is what he looks like thanks to Rob Pattinson’s hair, half of his eye brows, Ian Somerhalder’s eyes and half of his brows, Chris Carrabba’s nose and ears, Jake Gyllenhaal’s mouth and chin and Julien Hedquist’s body.

I adore Placebo. Molko’s voice can make anybody miserable. You either love it or hate it.
Saw them Thursday at Ahoy, Rotterdam (wonderful place). And after other concerts here in Netherlands I conclude: Dutch people don’t dance!!! Cultural differences?! I danced.

Videos (log in on FB):

Mmmeds

http://www.facebook.com/#/video/video.php?v=196135581020&ref=mf

Julien

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=196135581020&saved#/video/video.php?v=196141506020&ref=mf

julien from nantes…

came by this designer/illustrator’s website and find the experimental work interesting…
and wishing i can do some of these…

1 of my favourite is the pompon font…

fluffy & nice..
and seeing it in black & white is quite fun…
like little light bulbs…switched on…or off…or dimmed…

Matt from the Nokia Daily News recently interviewed Julien Fourgeaud of the Symbian Foundation, in this interview they touched on present and future of the Symbian Foundation and they also covered the migration from S60 to SF2 to SF3, upcoming hardware, QT, and new manufacturers on board with Symbian. Enjoy!

Leute, ich bin verliebt. Mich hat’s voll erwischt.

Nach einem Bummeltag in Namur mit Nelli, Bernadette, Melanie und Moi, einem vegetarischen Döner, Arnes Weihnachtsgeschenk und nem Speculoosmilchshake und Colatrinken bei Quick, brachten Melanie und ich Moi zum Bahnhof. Er konnte zum Glück noch ein Ticket kaufen und nahm dann den Zug nach Bruxelles Gare du Nord und von dort aus den Bus nehmen.

Wir Mädels sind dann in die Piano Bar aufgebrochen: Gerammelt voll. Es hatte sich wohl herumgesprochen, dass die Band ziemlich rockt und so mussten wir ein bisschen um unsere Plätze kämpfen. Nelli war nicht sooo begeistert von der Musik – sie steht eher auf R’n'B, aber ein bisschen Spaß hatte sie glaub ich trotzdem.

Ein Kriek zur Aufwärmung und später ein Chimay Bleue (wieder 9 Volt ) und soooo geile Musik und fette Stimmung. Ich hatte extra eine Kamera mitgebracht, um Fotos zu machen! Zum Glück! Immer wieder lief der Kameramann für die DVD ins Bild, aber ich konnte einige nette Schnappschüsse machen. Bernadette hat sogar ein kleines Video für euch gemacht; ignoriert einfach den fetten Arsch vom Wirt

(Ich hab euch da mal was vorbereitet)

Der Gitarrist war RICHTIG gut und Melanie und ich hatten uns so ausgedacht, wir könnten auch Groupies werden, dann haben wir wenigstens was zu tun!

Fotos gibt’s hier!

Viele Grüße aus Namur, Hauptstadt der Wallonie!

Janika

On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.

We were having a very tough conversation. I asked, “Can I have a song?”

He sang Carpenter’s Close To You. I was sitting in Cosmo, hearing his singing on the phone. I felt I was building a wall in my heart with little bricks as I heard his singing. Defensing myself — defensing love for I sometimes love feels like hurt.

He used to pamper me with his singing. It’s getting less frequent. I still remember we were somewhere in Laos perhaps, or Vietnam. He sang the song, twisting the lyrics a bit, “Why do birds fall down from the sky?”

I would laugh. “Birds fall down from the sky…” It was almost unbearable to hear that song. Two souls in love yet cannot seem to be able to find a way.

“I am so afraid,” he said. “I know, so freaking afraid, and for too long,” I bluntly replied, and thought I was a little too direct perhaps. “What are you most afraid of?” I asked.

He said, “Right now, afraid of losing you. On any given day, I am afraid of having you.”

I did not know how to respond. I know it’s true. I respect truths. Every ache you have, you can be quite sure I ache as well. Every sense of loss you harbour, you can be sure you’re not the only one feeling that. When you sang me the song, I remember couple months ago, I was dining at a Japanese restaurant, in which the song was played. I raised my cell phone to record it and send it to your answering machine.

I guess. Somehow, we are pathetically near.

Green visited the graveyard of my previous blog and dug out some dry bones of my old writings. The following was written in March, 2007, three months prior to my taking a pilgrimage across Spain.

“The reason I am still figuring out — why go to Spain. Why am I always so keen on having a reason for doing anything. Why can’t I just take it as a vacation. Why feel so guilty about taking time off. Why can’t you just be there for no reason. When all the apparent “reasons” like experiencing a walk, learning a language, meeting a friend, seem fail to satisfy your soul, I even want to leave this ticket alone. There is. There is. Perhaps the reason is only to be unfolded when you’re there. We can never see too far.”

Today, November 28, 2009, two years and a half after that post. I can say, “Truly, the reason is only to be unfolded when you’re there. We can never see too far.”

 That summer, that walk in Spain, has turned my life upside down.

A week ago, I was on the phone with Julien, someone I met during that walk, whom I trotted ample journeys in SE Asia, China and North America with for these couple years and whom I have traveled vastly emotionally and spiritually. I said to him, “Hey, I read my diary other day, on my second day of the walk, and I wrote, “Today I met someone from US on the road.”

He laughed while  I continued, “When I wrote that, I had not a clue what you  would do to me in the following two years.”

Now, I  have lost my words.

I don’t know how to relate to him anymore.

Yet, I think, the same thought still applies, “Perhaps the reason is only to be unfolded when you’re there. We can never see too far.”

Are we parting?

What will become of us?

Perhaps couple years down the road, I will have a better idea.

Two kids, Paul and Brittany, always like to make a fuss of their mechanical pencils. Grabbing, fighting, whining, pleasing, begging, pleading, complaining, screaming, snatching, coercing, guilt-trapping — they employ ever single mechanism on planet earth in humanity to want to get a mechanical pencil from the hand of the other.

Today I had a lesson with these brother and sister. As usual, one wanted a mechanical pencil on other other’s hand and the battle began.

I asked, “Kids, would it please you a lot if you have a mechanical pencil as your Christmas present?”

Both nodded whole-heartedly.

Paul said, “Miss Dora, can you get me a Jump Pop pen?”

Brittany followed, “Yes, Jump Pop is the second best mechanical pencil in the world.”

I never heard of Jump Pop and rarely used mechanical pencil, but wanted to find out more, “How much is it?”

Both said in synchronized their stares and voices and said, “It is EIGHTEEN dollars.”

I thought, okay, eighteen isn’t too bad. Of course, for little kids, eighteen can be a colossal amount.

“If Jump Pop is the second best, which one is the best?” I asked.

Brittany waved the pink mechanical pencil in her hand and said, “This one, X-Gel is the best. It’s 140 dollars.”

Both nodded and agreed X-Gel was the best.

I could not helping asking, “Kids, if you have the best already, why bother getting the second best?”

They did not give me any response. I could not help being curious, and asked again, “Seriously, if you have the best already, why bother getting the second best?”

When once again I was given no response, I knew the question was not for them. A voice echoed within the chamber of my own soul, and I asked myself, “Dora, what you have is the best already, why bother about the second best.”

I dropped the question because I knew something compels the kids for Jump Pop even they have X-Gel. I know myself, something compels me for Julien even if I have the best — X-God — already.

A must-have item this fall is the biker jacket. And I picked my favorites with a little explanation why I choose that particular jacket. You can click on the pictures to see them in full size.

This is my absolute favorite. But it’s really the overall outfit that does it for me. The model plus the jewelry makes it look so chic. The jacket is from Blumarine.

Picture: style.com

And then there’s this amazing biker jacket by Diesel. The gradient effect in the shape of smoky swirls plus the black and gray in the jacket make it look so mysterious.

Picture: style.com

Picture: style.com

This jacket from Julien Macdonald has an military edge to it, yet it still manages to stay chic. The things on the shoulders are kind of abstract which is why really love this jacket. The shape of the jacket  itself is so minimalistic but the ’spikes’ on the shoulders gives the garment that extra boost. You shouldn’t wear this jacket when your broad-shouldered though. But I think that speaks for itself.

This vintage jacket from the 80’s was on the website of Nasty Gal. The oversized tuxedo lapels look amazing in combination with the black leather and the gold buttons.

You can buy this jacket for 248 dollars on nasty gal.

Picture: shopnastygal.com

Nous voici fin Novembre, et déjà le fond de l’air se fait plus frais, les décorations de fêtes apparaissent dans les rues, et les denrées hivernales abondent sur les étals.

Ce petit week-end hivernal a commencé vendredi soir avec un bon repas chez Ti-Couz, crêperie bretonne de SF. Au menu, Soupe à l’oignon, crêpe et cidre. Miam ! L’occasion pour notre ami JC, habituellement localise en Inde, de nous rendre une petite visite et de… découvrir les specialités locales
Puis petit tour à l’Elbo Room, bar sympa de SF sur Valencia St, pour finir tranquillement la soirée.

Le samedi était prévu de longue date le repas de pre-thanksgiving, avec mes amis Gilles et Delphine, ainsi que des connaissances dans et hors Yahoo!. L’occasion pour moi de déguster un vrai repas traditionnel, avec dinde de 18 livres (!) cuite 4h30 au four, sauce aux canneberges (cranberries), purée de pommes de terre au jus (mashed potatoes and gravy), gratin de haricots verts (green beans casserole), maïs, corn bread, j’en passe et des meilleurs. Et tout ça, fait maison ! Avec toutes ces denrées et malgré une petite marche digestive nocturne sur les hauteurs de Bernal Heights, je n’ai pas réussi à aller au-delà du gâteau au chocolat pour tester la pecan pie (tarte aux noix de pécan) et la pumpkin pie, gâteaux traditionnels !

Foie Gras et Jurançon

Julien & Lohan

I sat in a full-house theatre and watched Julie & Julia again. Some lines I still remember and it seems history repeats itself.

Right after a long conversation with Julien, I carried my leather backpack to head for work. There was little time left for processing emotionally what the conversation has brought me. I wore a mask — to Hon Man, to Lauren, to Brian, to Raymond. I was amazed by how energetic, fambloyant, and perky I looked. I did look that I believed because all the children were having a good time.

And I was bleeding inside.

The last lesson finished at a quarter past eight. I headed to the sushi place in Olympics to meet my sister. “You free on the 20th?” “You want to go to Japan?” “You want to take the family to Korea.” I toppled one question after another. My sister was rather blunt. So you guys are breaking up?

I put the salmon and shrimps into my mouth without responding the the question. I sipped the green tea. My sister was wondering how to move the beds around  the house and I added, “I will move out soon, just have that in mind.”

In the morning, he said “Say hi to your family.” I went silent. “Say hi only it that is good for them and gives to them.” I remained silent.

Something inside me is telling me I cannot probably carry it any longer.

We watched Julie & Julia. I laughed at various places again and again. I probably laughed the loudest in the whole theatre, even though I was probably the only one who’s watching it for the second time. There was no chance and no energy to recall history. And I let history whizz past me.

Earlier in the day I got an email from a long lost friend. He found a little rubber goldfish in a coat that he did not wear often and recalled my existence and wrote me. A rubber goldfish.

I wonder, whether some years from now. In one of the coat pockets, Julien would find a little something. Or I will.

Part of me wants to sever the connection. Part of me remains calm and says, Dora, let God calm your disquiest heart.

“Why are you downcast oh my soul. Why are you disquiet within me? Hope in God.”

@RLavigne42 Tweetpicks

1. Full Tweets listed in main section.

If you find any broken Tweets or Links, please report them in the comment section.

If you like what you see, may I recommend you start following me on Twitter to enjoy the benefits of real-time content as it materializes.

If you choose to follow @rlavigne42, please leave me a comment. I will make sure to check out your Tweets in return.

If you see a Tweet you appreciate, please Pay it Forward by ReTweeting it.

If you find an blogger you like, please Join Me in following Them.

My Thoughts Enclosed…Rb

Placebo się moim zdaniem zatrzymało na „Meds”, na którym de facto nie było nic nowego, a raczej powielanie schematów, co w przypadku zespołu tworzącego tak dziwną muzykę jest zabójcze. Przed sesją do nowego albumu „Battle For The Sun” z zespołu odszedł po 9 latach – Steve Hewitt. Perkusista, którego zawsze mi się miło słuchało, więc spodziewałem się, że będzie jedna, wielka, dupa wołowa i kości na rosół.

Płyty słuchałem jakiś czas temu, podobało mi się„Julien” i kilka innych numerów. Ostatnio nie wiedziałem za co się wziąć, a Adam mi dupe truł, że sobie ściągnął dyskografie Placków i lansi teraz, że zna Bitter End No i tak jakoś sobie przypomniałem o płytce no i wiadomo musi być dokładniej odsłuchana i zrecenzowana ;]

Przede wszystkim w oczy(uszy) rzuca się fakt, że nareszcie jest inaczej. W przykładowym „Kitty Litter” jakiś chórek się pojawia, co u kogo jak u kogo, ale u Molko bym się tego nie spodziewał. To nie koniec niespodzianek, bo piosenka numer 4 ma bardzo ciekawie zrealizowaną pauzę i przejście. Widać, że zespół szuka nowych rozwiązań. Na płycie brakuje nut pokroju: „Special Needs” czy „Protect Me From What I Want” (i celowo nie wymieniam tu piosenek z WYIMN).

Zdarzają się nawiązania do drugiego albumu, bo nikt mi nie wmówi, że tytułowy „Battle For The Sun” nie brzmi podobnie do „Pure Morning”,

Co mnie rozbawiło, motyw z „Speak In Tongues” przypomina mi piosenkę „…w moim magicznym domu…” Może denerwować, że większość refrenów opiera się na waleniu po instrumentach, ale jak się słyszy „Happy You’re Gone” to stany stresowe odchodzą w niepamięć.

Faworytem jeśli chodzi o może nie najlepszą, ale największą piosenką na longplayu pozostaje „Julien”. To jest utwór, który łączy wszystko to co mają Placki w sobie najlepsze, w dodatku dodając powiew świeżości.  No i bym zapomniał – Molko, facet jest niesamowity, niedługo dobije do 40-tki, a wokal dalej taki jak przy nagrywaniu pierwszego krążka. Szacun.

Zawsze czepiałem się „Meds”, że gdzieś już to słyszałem. Jeśli chodzi o „Battle For The Sun” to będę mógł posłuchać innego spojrzenia Briana na muzykę jego zespołu. I co mnie bardzo cieszy – nie będę musiał szukać „odpowiedników” do piosenek z poprzednich krążków. Jeśli najdzie mnie ochota na „Special K” to sobie włączę „Special K”, a nie jakieś „Special Z”, które generalnie brzmi tak samo, tylko nieco nazwę ma inną.

No i posłuchajcie „Kings Of Medicine” ! Słyszeliście takie Placebo?

Ocena: 7,5/10

Placebo - Battle for The Sun

Artist: Placebo
Album: Battle for the Sun
Release Date: June 8th, 2009

Track Listing:

Musique Review Rating:

______________________________________

As a hardcore Placebo fan for many years, we were dying with anticipation for this album. Their last album “Meds” was amazing, but the tour really took a toll on the entire band. It was evidently very rough for the band, seeing them perform was like watching old robots perform without grease. It was obvious to the band and we bet to many fans that they needed a change in order for them to survive at all.

They decided that the best change would be obtaining a new drummer Steve Forest for that fresh look they have been craving. Upon our first hearing of tracks from Battle For the Sun, we were quite taken back as we were expecting the dark, somewhat claustrophobic sound of the Meds album. Nevertheless Battle For the Sun features a positive, new “light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel” feeling. Though the album may take some getting used to for avid Placebo fans, it has great potential and amazing toons to get any rocker – rocking out!

Musique Review gives Battle For the Sun a rating of 7.5/10!

J’ai fait un stage de ferblantier. J’ai aimé travailler sur les toits et ce que j’aime dans ce métier, c’est de commencer avec une plaque de cuivre. On peut voir ensuite toutes les étapes du pliage au posage du cuivre, même si ce métier ne m’a pas provoqué de déclic. Le patron était super sympa et les employés aussi, il y avait une bonne ambiance au sein de l’entreprise. Au revoir et à bientôt !!

Desde Jart skateboards nos ha llegado el video de la demo que Bastien Salabanzi y Julien dieron en la ciudad de Atenas.

Julien is obsessed with guitars, music, singing, drums, keyboards, pianos, violins, anything musical. I wonder where he gets it from…

Like Father:

like son:

Julien playing with Willie and Cameron’s Guitar Hero guitar:

Prima o poi propongo all’OMS (Organizzazione Mondiale della Sanita’) il podcast come terapia per il cattivo umore! Puntata densa di Irlanda: la frenetica ricerca di un tetto per un biologo saccente in trasloco…ce la fara’ il nostro eroe a trovare una casa che non abbia una cucina pelosa??? Lo scoprirete solo ascoltando! Vi invito inoltre a mandare contributi per “L’angolo del biologo saccente”…la mail la sapete no? rockhousepodcast@gmail.com facile vero?

Tipiche case di un centro abitato Irlandese

Ringrazio Matteo Dei per il pezzo da lui composto e registrato in un pomeriggio (piovoso immagino…) a Bristol con un suo amico…e’ fantastico..GRANDE MATTEO!

ASCOLTA L’EPISODIO 19 ONLINE

SCARICA L’EPISODIO 19

Links:

DIGITALIA – Podcast di tecnologia

Audioboo – audioblogging itinerante

DAFT – Il sito per la ricerca di case in Irlanda

GENERAZIONE DEMOCRATICA nuovo podcast di PB

Scaletta: (no Peppe non ti pago!!! )

Stay with me – Shearer

She – TenPenny Joke

The Gun – Dogma

Matthew Gods (per info contattemi!)

part de julien gauvry & ben delaboulaye prévu pour la plm05,
qui n’est jamais sorti… pourquoi?
parce que elle était un peu bofbof, que y’a trop de park et que je suis une feignasse… (ça vous suffit pour les explications?)
au moins, ça me fait quelques trucs a foutre sur le blog, et ca c’est une bonne chose!