En réalisant cet album, je savais depuis le début que je racontais une histoire, mais je ne savais pas que je racontais mon histoire.
Ici et maintenant (6 – 12 ans)
Que c’est beau !
Ah bon, on doit mourir ?
C’est chouette d’être le premier, tout est possible.
Ma mère hurle qu’elle veut partir, je ne crois plus en Saint Nicolas…
Marcher sur des œufs, enfance galvaudée, mais échine redressée, je continue à vouloir.
Le patriarche maternel n’est plus, sa terre s’effondre, tentative de fuite, de retrouvailles.
Noyée de souffrances ; elle seule, seule existe.
De rage en déni, la solitude est le refuge.
Wah ! (12 -17 ans)
Qui eut cru que les pérégrinations maternelles n’en était qu’à leurs prémices ;
Que l’attente de la sécurité paternelle n’était que mirage, espérances puériles ;
Que les ressources généalogiques n’étaient que sources d’indifférences ; Que le monde d’après n’était qu’abnégation de soi, à la servitude du tyran ; Du sens ? non, juste de l’instinct, de l’instinct de survie.
Fréquence 1 (17 – 19 ans)
Plus que de l’instinct, de la rage animale, en terre ennemie, le danger est permanent, de la terre se dérobant sous mes pieds au ciel qui me tombe sur la tête, réfugié de guerre en la terre d’asile du jardin, entre animalité et scolarité.
Vibrason (19 – 27 ans)
Entrer dans sa chair, toucher la profondeur de sa noirceur et l’ivresse des hauteurs de l’esprit.
Des peintures de guerre le chemin de la paix se dessina.
Transhumance (27 – 33 ans)
Oser, oser le deuil de la matrice. Oser, oser vivre sa rage. Oser, oser l’inconnu réconfortant.
Le grand saut, l’éveil, le commencement du voyage intérieur en conscience.
Interlude (33 – 42 ans)
Approfondissement de soi, fouiller, gratter la généalogie, s’essayer à la normalité pour s’en extraire l’individualité renforcée.
Après la pluie (42 ans)
La prison des compromis avec soi-même au bénéfice de l’extérieur est telle une pluie sur un mandala de craie. Après la pluie, voire l’orage, remise en mouvement vers soi.
In the box (42 – 45 ans)
Asseoir son statut jusqu’à ce que passion devienne routine hystérique dans la création de besoins qui n’en sont pas.
Le murmure du vent (45 ans - … )
La réponse est dans le vent…
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Introduction to the album “My Classics”
In making this album, I knew from the beginning that I was telling a story, but I didn't know that I was telling my story.
Here and now (6 – 12 years old)
How beautiful !
Oh, do we have to die?
It's nice to be the first - anything is possible.
My mother screams that she wants to leave, I no longer believe in Santa Claus...
Walking on eggshells, sullied childhood, but straightened spine, I continue to want.
The maternal patriarch is no more, his land is collapsing, an attempt to flee, to reunite.
Drowned in suffering; she alone, alone exists.
From rage to denial, loneliness is the refuge.
Wow! (12 -17 years old)
Who would have thought that maternal peregrinations were only at their beginnings;
That the expectation of paternal security was only a mirage, childish hopes;
That genealogical resources were only sources of indifference;
That the next world was only self-abnegation, in the servitude of the tyrant;
Sense ? no, just instinct, survival instinct.
Frequency 1 (17 – 19 years old)
More than instinct, animal rage, in enemy land, danger is permanent, from the earth slipping away under my feet to the sky falling on my head, refugee from war in the land of asylum of the garden, between animalistic nature and schooling.
Vibrason (19 – 27 years old)
Entering its flesh, touching the depth of its darkness and the intoxication of the heights of the spirit.
From war paintings, the path to peace was drawn.
Transhumance (27 – 33 years old)
Dare, dare to mourn the matrix. Dare, dare to live your rage. Dare, dare the comforting unknown.
The big leap, the awakening, the beginning of the inner journey in consciousness.
Interlude (33 – 42 years old)
Deepening of oneself, digging up the genealogy, trying normality to extract oneself from the reinforced individuality.
After the rain (42 years old)
The prison of compromises with oneself for the benefit of the outside is like rain on a chalk mandala. After the rain, or the storm, moving back towards oneself.
In the box (42 – 45 years old)
Reinforce one’s status until passion becomes hysterical routine in the creation of needs that are not.
Alternative electronic music label based in Liège, Belgium. Owned and created by Bioxyd (Jack303) in
2003.
PuZZling Rec. originally was the label of Timeless Network, a record shop/distributor/organization of events who had to close up in 2010, taking the label in a break of 2 years.
Active again as a net label, online rec shop, distributor & Event's organizer since 2012....more
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