** THIS IS SERIOUSLY DELICIOUS **: octobre 2010

dimanche 31 octobre 2010

ROCK THIS CHAIR EXTRAFINE

rockin'chair (Miss Cindy Lauper)
All she ever wanted when the day turned indigo,
Was to leave her grubby life behind her
To the buzzing streets below
Tainted passion and temptation
Led her down a trail of lust
Now the fate of Faye Delroy
Is written in the dust Written in the dust

Oh my rockin chair Rock me tender in the night air
Oh my rockin chair Rock me back and make me be there

She said her head don't move the same way
That ther hand ususlly does
That she's got memory bubble Almost like the rest of us
And ADD salamanders Cannot figure what to wear
And they'll be standing in the closet
And every dress is savoir faire Every dress is savoir faire

Oh my rockin chair Rock me tender in the night air...
Rock me here rock me there Rock me in my rocking chair
My oh my, rock me tender in the night air...

Za va ba, za ba bi ya... ca va pas? za ba bi ya...
Romeo Boyz, they'll b dancing with the Cha Cha Girlz

Oh my rockin chair Rock me tender in the night air
Oh my rockin chair Rock me back and make me be there...

mercredi 27 octobre 2010

LOVESHACK...

loveshack (B 52's)
If you see a faded sign by the side of the road that says
15 miles to the... Love Shack! Love Shack yeah
I'm headin' down the Atlanta highway, lookin' for the love getaway
Heading for the love getaway, love getaway, I got me a car, it's as big as a whale
and we're headin' on down To the Love Shack
I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20 So hurry up and bring your jukebox money

The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together
Love Shack baby, Love Shack bay-bee. Love baby, that's where it's at,
Ooo love baby, that's where it's at

Sign says.. Woo... stay away fools, 'cause love rules at the Lo-o-ove Shack!
Well it's set way back in the middle of a field, Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back

Glitter on the mattress Glitter on the highway
Glitter on the front porch Glitter on the hallway

The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together
Love Shack bay-bee! Love Shack baby! Love Shack, that's where it's at!
Huggin' and a kissin', dancin' and a lovin', wearin' next to nothing
Cause it's hot as an oven The whole shack shimmies!
The whole shack shimmies when everybody's
Movin' around and around and around and around!
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby!
Folks linin' up outside just to get down
Everybody's movin', everybody's groovin' baby
Funky little shack! Funk-y little shack!

Hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale
and it's about to set sail! I got me a car, it seats about twenty
So c'mon and bring your jukebox money.

The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together
Love Shack baby! Love Shack bay-bee! (Love Shack...Love Shack...)
Love Shack, that's where it's at!

Bang bang bang on the door baby! Knock a little louder baby!
Bang bang bang on the door baby! I can't hear you
Bang bang on the door baby Bang bang on the door
Bang bang on the door baby Bang bang You're what?... Tin roof, rusted!

Love Shack, baby Love Shack! Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love baby, that's where it's at Love Shack, baby Love Shack!
Love baby, that's where it's at Huggin' and a kissin',
dancin' and a lovin' at the love shack

mardi 19 octobre 2010

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

stairway to heaven (led zeppelin)
There's a lady who's sure All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
There's a sign on the wall But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have Two meanings
In a tree by the brook There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are Misgiven
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There's a feeling I get When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying For leaving
In my thoughts I have seen Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those Who stand looking
And it's whispered that soon If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long And the forests will Echo with laughter
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean For the May queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by But in the long run
There's still time to change The road you're on
And it makes me wonder Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow?
And did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?
And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold And if you listen very hard
The truth will come to you at last When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying a stairway To heaven...

lundi 18 octobre 2010

PINCH MY HOME...

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samedi 16 octobre 2010

RAIN DOGS...

Rain Dogs (Mr Tom Waits)

Inside a broken clock, splashing the wine with all the rain dogs
Taxi, we'd rather walk, huddle a doorway with the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog too

Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night
For it was all ripe for dreaming
Oh, how we danced away all of the lights
We've always been out of our minds

The rum pours strong and thin, beat out the dustman with the rain dogs
Aboard a shipwreck train, give my umbrella to the rain dogs
For I am a rain dog too

Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me
You'll never be going back home
Oh, how we danced with the Rose of Tralee
Her long hair black as a raven
Oh, how we danced and you whispered to me
You'll never be going back home
(Tom Waits)

mercredi 13 octobre 2010

A+Z DESIGN

dimanche 10 octobre 2010

LULLABY OF PILLOWLAND...

samedi 9 octobre 2010

TODAY I LOVE...

lundi 4 octobre 2010

A DAY OF WORK...

°Cowgirl in the sand°

Hello cowgirl in the sand, Is this place at your command
Can I stay here for a while
Can I see your sweet sweet smile
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same?
It's the woman in you that makes you want
to play this game.
Hello ruby in the dust Has your band begun to rust
After all the sin we've had
I was hopin' that we'd turn back
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same
It's the woman in you that makes you want
to play this game.
Hello woman of my dreams
This is not the way it seems
Purple words on a grey background
To be a woman and to be turned down
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same
It's the woman in you that makes you want
to play this game.
(mr neil young)

°Dance me to the end of love°

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
(sir leonard cohen)

Les enfants terribles, roman de Jean Cocteau (1889-1963), roman provocateur et cruel, il respire aussi la poésie et la sensibilité. Il traite de l’adolescence et présente plusieurs thèmes appartenant à la mythologie personnelle de Cocteau.. Il existe une adaptation cinématographique de l’œuvre réalisée par Jean-Pierre Melville en 1950. Les dialogues ont été écrits par Cocteau. Ce dernier a également choisi la musique : le concerto pour piano en la mineur de Jean-Sébastien Bach.

Cocteau a écrit son livre en moins d’un mois alors qu’il était en convalescence à la clinique de Saint-Cloud pour cause de désintoxication. En effet, touché par la mort de Raymond Radiguet, il se serait consolé dans l’opium.

Une journée à Londres, dans les beaux quartiers. Les destins convergents de quelques âmes errantes. Un roman étrange.
Tôt le matin, tard le soir, Clarissa Dalloway se surprend à écouter le clocher de Big Ben. Entre les deux carillons, une journée de printemps, une promenade dans la ville, le flux des états d'âme et le long monologue d'une conscience. Clarissa tente " de sauver cette partie de la vie, la seule précieuse, ce centre, ce ravissement, que les hommes laissent échapper, cette joie prodigieuse qui pourrait être nôtre ". Et pourtant résonne déjà dans ce livre, le plus transparent peut-être de l'œuvre de Virginia Woolf, comme la fêlure de l'angoisse ou le vertige du suicide.

Il est toujours intimidant d'approcher les monuments littéraires, ces "livres culte" héritiers d'une génération, d'une époque mythique : la "Beat generation" comme elle s'est baptisée. En d'autres termes la littérature américaine des années 50/60, contestataire, immorale et souvent hallucinogène, dont Hubert Selby Jr fut l'une des grandes voix, plébiscité aussi bien par Burgess et Beckett que par Lou Reed ou David Bowie... Tour à tour encensé, haï, censuré par les tribunaux britanniques puis marginalisé de son fait (il a vécu la fin de sa vie seul et quasiment anonyme à Los Angeles), il est une référence incontournable de nombreux jeunes auteurs actuels. Ecrit en 7 ans, Last Exit to Brooklyn paru en 1964, est un premier roman sorti du "bas-ventre de New York", "un boulet de charbon rougeoyant arraché à l'enfer de l'âme humaine" qui lui a valu, dès sa sortie d'être comparé à Céline. Dans ce recueil de six nouvelles, Selby raconte non pas le rêve américain rose et clinquant mais la réalité des quartiers sordides où les déshérités tentent de trouver une issue de secours, une "exit", à l'impasse de leur vie.

Façon Jules et Jim, voici l'histoire d'une fantastique virée glauque à travers l'Amérique des années 60. Ils sont trois dans une voiture pour aller exécuter un plan conçu sous l'emprise de l'alcool. On trouve d'abord « il » ou « je » ou plus simplement Jim Harrison qui est le narrateur, poète perdu dans ses rêveries béates et son amour de la pêche ; puis Tim, le grand balafré revenu du Viêt-nam, rongé par les drogues et abruti de violence ; enfin Sylvia, la compagne de Tim. Convaincus du bien-fondé de leur « mission », ils se mettent en route vers le Grand Canyon pour faire sauter un barrage qui, selon eux, nuit à la reproduction des truites. La voiture regorge d'alcool, de munitions, de drogue et de dynamite. Le résultat dépassera en horreur tout ce qu'ils pouvaient imaginer…

A collection of writings on rock and roll, youth culture of the 1960s and 1970s, the formation of the White Panthers and a myriad of other rants and reviews, this book is a freakin' manifesto of the times. Naturally, some of it is dated in terms of context and the language overblown at times, but the discussions of the potential of culture to change people's thinking and the corporate world's understanding of that still ring true. Any modern rock or hiphop artist who really believes in the power of music to change the world should read this book. And, even more importantly, they should heed this book! So should those who listen and dance.

C’est une histoire simple, lente, presque statique. Celle de Lin, femme ordinaire ou presque, mère de famille, amie fidèle, et danseuse de renom. Une femme comme les autres dont la vie semble aller pour le mieux : l’amour, le bonheur familial, l’aisance matérielle. Un mari qui l’aime et la désire – et inversement. Bref le verni parfait de la famille idéale, qui pourtant craque lentement au fil des pages. Tout semble aller à la perfection et pourtant rien ne va, ou alors de travers. Pourquoi ? L’expression chaotique d’une solitude indicible, la création progressive d’une vie parallèle (famille d’un côté, métier-passion de l’autre). Nancy Huston décrit des gestes. Glisse du sens là où il ne devrait pas y en avoir. Crée le décalage.

This is a book that students of architecture will want to keep in the studio and in their backpacks. It is also a book they may want to keep out of view of their professors, for it expresses in clear and simple language things that tend to be murky and abstruse in the classroom. These 101 concise lessons in design, drawing, the creative process, and presentation—from the basics of "How to Draw a Line" to the complexities of color theory—provide a much-needed primer in architectural literacy, making concrete what too often is left nebulous or open-ended in the architecture curriculum.

Je viens de finir un roman de Hemingway:
"Le soleil se lève aussi"...

Il raconte l'histoire d'un Américain, Jake Barnes, vivant en France car travaillant à Paris en tant que journaliste. Entre un amour inabouti et une amitié plus que pesante, Jake est un héros discret et émouvant. Le roman dresse un beau portrait du Paris des écrivains de l'entre-deux-guerres ainsi que des fameuses fêtes de San Fermin à Pampelune où une majeure partie de l'action se joue. Cette nouvelle a rendu Hemingway célèbre, elle a inspiré de nombreuses jeunes femmes à travers les Etats-Unis à porter les cheuveux courts et des pulls, comme Brette Ashley - et de se comporter comme Brette.

"J'ai 34 ans, tu sais. Je ne veux pas être une de ces garces qui débauchent les enfants." (...)

"City of Quartz - Los Angeles, capitale du futur" by Mike Davis
Rythmé par un va-et-vient permanent entre culture et société, entre réel et imaginaire, entre passé et présent, City of Quartz explore le destin de Los Angeles à travers son urbanisme et son architecture, ses élites politiques et économiques, ses intellectuels et ses artistes, sa police et sa multiethnicité.
Pétrie de mythes hollywoodiens et de contradictions écologiques et sociales, la mégapole L.A. y est décrite comme le prisme grossissant permettant de saisir certaines tendances lourdes de la société américaine privatisation grandissante des espaces publics, séparatisme fiscal et résidentiel des possédants, polarisation sociale et économie de la drogue, développement des dispositifs de sécurité et de surveillance.
Paradigme de l'Extrême-Occident, Los Angeles nous parle aussi des virtualités de notre avenir social et urbain. Le livre de Mike Davis est désormais un classique de la sociologie urbaine.

After à fortnight Anthony and Gloria began to indulge in "practical discussions", as they called those sessions when under the guise of sever realism they walked in an eternal moonlight.
"Not as much as I do you," the critic fo belles-lettres would insist. "If you really loved me you'd want every one to know it."
"I do," she protested, "I want to stand on the street corner like a sandwich man, informing all the passers-by."
"Then tell me all the reasons why you're going to marry me in June."
"Well, because you're so clean. You're sort of blowy clean, like I am. There's two sorts, you know. One's like Dick: he's clean like polished pans. You and I are clean like streams and winds. I can tell whenever i see a person whether he is clean, and if so, which kind of clean he is."

Got it?
(The beautiful and damned, F. Scott Fitzgerald)