I
threw the first words of this column an October 21. What happened
that day ... I do not know, I do not know. The other day I heard on
the radio a serious team of American researchers had discovered an
extraordinary substance. Thus liberated by our
nervous system in traumatic shock, it would facilitate the "burning" in
our cortex of these unusual events, fixer memory macabre. The journalist
example is September 11, 2001 to support his point. Who does not remember
actually date? But at the risk of
displeasing the researchers and journalist, I have a track most likely
to explain the imprint of this sordid memories. That of a "systematic
informational" so that today not a single article of international
politics, economy, culture or the latest trends in fashion this winter,
can omit the reference to the collapse of "Twin Towers".
But
back to that famous October 21, where he was going to probably not much
except maybe a Formula 1 Grand Prix at Interlagos, a Michel Drucker
receiving actors "from the hearts of men 2" on a couch too "kitsch" or
an official gazette which appear on Decree No.
2007-1503 on the device monitoring the duration of stationnment urban
and amending the rules of the road and I listened to this album
constantly "shifted" to a system of "quality". Because with these
people they're talking about Mrs. Chain 'stereo' but a system, high-end
components, the state of the art, cutting edge ...What relationship with BB
you tell me? None if this is the
endless vapidity of today endless vastness which could wallow Benjamin
Biolay.
Unsheathed its first
class of gifted, on "Rose Kenedy" in his patented style setter on this
"trashissime" ye-ye, I almost lost the thread of my little "Biolay"
shown.
Yes I had succumbed to
the charms of the young provincial. 
Just think, a
born in
Villefranche sur Saone it asks you a star. It is far from the
glitter, Place Saint Placide, the Cinecitta, Bruce Weber. Yes I remember a
"Rose petals beautifully crafted, with layers of strings shrouded
majestic. I printed the ballad
"film", the long crooked shot sequence, this capricious river on the
raft which drifted drunk. I found the same poem in
negative, then had stopped on the steps of this "Home", incongruous, too
mannered, pretentious and empty artefacts, with the epitaph:
"I've always been a
gambler with Thunes, but I am still a socialist. Money as a goal is
unclean as a reward, it's cool "...
"Long before that loves
you not love me anymore ....
Even before we got lost
Long before we
either regret "
So I had to fight,
struggle with this new album, torn between releases and violent desires.
I m of to
appropriate the object. Beyond the first curtain
of the prose, the eyes too obvious at times. They heard stories too.
A trash facade
too agreed. But in the end we must
admit that the compositions are still majestic and refined further, with
this extra thickness, this extra bit of soul that makes you upset,
pitching and go from "dark" side. "See the Light" is an
archetype, an epic ballad halfway between 'Breathless' and' Bonny and
Clyde, "and his definitive" ... the world in my thank you, no thank you
... ".
A guest
bedroom, like a needle in a haystack, "... two lovers on a bed ..." or
more accuracy and thoroughness of Perec, his voice whispered, caressing,
blown, swept by the poetry ..
He must push the
furniture aside the curtains to see the filthy Beauty of this album.
"What
difference does it make?", I finally published the note after three
months of gestation and its incompleteness, since I have left of "Fine
memories.
