1.12.2010

NEW YEAR, NEW WEBSITE, NEW BLOG


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1.08.2010

Milkymee goodbye party - 2 janvier 2010 - L'entrepôt Paris

video

(A MESSY AND HAPPY LIVE ACT WITH MY BROTHERS: BOULDER dDaSH, JIMMY dDelUXXE & WITHOUT FACES)

Kyoto

Je suis à Kyoto depuis hier soir.

Décalage horaire - écouter Zoé Wolf que mon player Itunes enchaîne avec des nocturnes de Chopin - manger des cracottes à la confiture à trois heures du matin - profiter de ce grand studio seule et lire dans ma baignoire - avoir une baignoire - penser aux singes dans la forêt toute proche - découvrir avec émotion les Onigiri, sushis triangle merveilleux - me dire à peu près toutes les heures que j'ai vraiment beaucoup de chance - rechercher un bon shamisen - penser à tous ceux que j aime - mettre la grosse télé toute moche dans un cagibis, sous l'escalier.

Dans le noir, penser à une méthode de travail. Vivre intensément est une profession et s'émerveiller peut devenir une raison d'être.


12.20.2009

Yumiko Ohchi wrote :

P.S I went to Roppongi Hills to see Mikymee's live performance when she visited to Japan before. I don't remember it was how many years ago... but i remember it was like Christmas eve or 23rd December... so there were many romantic couples in the top lounge of Roppongi Hills.

It was christmas 2005. Up on the hills of Roppongi they wrapped the trees - right down to the smallest branches - in these fiber-optic mesh "socks" that had slowly changing colors flowing through them - I was in Tokyo for one night or two only, but I remember spending a very long time there, it was so magical to just sit and watch. And indeed, there were very many romantic couples in love everywhere. I am very glad to go to Japan in a couple of weeks.



11.24.2009

Chosen lyrics of "Sally", a song written by Tibor Erdös and composed by MKM

from the backyard neighbours we've heard the news... I really don t know how to sing it, either in soul or blues? High heels, rouge and a kitchen knife on the road there was nothing really to say, we were watching the trees in early May... It smelled like freedom and it felt like lust, smelled so clumsy, no one to trust...

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