Rock En Seine 2008 - Nick Cave en duo avec Julien Doré ?

C’est ce vendredi 4 Avril que Rock En Seine va dévoiles les gros poissons 2008.

REM semble être de la partie et pour le reste, rien n’a vraiment filtré.

Des rumeurs parlent de Rage Against The Machine (ne rêvons pas trop non plus) ou Queens of The Stone Age, The Verve (j’espère pas) voire Bloc Party (par pitié, non).

Un pronostic rapide suppute les présences de Portishead, Bashung (ou Manu Chao mais je vois bien un de ces 2 là au final), The Gossip, Camille, Vampire Weekend, les Wombats (un peu partout cet été), Foals, Lightspeed Champion (ou autre groupe NME compatible)…

Et puis on se croise les phalanges dans tous les sens pour : Amy Winehouse (elle a raté l’édition précédente), Tenacious D (le groupe de Jack Black avec le titre immortel : Fuck her gently)…et ce qui serait un apex de bon goût macabre et solennel : Nick Cave et ses Bad Seeds (peut-être en version Grinderman ?).

Nick Cave qui vient de sortir Dig !! Lazarus !!! Dig !!!

Et cette chanson qui prend aux tripes We Call upon The Author :

What we once thought we had, we didn’t
And what we have now will never be that way again
So we call upon the author to explain

Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets
We’ve shunned them from the greasy-grind
The poor little things they look so sad and old
As they mount us from behind
I ask them to desist and to refrain!
Then we call upon the author to explain

Well, rosary clutched in his hand
He died with tubes up his nose
And a cabal of angels with finger cymbals
Chanted his name in code
We shook our fists at the punishing rain
And we called upon the author to explain

He said, everything is messed up round here
Everything is banal and jejune
There’s a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me
In this idiot constituency of the moon
Well, he knew exactly who to blame!
And we call upon the author to explain

Prolix! Prolix!
Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix

Well, I go guruing down the street
And young people gather round my feet
And they ask me things – but I don’t know where to start
They ignite the powder-trail straight to my father’s heart
And, yeah, once again
I call upon the author to explain

Who is this great burdensome slavering dog-thing
That mediocres my every thought?
I feel like a vacuum cleaner – a complete sucker!
It’s fucked up and he is a fucker
But what an enormous and encyclopaedic brain!
I call upon the author to explain

Rampant discrimination
Mass poverty, third world debt
Infectious disease, global inequality
And deepening socio-economic divisions
Well, it does in your brain
We call upon the author to explain

Now hang on
My friend Doug is tapping on the window!
Hey Doug, how you been? (hey Doug)
Well, he brings me a book on holocaust poetry – complete with pictures
And then he tells me to get ready for the rain
And we call upon the author to explain

Prolix! Prolix!
Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix

Bukowski was a jerk!
Berryman was best!
He wrote like wet paper maché
But he went the Hemming-way
Weirdly on wings and with maximum pain
We call upon the author to explain

Down in my bolthole I see they’ve published
Another volume of unreconstructed rubbish
“The waves, the waves were soldiers moving”
Well, thank you – thank you!
Thank you and again
I call upon the author to explain

Prolix! Prolix!
Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix

Voici une petite anecdote – quasi gainsbourienne - pour finir qui décrit bien le personnage. Elle concerne une chanson tirée de son album / side projet Grinderman. Une chanson délicatement nommée No Pussy Blues.

The lyrics talk about the narrator's frustration as he describes how he tried every trick in the book to seduce a woman and sleep with her, only to be constantly rejected. When asked during an interview whether the song had a deeper meaning, Nick Cave replied "No, it's just about not getting any pussy. »

A vendredi pour les résultats.


ps : J’ai un peu peur que dans un accès incontrôlé de hype, les organisateurs convie Yelle ou Justice ou un autre phénomène de Buzz (mot très laid et très tendance), pourquoi pas Julien Doré, à la limite ? C’est si rare un rocker fan de Jean D’Ormesson (nom d’un de ses groupes : The Jean D’Ormesson Disco Suicide) et arrière arrière petit neveu…de Gustave Doré (dont Nick Cave vénère les œuvres, vous voyez comme tout se recoupe !!).