Sign #4531 that I’m getting older.

I bought this ticket for the Elliott Smith show. It seemed to me, the day I purchased it, that it was a great idea to go and see the guy play. And today, I had to go to the gig. I’m just back.

But, to tell you the truth, when I’ve left the office at 6, I couldn’t see a good reason why I bought this ticket instead of any other. I have to explain : I’m not a fan, I’ve not been following his career for years, I just know the last album (out of around four, I guess), and moreover I cannot clearly tell you most of the tracks’ titles… So, my point is : I wasn’t really feeling like going to this concert.

Can you realize this ? I didn’t really want to go and see a rock gig… THIS is a sign I’m getting older.

Anyway, the good part is that I truly enjoyed it. What isn’t noticeable on Figure 8 is that Elliott Smith does indie music. Half of the show was like fig.8 on overdrive, that was cool ! And the other half, stuff from the XO era I guess, was even better, even more… indie is the word that comes to me. Tomorrow, I’ll get those tracks (I’ve been really moved by this song probably called ‘The morning after’). I’m really happy ’cause I’ve re-discovered a great songwriter. If you’re interested, he did John Lennon’s ‘Jealous Guy’ as a third and last encore, a beautiful moment.

I probably won’t be posting often next week, since I have a lot of work at the office, and a role-playing game to prepare at home.

When I told ya I’m a survivor !.. I was on a similar greek ferry just one goddam week ago, sailing towards the port of the island of Paros too. Ok, I wasn’t in this same ferry nor doing the exact same trip, but it’s pretty disturbing.

God’s wrath missed me once more, but what about the next time ? Or maybe I’m just paranoid….

Hi ! In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve made small changes (mainly tricks from my newly acquired CSS knowledge) on this page. W3C are very intelligent people.

By the way, thanks to the few folks who’ve been coming back to this weblog for the last week. You anonymous support matters more than you think.

Seen High Fidelity (the movie) during the week-end. It was a nice time-filler, that I would advise people who haven’t read the book to see… But as a huge fan of Nick Hornby’s novel, which I’ve read three or four times and offered to friends, I’m slightly disappointed. Not that the story has really mutated (a few things more and a few scenes less, but nothing really important), but the main characters are played as comical stereotypes : how can you feel empathy for a guy that is introduced as a retarded thirtysomething obsessed by sex-appealing girls ? In my opinion, Rob definitely is a nice guy, trying the best he can to grow up, but still in fight with the last part of his teenager’s fantasies, and not an elitist and depressed moron that sleeps one night with Marie LaSalle only for the comical interest it gives to the script, and leaves her in the morning unaffected… In the book, Rob first is a guy you would like to be, because he’s smart, for chrissake, and then he begins to act stupidely, and we can make fun of him in an affectionnate way, ’cause that’s our drawbacks he stands for. The movie forgets all this to play only on comedy and brainless instinct-driven characters.

What I’m trying to express, is that the book has a pretty noble conclusion, that Laura teaches Rob when she left her father’s funeral and put their couple back in the right path, but one step further. That conclusion is that you can’t stay in the same state of mind during your whole life, that you need to go further once in a while, to always have doubts, that you must move on from the contemplation of death to what you’re going to create while you’re alive and healthy. Create love, create music, create texts, create software, create bonds between people, create joy, create life. You can’t just stay an observer as in your teenage fantasies. I’m positive you can’t.

I go on with my blogger-ing mood.

I’m feeling I’m a survivor those days. Really. People around me keep getting troubles, and always the not-funny kind of troubles. I feel like that guy on the Normandy Beaches, June 1944, that sees all his pals falling under nazis bullets, and keeps running, and shit in his pants ‘I-will-be-the-next’ way. Sentimental problems, family problems, dying persons, wounded persons… I mean, I’ve had my lot of shit during the years (which i’ve never managed to deal with correctly), but I’ve been so happy, so fulfilled, so normal the last couple of years that I somewhat lost the accurate feeling about how unfair is life. Anyone has a bullet-proof jacket to sell ?

Above all that, I’m a bastard. Nita has this kind of problems, and what do you think I spent my sunday on ? Making quite an inappropriate « you think i’m a moron »-scene (my first one), with the regular amount of bitterness and unkindness. Hopefully she’s smarter than me, and it ended fine, but how do you call a guy that put his own lamentable feelings above those of somebody who would need support and comfort most of all ? Bastard, that’s the word you’re looking for.

I quit now, just a last few words. The best news of this week-end is Björk’s Selmasongs, the ‘dancer in the dark’ soundtrack as you all know. I’ve been following the little fairy from the snow for a long time now, and she again offers the world one of the best pieces of music ever done. This is so beautiful you feel the need to turn the lights off. A great, great record. I’m obviously longing for the movie to come out, and for björk to release her next real album, tour and sing these songs just for me in a 5000-people venue, as she always does.

This rh parody made me laugh out loud in the office… Great. The concert is taking place tonight. It will be my first Radiohead gig. I’m really impatient.

Addendum (from Blogger) : Let’s put a bit of theory in the stuff. Rebecca’s essay gives an interesting point of view on Weblogs. Check it out if you’re interested ; here’s an extract :

In September of 2000 there are thousands of weblogs: topic-oriented weblogs, alternative viewpoints, astute examinations of the human condition as reflected by mainstream media, short-form journals, links to the weird, and free-form notebooks of ideas. Traditional weblogs perform a valuable filtering service and provide tools for more critical evaluation of the information available on the web. Free-style blogs are nothing less than an outbreak of self-expression. Each is evidence of a staggering shift from an age of carefully controlled information provided by sanctioned authorities (and artists), to an unprecedented opportunity for individual expression on a worldwide scale. Each kind of weblog empowers individuals on many levels.

This is not what you think.

I have shown my last post to a colleague at work. Here’s our debriefing :

Manu : So ?..

Colleague : « I’m gonna give it to you. It might seem exaggerated, but it’s not. » Isn’t that sexual ?

Manu : ah ah ah… But about the rest ?

Colleague : It’s amazing how fluent you are in English !!

Manu : Er… Ok, thank you.

Nerds….

I’m leaving for holidays during a week. It’s great. See you when i’m back, from september the 20th (for Radiohead’s gig).