What did I shazam recently?
Most of the time, I don’t listen to my Shazams afterward. I did it because of “an element”, a sound, an idea, something which made my eyebrow upping up. If I “like” the YouTube film, I’ll find them back one day. Maybe.
S. Decoster, because it was the end credit music of a great quirky French movie called “Perdrix” (“The Bare Necessity” in English). Nothing great here but I Shazamed it though, probably because the movie was hilarious and balanced.
The loopy “Je veux être à vous” means “I want to be yours”, BUT as you know, French has two “you”, the you for the persons you know well, and the you for the persons you don’t. Thus “I want to be you” with the “polite you” is charged differently, because it’s adressed to someone you don’t know from a long time.
Poltrock, Mute #2, navigates in interesting waters. Quiet piano music can easily be sugary – here it’s not because of the modulations of course :
Bon Entendeur, Basta Cosi, a sound, and a singer who does not sing but speaks.
Portugal The man, Fell it Still, the groove?
Lana Del Rey, For Free, a Joni Mitchell cover??! The song is splendid, and Del Rey has a good idea to sing un-reverbed, it whispers in ears. It modulated all along like smoke. Joni’s version stays much better of course. Here are some of the lyrics:
I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels
The wind rushed around in the dirty town
And the children let out from the schools
I was standing on a noisy corner
Waiting for the walking green
Across the street he stood and he played real good
On his clarinet, for free
Nobody stopped to hear him
Though he played so sweet and high
They knew he had never been on their TV
So they passed his music by
Sting, Mad about you. Great song, right? Production is strange, it’s like… rustling, quivering:
Mahsa Vahdat & Mighty Sam McClain, Ambassador of Hearts.
Naïssam Jalal, Un sourire au cœur.
Duran Duran, Save a Prayer, and old thing I listen today with new ears, the bass line, the attemps for vocal harmonies, the chorus which climbs then falls back, modulations like stairs.
Mansfield. TYA, Ni morte ni connue, for the “old French new-wave” sound. Neither dead neither well-known.
Celeste, Love is back, because the vintage sound, the smiling desire to compose a similar base, and the broken Amy-like voice.
Colman Jones, Kiev, a dreamy walk in an unknown city under lukewarm clouds:
Ophélie Gaillard, Dos Gardenias, makes me ask someone to dance in the dark:
Have a nice day! Je vous souhaite une très belle journée.