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1984, The Smiths, What difference does it make ?

1983/84 was a turning point. I started living alone in Paris the previous in year in september and very quickly I drawn into the abyss of the University. Students were boring, all from middle/upper middle class in a kind of average Telerama culture. I hated that. Instead of studying, I invested my time into concerts, my radio program, and booze, and pot, and acids… I was 18 after all. Sex was also a companion but not as much as my other gay friends. I was a rocker, not a full time queer… I went to concerts twice, three times a week. That time, people were dressed in black, and so was I.

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Mon grand amour : Antonio Vivaldi

Antonio Vivaldi, Concerto per 2 violino la-minor RV523, orchestra Il Pomo d’Oro. Riccardo Minasi and Dmitry Sinkovsky, (violino) Disques Naives 2013

Violent comme il faut, tendre quand c’est nécessaire, passionné toujours mais si souvent réservé aussi, Vivaldi m’accompagne depuis l’enfance, il ne m’a jamais quitté même quand je lui étais infidèle.

Il a su se métamorphoser au fil des ans, autrefois engoncé dans la graisse des orchestres bedonnant et modernes hérités du romantisme, il s’est aminci sous les archets des violonistes baroques et au bout des doigts de clavecinistes de génie, Leonhart, Alessandrini, il s’est remis à danser dans les années 80 et a appris la colère dans les années 90, il a appris à se calmer parfois pour mieux s’emporter souvent dans les années 2000, et le revoilà encore plus surprenant que jamais, amoureux jusqu’au bout, extrême et emporté, et puis latin ensoleillé, baigné dans la lumière de la Méditerranée mais prisonnier de cette église dans laquelle il étouffait, et révolté, trouvant dans la musique ce vent du large et cet appel auquel tout le refusait. Que serait-il si je ne l’écoutais pas, si je l’abandonnais. lui, il ne m’a jamais abandonné, il a bercé mes solitudes, il a écouté mes maux avec tendresse, toujours, et dans le creux de ces interprétations si pesantes du temps de mon enfance, déjà je sentais le frère, l’ami, le confident, l’amant, mon double autre et semblable.

Vivaldi, tel qu’il resurgit de nos jours, par la grâce de cette intégrale de quelques centaines de concertos et opéras que Naïve© a décidé d’entreprendre il y a 10 ans maintenant, et qui ne s’arrête pas, comment pourrais-je en finir avec ce génie modeste, ce prêtre aux cheveux roux si souvent malade quand on l’éloignait de la musique.

Vivaldi, dont l’âme est comme ressuscitée dans cette interprétation sortie il y a à peine une semaine et dont je ne parviens pas, encore une fois, à me passer. Elle me réchauffe. Elle me donne du sens.

DIVINE, You think you’re a man, 1984

I was 18 going 19. My summer of 1984. I didn’t like that kind of music, but Divine was different. The caracter, for sure, the sens of humor also, her history, magical caracter in John Water’s movie, a creature without borders, just free and funny.

Blondie, Heart of Glass, 1979

This was during the summer of 1980 the course of my life completly changed. I was not 15 yet, but that year I came out at school, in front of all the others. I lost weight also.

That summer, I spent almost 1 or 2 months in western France, in a prefecture called Sarte, in my grandfather’s house. I could play with my cousins, especially one, Daniel, I kind of fancied very much. He was sweet, gentle, and very different from his brothers. He was always on his bike and I loved spending time with him going very far. It was not a real crush, just admiration for his freedom. I would be so happy to see him again, it has been so long since then.

Anyway, most of the time I was on my own, riding as far as possible on my bicycle, sometimes more than 20 kilometers. At home, I started to listen Radio 7, a younger style of radio : at that time, radios were only state radios, in France. I used to listen to Clementine which voice I loved so much. Sometimes, I switched to France Inter where a strange presentator used to make me laugh, Kriss Grafitti. That summer, I discovered Blondie. I knew her before, but this summer especially became my Blondie Summer. Even now, something reminds, a special feeling for a singer who could be so rock and roll and so classy, so chic.

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