uber kool: lescop la foret

 

Un coup de feu dans la nuit
Une douleur glaciale qui s’élance
La Foret soudain qui frémit
Puis s’installe le silence

Tu te tiens là assourdie
Tu prononces la sentence
Le deuxième coup est parti
Et fait bientôt la différence

Dans la Foret je te retrouve à l’heure opportune
Un rendez vous improvisé sous la lune
Sourires crispés, situation compliquée
Je sens ton souffle qui me frôle le coup
Un pistolet chargé me caresse la joue
Tu me dis “cette fois c’est moi qui joue”
Dans la foret la première détonation raisonne
Un coup de feu puis deux, mon corps qui frissonne
Puis doucement s’écroule

Plus rien, plus un bruit
Personne n’a rien vu par chance
Pour moi maintenant c’est fini
Et tout le monde s’en fout, tu penses!

Te voilà maintenant qui t’enfuis
Tirant ta révérence
La foret de nouveau frémit
Et je profite du silence

Dans la Foret je te retrouve à l’heure opportune
Un rendez vous improvisé sous la lune
Sourires crispés, situation compliquée
Je sens ton souffle qui me frôle le cou
Un pistolet chargé me caresse la joue
Tu me dis “cette fois c’est moi qui joue”
Dans la foret la première détonation raisonne
Un coup de feu puis deux, mon corps qui frissonne
Puis doucement s’écroule… by ars

cover girl: “the model” track by kraftwerk re-covered by jihae

you can not appreciate electronic music without considering ralf hütter and florian schneider as simply divine. this track, by our lovely friend jihae, is a beautiful cover of the original and then some. the video features actress and sometimes model paz de la huerta (from HBO’s boardwalk empire), and is directed by another one of our friends, the russian born photographer/painter yelena yemchuk. last the piece is being posted here by our great friend and lovely colleague dd… sorry, we have a shortage of friends, so when we find them we have to mention it. track available on itunes under jihae model from album “fire burning rain”. by dd

history of hip hop: tougher than leather, run dmc


add that to the greats. i was never a hip hop fan and i’m still not. hip hop to me, lacked everything i loved about reggae and embodied everything i hated about pop. hip hop started in bronx when jamaican transplants brought their block parties with them to bronx. they played their 45’s and toasted over them. the kids picked that up and rap, hip hop were born. it was a form of music that required nothing but a turntable and a mic. unfortunately the consumerism of the american culture lacked the socio-political debth and street savvy of kingston and the ethereal rasta culture. so it didn’t take long before its demise, instead of social issues and a humble side of love the music became about hoes, stupid pride and money. when it was about politics it was for no more than a moment. we will spare run dmc in this categorical dis and leave the rest to suburban kids and their baggie pants from gap. by xy