Set of 18 songs composed and performed by Benoît Labourdette. Nine of them are sung, the rest are instrumental. Music and sound material is constructed from samples of organs and sounds of the world. The lyrics are written without the help of sense. The album cover is a painting by Paolo Uccello : Saint George slaying the dragon (v 1456), one of the important pictures from my childhood. Some of these songs are used in certain of my movies.
The notes of the organ are used as if they were gnashing of opening a door. A big wooden door, opening on a very old building, maybe. But perhaps it is not a door, maybe they are voices that we hear on the other side of the door ajar...
The notes of the organ placed as footprints, or as voice, very slow, a small choir.
Step by step, the progress in the corridors of a cave with gilded with fine gold and sometimes frescoed electric blue in the light of our lamps. At each step, a new discovery, a new visual wonder in the dark and the flickering light. A new risk, and the growing of our fear. Maybe a dragon, whose breathing is beginning to be more and more audible, lies in one of the corners of this huge cave. And an orchestra, more distant, its echo leaves its tunes.
Once in the hall of the center of the earth, the few beings in groups tightened to keep out the cold, realize that rhythm inside, guiding the movements of their bodies, prints their necks, their legs, their trunks and their arms loose dance movements, slow, deep, syncopated moments, announcing a day that will be very different from the day before.
In the middle of a dream, silhouettes with empty eyes, through which the horizon of the dawn is visible, appear to all, moving their labia shade, opening huge mouths, uttering phrases that are just hissing chilling. Yet hope remains there.
To extricate himself from an enclave, enclosed in a break in space and time, at the end of which many worlds are possible, past world, future world, this world, the one’s world, the world of others. Sent messages. Past conflicts. Present complicity. Attempt to grasp this, to keep, perhaps, a fair presentation.
From a precise moment in an individual’s personal life, it as an agitation in a test tube, agitated in every direction by a giant white lab coat. At the end, takes place what is called a precipitate : products, by their miscibilities give birth to something completely new, a change of a lifetime.
After time, after time has passed, we do not know exactly where we are in time. Yesterday or tomorrow or today. We have memories with you, we have dreams for the future, we are in a train that takes that back, which entails. More free will, more than a spectator of his time, snippets of past-present-future life circling. Crystalline burstings fragments of life, places, rotating weightless as facets showing through them we do not know whether it was before or after. Around a place where it happened we do not know what. But we know that it was there. Le Mans.
Moving from one place to another, it is being elsewhere. During the transition, the journey, where is it, who are we ? In a no man’s land of feelings, in ignorance of the future, in a consciousness of some bits of the past and the other. In this underlying story, symbolic arrival in the big city of France, is to arrive in mystery, dark, full of pain, it is. This step.
Love / intellectual encounter.
Disarticulated politic appeal.
Fear of parisian night.
The voice on the other end of the phone and time, that resonate, strident.
Fleeing his daily...
Hero of old ages, brought up to date.
Once upon a time.