Ambient Experimental Noise
Collection of musical pieces, composed between 2000 and 2024, that could be classified in the “Ambient Experimental Noise” style. These are compositions of electronic and concrete music. The source material comes from recordings of real sounds and melodies, often improvised on a variety of acoustic and electronic instruments encountered on my travels. My approach is to sculpt the sound wave as I go along, listening to its own evolution, often at the unique moment of encounter with the instrument.
Sometimes these pieces are simply recordings of the moment of the encounter, and sometimes they are recompositions from these materials.
Each piece is associated with a short poem, often surreal, and a visual of my own.
Free listening and downloading + downloadable music book (book with direct access to the musical pieces via QR Codes).
Hippolyte
I dare to speak of you in public.
The sound of the other
These words from twenty years ago resonate in my soul today.
Electricity in the air
It’s not quiet at all, everyone’s passing in all directions, when you’d like it to be the other way round; you can’t get away from it. And if even the sea gets involved.
Happy funeral
They’re there, the memories, they overwhelm me; I try to lighten up, but I can’t pretend; and yet the desire to live... what a paradox! A tribute to your life, Hippolyte, on this Christmas Day, to your ultimate freedom.
Soap Station
No soap was found on the floor of the Gare du Nord, after Pierre-Jean had slipped, he says on a bar of soap maliciously placed there by a dog, or by a bear sculpture.
As if it were the end
By small steps, as small as drops of water, the energy comes back.
Distant
So far from your inaccessible flight, and yet you are right there, next to me, I could touch you.
Warm rain
When nature imposes itself, it dominates imperiously.
Reloaded In The Tube
Our steps in the metro are the music of our lives.
Hidden trapdoor
You have to be behind it, hidden behind the trapdoor, to attend the secret meetings; you discover the truth.
The harvest
This calm waiting of human beings is the robots’ waiting for the harvest. Some scream and revolt; they can’t stand their fear of death. But most have grown accustomed to arbitrary violence. And they collaborate for their ephemeral survival.
Where Away Tomorrow
Signing with our soul, as soon as our fingers touch an out-of-tune keyboard.
Roger Odin
A piece with a fragile breath, that I play to pay homage to you, friend who has just left.
Blown river
This small group of exhausted fasters by the river awkwardly try to cheer themselves up with the music they improvise together.
Slim Church
Leslie entered this church, and she didn’t believe what she was told, despite her efforts.
Are you there, spirit?
Enter where the other is and search within yourself if, illuminated by the stained glass windows, contact with the afterlife is made.
And Flexible
Lying down, not being able to move, but turning your head, trying to look behind you.
Improvisation realized under private seing on January 1,2018.
Memory
Remember an old organ in this dusty church. Teenager, with in the headphones of the walkman some 1970s rock.
Improvisation realized under private seing on November 25th, 2017.
Napkin
One morning, we decide to go on a picnic.
Improvisation carried out in private, November 14, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
A leg
Running, running in his head.
Improvisation carried out in private on October 20, 2017.
Math workup
Meditate for a moment. Let his brain put its own house in order.
Improvisation realized in private on October 20,2017.
Bury your cat
To honor the animal, a slow dance, in the memory of falling.
Improvisation realized in private on October 15, 2017.
Dogs and cats fighting for a camembert, observed by mice in 1982
A complicated situation between domestic animals, which a happy music can not pacify.
Improvisation performed in private on October 8, 2017.
Books
To live in a universe made of white noise, which suddenly begins to beat like the heart.
Improvisation carried out in private, October 5, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Wendy is your choice
Decide who you want to be. Wendy chose to change sex.
Public improvisation performed as part of a creative evening “Le fil”, September 29, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
S.T.O.
Looking around, turning your head, turning on yourself.
Improvisation carried in private, September 14, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Brasse coulée
Swim in a large rotating corridor.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 14, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
F.T.A.
Step by step, the ground resounds of every shock of the bare foot that treads it. But at times, it is as if we were flying away.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 13, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Palite
To be rocked by the moon. It’s calm at first, and then everything comes alive.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 13, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
End
An imaginary path towards the end.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 12, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Fear
What scares us is often what is unknown to us. Including sounds.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 8, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Love dialogue
Two voices exchange, respond, listen, not always, and sometimes are in unison.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 6, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Pale
Happy memories, slowed down by the late hour.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 6, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Bastille
Idle rolls on hot stones.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 6, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Moles
Under the ground, everything is not so black. You feel the rhythm of the world.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 5, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Van
Slide bouncing on pink and purple hills.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 5, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Metal
The ladder is not always easy to climb.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 5, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Cry
Nocturnal nostalgia which is imagined in the other, and which is born in itself.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 5, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Cave
Memory of a slow forward in a cave, along an underground lake, on a flying carpet.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 3, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Pink
Crisis, rubbing, screeching, air blowing in all directions. Some notes of music emerge from the chaos.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 1, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Tente
Running in a little stride on a fresh grass of the morning dew.
Improvisation carried out under private signature, July 24, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Le feel
Forget yourself in a gentle rhythm that drifts.
Public improvisation carried out as part of a creative evening “Le fil”, June 30, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Diffusion
Le leaf
Sticky and granular emotional touches.
Public improvisation carried out as part of a creative evening “Le fil”, June 30, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Mass
A sad mass, which doesn’t go as planned.
Glance race
A race of glances in all directions.
Harley
On the road, we go on, calmly but very quickly. And this happens, inescapably.
Improvisation carried out under private seal, May 28, 2017 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Brake
You start the car, you don’t know that the handbrake is still on. You don’t understand why it’s so hard to move forward.
Comedy
Are we in the theater, or are we in reality? In the end, is one the other, and is that good?
Text: Thought by Blaise Pascal, page 396 of manuscript.
Cave
A knock at the door of the cellar. But is it really a door? Is not it rather his own skull?
Improvisation carried out in private, June 27, 2016 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Picnic tablecloth
A child alone in his head dreams about the patterns of the tablecloth on the grass.
Wind meetings
The wind in the ears, the clothes that beat, and someone appears.
Trip to Tallinn
Travel without return. A fear.
Improvisation carried out in private, October 17, 2014.
Tradition used
To cook.
Improvisation carried out in private, October 2, 2014.
Huwww
The deep waves of an inner storm are born, mysterious and imperceptible, and grow, transform, do not know why.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 24, 2014 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Wind and eggs
Walk in the Wind
Improvisation carried out in private, September 24, 2014.
Nymph
The gaze that guides the steps, forward and backward, and these steps bring forth memories.
Improvisation carried out in private, September 18, 2014 (Benoît Labourdette production).
Takeover Other
When the race is frantic, it’s because its raison d’être is fear.
Cold
Never, never, never, never sick!
The chicken
Nature sometimes stings.
Accordion in the corridor
Nostalgia for the past, imaginary.
Little Monkey Revisited
It’s usually only when we retrace our steps, long afterwards, that we realize the true value of things. No doubt we can learn from this.
Remix of the track “Petit singe” from the album “La ville érogène” (2000).
Small stones
In the head of the child who plays in the sandbox, the greatest adventures are lived, powerful emotions cross over and myths take root.
It’s going to rain
The voice of the belly, the inner voice, the voice of the machine... the song of the rain.
