lundi 23 janvier
Mercredi il va y avoir une fête à Paris à l'occasion de l'anniversaire de New Rose. Pour Blog Up New Rose c'est vraiment toute sa jeunesse. La boutique rue Pierre Sarazin où l'on pouvait découvrir quantité de disques et rencontrer en simple client les acteurs du rock des années 80. Mais surtout New Rose est cet excellent label qui nous a permis de découvrir par exemple le Gun Club ou encore le fameux Willie Alexander. C'est de lui que Blog Up veut vous parler aujourd'hui. Dans les années 80, New Rose a signé Willie qui à l'époque se faisait appeler Willie Loco Alexander. En ce début d'année Willie Alexander est de retour pour un nouvel album Dog bar yacht club [Last call / Wagram] avec ces vieux complices du Boom Boom Band. Ce disque est un évenement pour plusieurs raisons. La première parce que cela faisait 27 ans que Willie et le Boom Boom Band n'avaient pas enregistré un album. La deuxième parce que cet album est un magnifique exemple d'album rock. Oui un disque d'une pureté et d'une simplicité extraordinaire, ici pas de surproduction juste l'essentiel. Le plaisir peut s'écouter, il s'appelle Dog bar yacht club ! Ce disque est déjà un classique. Ce disque comme tous les albums de Willie doivent absolument figurer dans toutes discothèques dignes de ce nom. Willie et le Boom Boom Band servent le rock de manière royale. Ils seront en concert le 25 Paris au Glaz'art pour fêter les 25 ans de New Rose. et le 27 à Angouleme (La Nef + Les Wampas), le 28 à La Rochelle (La Casamence) et le 29 à Bordeaux (Heretic Club).
A VISITER : le site de Willie Alexander avec des sons à écouter, le site de New Rose
A NOTER : La souris déglinguée sera aussi à l'affiche de la fête le 25.
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Willie & the Boom Boom at Glazart (Paris)
Well, let's see. What was it like? Glazart is a low cinderblock building across from a bus terminal next to a highway bridge on the edge of Paris. Other than the fact it is painted hot pink it looks like a place to drop off a stolen car or leave the van with the dead bodies. Parked the car and stood outside the door while the worker bees inside got themselves organized for the show. Willie & his posse arrived, passed me the CD, and went in to plug into something. We stood for more time as the crowd built up and the security guys finished their evening warm ups in the gym somewhere. Finally we got to stand by a ticket window and I found my name on "the list" and we were among the elect.
The room is a club. Low stage, sofa and chairs, bar, big arty photos on the wall, low ceiling. It filled up with not too young and not too old heterosexual Paris crowd. A bit of punk fashion, sweat shirts, informal, nothing too extreme. Had a rum and waited.
Willie and his three Boom Booms came out and went right into it. A guy with a hand-held video camera fed one wavy screen but we got a side view. Willie's right profile is good. The bass player looks like an accountant. The guitarist like a car mechanic with not only his key chain hanging from his jeans but a big cell phone on his belt -- I shoulda called him to see if he would answer, I wonder if he had it on vibrate? The tie-die drummer kept all the beats. Willie in black on black with his white hair and beak, staring at the crowd. The crowd is attentive and quiet. Willie waves his hands and extends most of his body in various directions, waving like a tree. They are listening to the songs, which are quick and loud, but I will bet that no one really understood what he was saying. They could feel it, I assume. There was clapping between numbers but little movement. He did five songs from Dog Bar, so I knew what he was saying. After Gravelly Hill I almost screamed "OLSON LIVES" but it seemed like spitting in the wind. He introduced Fred Buck's Footsteps by showing off some kind of shaker he had in his pocket. Perhaps it was an envelope with powder. He used it as a marachas while the guitarist kept the sound going and Bo Didley's spirit danced on the drums. There were cameras being pushed at his face. Then they went into Kenmore Square Boston Retro mode and I kind of lost them, as I wasn't there (I was in Harvard Square at the time) and I don't know what the crowd made of chanting Mass Ave. But they were sweating and having a good show. Willie looks rather like a cross between a spider crab and a seagull, moving his arms as if he were riding a sound wave, banging on his piano occasionally. The sound was poor but good enough. Not much balance. The show was over. They did one more, soaking wet (they were working hard), applause and disappeared.
We got another drink, saw them come back in, said Good Show and shook hands as they went off for a free meal somewhere in the back. Finally the second band came on LA SOURIS DEGLINGUEE (http://www.la-souris-deglinguee.com/), short for LSD. Drum, guitar, sax, bass. The crowd was there for these guys. Everyone was screaming along, everyone knew the chants. Big security guys with black gloves holding back the throbbing gristle as they whacked their guitars and honked their horns. It was loud, but not that loud. A left-handed guitarist from Seattle started to hit on my cherie standing beside me. I could still think, which made me think it was time to leave, so we did.
It was a great opportunity to see such a scene. Willie is world class.
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