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Message  MarcO le Jeu 4 Sep - 10:25

J'ai écouté hier l'enregistrement du 26.

Malgré des conditions d'écoute pas terribles (j'ai fait ça pendant mon boulot !), malgré le fait que ce soit un enregistrement réalisé dans des conditions peu orthodoxes (le niveau du son n'est pas toujours constant, on entend beaucoup le public ) et bien que ce ne soient pas mes chansons préférées que Kate interprète j'ai beaucoup apprécié.

Un peu surpris au début par sa voix pas toujours juste, mais dans l'ensemble elle assure. J'ai toujours aimé les enregistrements en public justement à cause de ces petits défauts qui rendent l'artiste plus "vrai". Par contre, je n'ai pas du tout apprécié la prestation du Bertie !

Maintenant, j'ai hâte d'avoir des images à mettre sur tout cela. J'espère vraiment qu'un DVD officiel verra le jour rapidement, qu'il ne faudra pas se contenter d'un enregistrement vidéo pirate de mauvaise qualité,  ou patienter des années pour pouvoir l'acheter.
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Message  Renaud le Jeu 4 Sep - 14:49

The Quietus

As Kate Bush plays her first concert in decades, Simon Price looks at her wonderful legacy and reports on a vivid, magical, and overwhelming evening.

After darkness falls at 7.45 sharp, the voice of Miranda Richardson, in character as the titular white witch of "Lily" from 1993's The Red Shoes, recites Vedic imprecations from the centuries-old Gayatri Mantra ("O thou who givest sustenance to the universe, from whom all things proceed, to whom all things return, unveil to us the face of the true spiritual sun hidden by a disc of golden light, that we may know the truth and do our whole duty as we journey to thy sacred feet...") and that song's almost hip hop beat thumps and bumps out into the auditorium, the living, breathing Kate Bush – and yes, this is only the first time that you pinch yourself in disbelief that you're actually seeing her as a flesh and blood human being, and it won't be the last – sashays in from the wings at the head of a casual quasi-conga formed by her backing singers.

A whole mountain of covertly misogynist bollocks has been written in the run-up to the Before The Dawn residency, with much snickering about whether at 56, and inevitably fuller of figure than her willowy 'Wuthering Heights' self, she would still be pulling those Lindsay Kemp-tutored interpretive dance moves. One dinosaur even wrote that to do so would be "unbecoming".

Barefoot, her shoes thrown in the lake some years ago along with any cares about what may be 'becoming', and so softly beautiful that everyone falls hopelessly in love with her in an instant, her face radiates pure joy around the room like a lighthouse beam as she gently pirouettes, her black velvet tassles flailing. Three minutes into the song, there's an Orbison growl and she intones, sotto voce, "this is my space". And her space it is. The night's barely begun, and already, she's owned it. Hammersmith, scene of her last full concert 35 years ago, is her domain again, for 22 nights which sold out, famously, in just fifteen minutes. And if there's ever been a warmer and louder burst of applause at a pop concert, I can't remember it. Her response, amid the clamour, is difficult to make out, but I swear at one point she jokingly asks us "Where have you been?"

Where, indeed. In BBC4's Kate Bush recent documentary, John Lydon perceptively stated that for a lot of his punk friends, Kate Bush was "too much". In two words, he summed up the case against Bush, or at least, the alibi for anyone who ever found her a little off-putting. As a child, she scared me, for reasons largely connected to her too-muchness. Her eyes, mouth, gestures and vocal range were all too big, like the granny-wolf in Little Red Riding Hood, and that, to children, is always going to be unsettling. I would, later, learn to love what had once filled me with fear. Re-immersing oneself in this woman's work is frightening in a different way: it's hard not to be daunted by so much sheer genius within one back-catalogue.

Perhaps it isn't surprising that Rotten's coterie found her unpalatable. Kate Bush, uniquely among the towering icons of the early 80s, didn't come out of punk, but from prog. Inspired by King Crimson and Pink Floyd as much as David Bowie, Stevie Nicks and Roxy Music, and mentored by Gilmour and Gabriel, the multi-chord complexity of her works and the unashamed theatricality of its presentation was rooted in 1973, not 1976. The Kentish soil from which she sprang wasn't that of the Bromley contingent, but that of Soft Machine, Caravan and the Canterbury set, and a century earlier, that of William Morris, whose Red House in Bexleyheath, a stone's throw from Bush's childhood home, was the rural retreat for Rossetti, Elizabeth Siddal and the Pre-Raphaelite set. That unfettered artsyness was the air she breathed, and is the reason Bush should be seen as the last and loudest gasp of the bohemian 1970s, an island of baroque excess amid the tapered strictures of the New Wave.

Her influence upon subsequent performers, particularly female ones, barely needs restating (make your own list), and the same goes for her questing, challenging, experimenting spirit and her commitment to stretching the boundaries of pop. In her early years, Bush was never fully given due credit by a male-dominated press, who scoffed at her as a deluded am-dram princess. Their hairy, hoary heroes were still mining the same old blues-rock seam while Bush was drawing on literary and philosophical influences from George Gurdjieff to James Joyce, imagining an unborn foetus' fear of nuclear apocalypse or empathising with the military mother's grief at her son's flag-draped body bag, and skipping between more musical styles in the space of an album – a single song, even – than most bands dare in their entire careers.

That legacy, arguably, would have been diminished somewhat if her comeback concert had been a cheesy cabaret retread of her greatest hits, a West End-style production of Kate Bush: The Musical. (Not that Before The Dawn isn't theatrical in spades, but more of that shortly.) It's a monumental relief, then, to see her returning resolutely on her own terms, putting on a show which, perhaps pointedly, features nothing from her 1979 setlist, drawing instead on just four albums: Hounds Of Love, The Red Shoes, Aerial and 50 Words For Snow, indicating a refusal to retread her juvenile footsteps and hinting that those are the records which, whether due to recentness of release date or thematic factors, she's particularly feeling at the moment.

Not that she doesn't throw a bone to the hit-hungry. The first act contains a couple of the Whole Story mega-tunes, one of them right at the top of the show. 'Hounds Of Love' ought to attack like a hundred-foot horse with hydrogen bombs for hooves. And it... doesn't, quite. (First night issues with the sound levels, perhaps, and easily tweaked.) But it does provide the first proof that Kate Bush has still got it. "Oh, here I go!", she belts out with Beaufort Scale lungs and, yes, there she goes. After 'Joanni' from Aerial, a tribute to Jeanne D'Arc which shows her inner Catholic schoolgirl (Kate was raised by doctors and nuns, poised between the rational and the irrational), we get 'Top Of The City' from The Red Shoes, and when she hits the big, spine-rattling note ("I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'LL LOVE ME FOR IT..."), any lingering doubts about the enduring power of her voice are vapourised.

That song barely has time to fade when a minor chord on the keyboard causes an intake of breath that seems to suck all the air from the room. 'Running Up That Hill' is one of the greatest songs ever written. The NME once deemed it the greatest of all. The dawning realisation that we're witnessing it performed live, note-perfect and in extended form, is overwhelming.

When that single came out, Bush was only 26, an age at which many of today's hipster darlings can still pose as upstarts, but THEN already seemed like the most demure, mature, dignified, elegant elder stateswoman of pop, exuding utter class among the TOTP trash. And yet, it's filth: a single in which a woman daydreams of striking an inverse-Faustian pact to experience sexual intercourse from the point of view of the male. (Other, more diplomatic interpretations are available, but frankly, any reading of 'Running Up That Hill' which doesn't accept that "Do you wanna know that it doesn't hurt me?" and "See how deep the bullet lies" are about cock is a non-starter.)

Few other artists would consider such a thing. But its parent album was even more extraordinary. Hounds Of Love functioned as Kate's rapprochement with mainstream pop, after the (superb) Aborigines-with-Fairlights weirdness of The Dreaming, and its first side was a hits-fest, but she still found space to fill the whole of side two with a conceptual art statement, The Ninth Wave - a half-hour suite consisting of the inner monologue of a woman who is floating adrift at sea, and imagines herself variously as a corpse trapped under the ice, a ghost in her family home, and a witch on the ducking stool. "They're completely alone at the mercy of their imagination," she once tellingly said of The Ninth Wave's fictional protagonist, "which I find a completely terrifying thing."

It's a piece of which she's clearly still proud, because she performs it in its entirety tonight. After 2005 comeback single 'King Of The Mountain', her percussionist, who looks like a crew member from the Black Pearl (fittingly enough, for the nautical theme of what follows), takes centre stage and literally whips up a storm. Footage of the eye of a hurricane gives way to an interlude in which an amateur stargazer attempts to report a mayday from a stricken boat. The screen falls, and the entire stage has been transformed into the undersea ribcage of a shipwreck (with heavy overtones of the Jonah & The Whale story).

The backing singers, notably including Kate's son Bertie (who, she has said, gave her the strength to make this comeback), now double as fellow victims of the capsized vessel. There are trap doors, scary skeletal fish-people, and an overhead rescue helicopter. There's a deliberately corny scene in which the lost woman's son and husband exchange good-natured banter about burning sausages and during which – turn away now if you don't want spoilers – Bush magically appears in a corner of the room. There's a stunning choral finale borrowed from Werner Herzog's Nosferatu. And the PA's surround sound comes into its own, with the recorded voices of Bush's own family – and Robbie Coltrane – attempting to shake her awake with a matronly "You must wake up, child" and a more affectionate "Wake up, luv." Suddenly, you understand why the show needed a dress rehearsal.

The predictions of hardcore Bush-spotters that the photo on her website of Bush wearing an orange lifejacket prove, then, to be bang on the money. As do the assumptions about the significance of the underwater flora on the gig ticket itself. After a 20 minute interlude, Act two of the show is taken up with another concept piece, this time the A Sky Of Honey disc from Aerial.

The title of that album, of course, is a triple entendre. Firstly, its subject matter is, literally, things that happen in the air. Secondly and thirdly, Bush is both an aerial and an Ariel, half lightning-rod tuning into the elements, half mythical sprite. It's crucial, in the understanding of Kate Bush, to realise that she isn't a total alien like Prince or Bowie. She's one of us, but more so. A heightened version of ourselves, a conductor of the sensual world (incidentally, it's a minor pity that nothing from The Sensual World itself gets played). An ultrahuman.

The bucolic reverie of A Sky Of Honey begins with an enchanted forest, 'real' snowfall, and an almost life-sized wooden artist's mannequin. It involves slow-motion footage of birds in flight, cloud formations developing and the moon rising. The singer-dancer-actors, this time, play skull-headed bird-people, while the Rolf Harris role in 'The Painter's Link' is taken by Bertie (which is probably for the best), who also performs a new song, 'Tawny Moon', inserted near the end of the suite. There are attendees who, after the show, will complain that this section is boring. But, while it admittedly lacks the drama and peril of The Ninth Wave, there's nothing that's boring about the ending: Bush, wearing a giant pair of crow's wings, spreads them wide like a gothic Pygar and – for just a few seconds – flies, as if in an affectionate fuck-you to Faith Brown's famous wire-flying "Wow" pisstake all those years ago.

It's an incredibly emotional evening, but there are no grand speeches from Bush, just a few words of heartfelt thanks for our "warm and positive" response (there have been standing ovations every few minutes, it seems, over the course of a nearly three-hour show), and a moment when, jarringly if correctly, she describes her band - seasoned session men and former members of Weather Report, Mezzoforte, Pink Floyd and Dire Straits - as "shit hot" (it feels wrong to hear Kate Bush swearing, somehow).

She encores by sitting at the piano for 'Among Angels', the closing ballad from 50 Words For Snow, then brings back the band for a marching-paced 'Cloudbusting'. The line "Ooh, I just know that something good is gonna happen" is redundant: It already has. Another standing ovation. "Does that mean you liked it?", she asks, coy as anything.

Understatement. From Kate Bush. Now there's a thing.

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Re: After the Dawn

Message  Renaud le Jeu 4 Sep - 14:53

Tracy Thorn (Everything But The Girl) à propos de Before The Dawn

Tracey Thorn on Kate Bush at the Hammersmith Apollo: the ecstatic triumph of a life’s work

If we still ask, where has Kate Bush been all these years and why has she not done this before, my answer would be that I think she has been living the life that made this show possible.

When Kate Bush announced this year that she was planning some live shows, I felt very personally let down.

As someone who hasn’t toured since the year 2000, I often have to defend my position as a non-performer, and when I’m backed into a corner I pull out my handy list of fellow refuseniks. “David Bowie, Liz Fraser, Linda Thompson,” I’ll shout triumphantly. “Scott Walker, Paddy McAloon, Paul Buchanan.” And my trump card has always been Kate Bush, who beats the rest of us into a cocked hat, having toured once in 35 years. “I do not need to play live,” I say smugly, “because Kate Bush doesn’t.” And then she went and spoiled it all by changing her mind.

No one knows why Kate Bush stopped performing. Theories abound, ranging from perfectionism to stage fright to trauma over the death of a crew member on that first tour. But through all the discussions runs a similar thread of incomprehension as to why someone so loved, so revered, would not want to stand in front of an audience and bask in that adulation. I’ve just finished writing a book about singing, Naked at the Albert Hall, which touches on this question, looking at fear and vulnerability, and examining those enigmatic singers who retreat into the shadows, becoming mythologised as much for their absence as for their music (silent sirens such as Vashti Bunyan and Anne Briggs), as well as others who were in some way haunted by their talent (Dusty Springfield, Sandy Denny, Karen Carpenter, Scott Walker).

It was with all this fresh in my mind that I heard the news about Kate’s return, and so my curiosity was fired up. What would her voice be like after all this time of practising only the precise, controlled craft of studio singing? Would she have the stamina required to do justice to her songs, and to a long run of live shows? Was there any danger of a miming scandal? It was a situation rich with possibilities, a gift to a singer like me who likes theorising about other singers. I got my ticket and, a week before the concert, settled down to my homework of listening to all her albums. An academic exercise, intended to refresh my memory and reassess things I’d missed, or dismissed. That was on Friday.

Three days later, on bank holiday Monday, the children were starting to worry. Coming into the kitchen, they would find me bug-eyed and bewildered, sitting at my laptop, with often weird and discordant, though sometimes swirlingly beautiful music pouring forth. “Mum?” they asked tentatively. “Are you still listening to Kate Bush?” Yes, was the answer. And not only that, but I was listening as a changed and slightly deranged person.

Previously a respectful admirer of her music, I had, in the course of one long weekend, fallen in love. She had got under my skin, punched me in the guts, made me cry, sent me reeling. I’d gone to the gym and walked on the treadmill to “King of the Mountain” and “Nocturn” on a loop. Then I’d returned home and done it all again. I had, in fact, gone a bit mad.

So one week later here I am, clutching my ticket in Row N of the Hammersmith Apollo, all detachment thrown to the wind, about to experience something I didn’t even know I needed. I’ve read the early reviews, so I know more or less what to expect, and indeed it begins conventionally enough, albeit with songs I never dreamed I’d hear live being performed by an all-star band, and with actual Kate Bush standing there barefoot in front of me. Her face beams a warm pussycat smile, but the set of her jaw is determined and resilient lest you mistake one second of this smiling for soppiness.

Six straight songs and then, just as we are relaxing, the stage transforms, and the drama begins: a multi-sensory performance of “The Ninth Wave”, the suite of songs that forms side two of The Hounds of Love (1985). There’s Kate on screen in a life jacket, apparently slipping away from us, singing “And Dream of Sheep”, one of her most beautiful songs.

I should probably write this somewhere more formal – my will, perhaps – but in case I forget, let me say here that I would be happy for you to play this song at my funeral. I weep as she sings it, partly because I’m imagining my own funeral, but also because we are witnessing a struggle between life and death, where a drowning woman yearns to be saved, to return to her beloved family. “Let me live!” she cries a few songs later. Overwhelming and exhilarating as they are, all the special effects – Kate in a tank, a helicopter search beam strafing the audience – are in the service of the songs and the story.

Why is it so moving? Well, because when finally she is brought back it is not just the fictional heroine, but Kate herself who has survived the years, and those cold seas, and returned to us. The two strands, family love and audience love, intertwine as she shows us how both mean so much to her. “D’you know what?/I love you better now,” she sings, as the first half ends and we wipe our tears.

Part two is calmer, more reflective, consisting of one side of the recent album Aerial (2005). Reprieved from death, she now revels in the simple, sensuous pleasures of life. Birdsong on a summer afternoon. The setting of the sun and the rising of the moon. In more conventional hands this could be merely decorous and pastoral, even a little twee, but somehow she has found a way to transform contentment into euphoria. The mood is hypnotic, rhythmic and trancey, and the stage dazzles with images of light and flight; less genteel garden party, more full-on midsummer rave, it could be the ultimate blissed-out headliner of a blistering, sunny Glastonbury.

And her singing voice, which I so worried about? It is a thing of wonder, any youthful shrillness replaced by a richer, occasionally gravelly tone, and with a full-throated power unbelievable in someone who has so rarely sung live. All I can think is that she must have been practising, on her own in a barn somewhere, for the past 35 years. Practising, planning, waiting for all the stars to align – her own desire, the cast of collaborators, the right time and place – in order for this to happen. And it is an ecstatic triumph, a truly extraordinary achievement.

So if we still ask, where has she been all these years and why has she not done this before, my answer would be that I think she has been living the life that made this show possible. Writing the songs on which it all hangs, dreaming these wild and vivid dreams, loving her son. My point about some of those singers I mentioned earlier, who retreated from the stage, is that often they chose their life over their art, a perfectly reasonable thing to do, which can nonetheless be portrayed as a form of neurosis.

Kate Bush may have been semi-absent from our lives all these years, but it looks to me like she has been fully present in her own. And though we all fret about our work/life balance, in truth, it takes a lot of life to make work this good.


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Re: After the Dawn

Message  Jean-Marc le Jeu 4 Sep - 15:13

Renaud a écrit:

Elle serait super celle-là si la qualité était meilleure!
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Message  benjicoq le Jeu 4 Sep - 15:17

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Message  Renaud le Jeu 4 Sep - 15:25

Ouais, j'aime beaucoup aussi !

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Message  Renaud le Ven 5 Sep - 9:38

Il parait qu'il y a eu un sujet sur Kate Bush et son retour sur scène hier soir dans le JT de France 2. (sans doute vers la fin...).
Je ne sais pas si on peut retrouver ça ! Question

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Message  Jean-Marc le Ven 5 Sep - 9:49

C'est  ici
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Message  Renaud le Ven 5 Sep - 9:53

Merci Jean-Marc, entre temps je l'ai trouvé aussi.....
Sur ton lien il manque juste un p'tit bout du reportage......

L'intégralité ici à 36:25

Et on ne fera aucun commentaire sur la comparaison inopportune à la fin du reportage......

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Message  Jean-Marc le Ven 5 Sep - 10:32

Il m'a toujours manqué un p'tit bout... C'est le drame de ma vie
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Message  MarcO le Ven 5 Sep - 12:17

Aujourd'hui, j'ai écouté l'enregistrement du 27. La qualité sonore y est bien mieux que sur celui du 26.

Joli, joli concert tout compte fait.
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Message  Emma le Ven 5 Sep - 13:24

Renaud a écrit:

Et on ne fera aucun commentaire sur la comparaison inopportune à la fin du reportage......


Ah bon elle se serait inspirée de Mylene la Rousse? Laughing elle faisait quoi Mylene en 1978? geek
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Message  MarcO le Ven 5 Sep - 14:25

D'après Wikipédia, en 1978 elle avait 17 ans et semble-t-il après avoir claqué la porte du lycée elle suivait des cours pour devenir comédienne. Elle n'a commencé sa carrière de chanteuse qu'en 1984 donc cela m'étonnerais fort que Kate s'en soit inspiré de quelque façon que ce soit ! Peut-être l'inverse ? Et encore, je ne vois pas ce qu'elles ont en commun.
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Message  Renaud le Ven 5 Sep - 14:46

Emma a écrit:
elle faisait quoi Mylene en 1978? geek

Ben comme nous tous, elle découvrait Kate Bush !!!

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Message  Lucy Dreams le Ven 5 Sep - 14:57

J'ai laissé un comm', je n'ai pas pu m'en empêcher... Embarassed
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Message  Pierre le Ven 5 Sep - 21:51

Lucy Dreams a écrit:J'ai laissé un comm', je n'ai pas pu m'en empêcher... Embarassed

Björk était encore dans le public le 29? Shocked

Quant à Mylène Farmer, elle n'a jamais fait un secret de son admiration pour KB, j'ai lu plusieurs interviews au début de sa carrière dans lesquelles elle le mentionnait.

Bah! On ne va pas demander au JT de France 2 de faire du journalisme! Laughing Laughing Laughing

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Message  Lucy Dreams le Ven 5 Sep - 23:41

Ah c'était le 28?
De toute façon, moi je ne suis pas journaliste, je n'ai pas à vérifier mes sources... Rolling Eyes
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Message  Pierre le Sam 6 Sep - 6:05

Lucy Dreams a écrit:Ah c'était le 28?

Non, le 27. Wink

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Message  Jérôme le Dim 7 Sep - 9:10

Mazette quelle voix ! Là j'écris sur un fichu smartphone et j'ai pas encore digéré donc je donne que des impressions lapidaires.la mise en scène de ce spectacle est juste fabuleuse. Ça commence par un tour de chant mais quand debute the 9th on est happe. Le theme de la mort est très present.c'est très très pensé et comme j'ai perdu quelqu'un de proche ces dernieres années je me prend ça en pleine gueule avec le recul. Une sorte d'effet de delay.cependant j'aimerais tant aller la revoir encore et encore car outre la magie du show c'est bien à une sublimation de la vie qu'elle nous invite..j'avais un peu de reserve sur son esprit spirituel mais je dois dire que son acuité sur la nature profonde de nos vies me bouleverse.je n'etais pas un grand fan de cloudbusting. J'ai vraiment changer d'avis.she really knows what is important!
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Message  Renaud le Dim 7 Sep - 11:16

Ravi que le spectacle t'ait plu Jérôme Wink
Moi je plane toujours un peu, j'y pense tout le temps, me demande si je l'ai bien vécu....
Il y a certains moments que je n'oublierai jamais.

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Message  Jean-Marc le Dim 7 Sep - 12:54

C'est curieux comme je reste "hanté" par cette soirée.
J'aimerais vraiment y retourner pour approfondir cette émotion.
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Re: After the Dawn

Message  Emma le Dim 7 Sep - 14:54

... J'ai pu frimer en société hier soir à l'anniversaire de mon beauf en disant"j'y étais".
J'ai donné un HOL en double à la nièce de Pascal (11 ans) et prêté TKI et TD à la fille d'un ami, 19 ans et très fan de Mémère (je les ai au moins en 3 ex... Même s'il oubliait de me les rendre, je ne perdrais rien Laughing
Je me suis replongée dans le boot du 27 du coup....
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Re: After the Dawn

Message  Alexis* le Lun 8 Sep - 12:25

Comme certains d'entre vous, j'y suis encore.
Je n'ai quasi rien écouté d'autre depuis. Et je saoule tout le monde parce que j'ai envie de raconter ce que j'ai vécu sauf que quand je le raconte, c'est ridicule Very Happy
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Re: After the Dawn

Message  benjicoq le Lun 8 Sep - 12:38

haha, oui, hors contexte c'est un peu ridicule...
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