<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892</id><updated>2012-02-03T11:42:00.691+01:00</updated><category term='Toronto'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Clouds Inc'/><category term='Fin de Siècle'/><category term='MaCu'/><category term='Alix Marchetti'/><category term='Nancy'/><category term='MindThings'/><category term='Goran Becker'/><category term='Materia Aurora'/><category term='Suzanne Hafenscher'/><category term='Strasbourg'/><category term='Sogar'/><category term='München'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Berlin'/><category term='Sheena Hirsch'/><category term='Niedowierzanie'/><category term='Greta Anderson'/><category term='Hanweiler'/><category term='Tanya Vasilyeva'/><category term='Hjärna'/><category term='Pieyre Wittmann'/><category term='Releases'/><category term='Jürgen Heckel'/><category term='Stéphane F.'/><category term='Zoos'/><category term='Nathan Ward'/><category term='Al Amor de la Lumbre'/><category term='Sarreguemines'/><category term='Blauer Abend Radio'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Websites'/><category term='Antoine Agard'/><category term='Saarbruecken'/><title type='text'>Blauer Abend</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blauer Abend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15497404988893217831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E2DT8Dk36A/TSMVtqR_RXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KnZW56gY43I/S900-R/alix%2B%2528Medium%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-3287395578607084904</id><published>2012-01-10T20:34:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T15:25:55.606+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blauer Abend Radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tanya Vasilyeva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suzanne Hafenscher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='München'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MaCu'/><title type='text'>Blauer Abend Radio -  MaCu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZMkbRgGHc8/TwyS1Y80mgI/AAAAAAAANKU/_D0p6knhepE/s1600/Untitled-1%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZMkbRgGHc8/TwyS1Y80mgI/AAAAAAAANKU/_D0p6knhepE/s400/Untitled-1%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696089074645113346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo by Tanya Vasilyeva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do support female artists, at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blauer Abend&lt;/span&gt;, and in the world of experimental / ambient / "and so on" music, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suzanne Hafenscher&lt;/span&gt;, aka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MaCu&lt;/span&gt;, is one the most remarkable of the austrian scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes" sounds like a dark and strange daydreaming afternoon in the summertime. In a heavy, stormy summer afternoon. And that's exactly what we all need these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/BlauerAbendRadio"&gt;http://www.archive.org/details/BlauerAbendRadio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and as we really support &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;artistresses&lt;/span&gt;, this link, where the picture aboves comes : &lt;a href="http://photoboite.com/3030/"&gt;http://photoboite.com/3030/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-3287395578607084904?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/3287395578607084904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/3287395578607084904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2012/01/blauer-abend-radio-macu.html' title='Blauer Abend Radio -  MaCu'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZMkbRgGHc8/TwyS1Y80mgI/AAAAAAAANKU/_D0p6knhepE/s72-c/Untitled-1%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-128199289874884788</id><published>2012-01-03T00:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:33:17.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66HSl7EYiiM/TwJGAS8XSoI/AAAAAAAANKI/KkIuWQrXQ9U/s1600/6013154974_45414a3f64_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66HSl7EYiiM/TwJGAS8XSoI/AAAAAAAANKI/KkIuWQrXQ9U/s400/6013154974_45414a3f64_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693189849848695426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From our bunker in Saarbruecken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blauer Abend&lt;/span&gt; vous souhaite une excellente année 2012, et beaucoup de courage pour supporter, pendant un an, les plaisanteries poussives de vos collègues, amis et parents, sur la fin du monde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blauer Abend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wishes you a happy year 2012, and lots of courage to endure your colleagues, friends and parents' s lousy jokes about the end of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-128199289874884788?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/128199289874884788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/128199289874884788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012.html' title='2012 !'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66HSl7EYiiM/TwJGAS8XSoI/AAAAAAAANKI/KkIuWQrXQ9U/s72-c/6013154974_45414a3f64_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-7436734869076761648</id><published>2011-12-13T23:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:27:47.050+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blauer Abend Radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fin de Siècle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarreguemines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MindThings'/><title type='text'>Sarreguemines by night again</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mUv8bCTPqyw" allowfullscreen="true" frameborder="0" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Sweet Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems everyone around me think that video sucks ; ok, but I don't care and I upload it nevertheless. Because at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blauer Abend&lt;/span&gt; we are autistics. Because we are not goddamn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;artists&lt;/span&gt;. We're not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;professionnals&lt;/span&gt;. We aren't anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But broken-hearted retarded teenagers, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life's Things" by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mindthings&lt;/span&gt; is on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blauer Abend Radio&lt;/span&gt;'s last update, with a second track by the defunct french band &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fin de Siècle&lt;/span&gt; : "To Brian".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to the haunting genius of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian W&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/BlauerAbendRadio"&gt;http://www.archive.org/details/BlauerAbendRadio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-7436734869076761648?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/7436734869076761648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/7436734869076761648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/10/sarreguemines-by-night-again.html' title='Sarreguemines by night again'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mUv8bCTPqyw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-6688646274756858702</id><published>2011-12-01T14:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:49:41.559+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saarbruecken'/><title type='text'>Saarbrücken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x_nNZj5ZmNw/TteFw1zGviI/AAAAAAAAM7A/aj4i_WZ-6J4/s1600/AMOK-a24440572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x_nNZj5ZmNw/TteFw1zGviI/AAAAAAAAM7A/aj4i_WZ-6J4/s400/AMOK-a24440572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681156529072815650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo by unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-6688646274756858702?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/6688646274756858702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/6688646274756858702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/12/saarbrucken.html' title='Saarbrücken'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x_nNZj5ZmNw/TteFw1zGviI/AAAAAAAAM7A/aj4i_WZ-6J4/s72-c/AMOK-a24440572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-7973793100438776812</id><published>2011-11-19T22:37:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T10:24:07.742+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pieyre Wittmann'/><title type='text'>Nancy c'est la nuit - par Pieyre Wittmann</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_8JqA7wNOk/TsgpvhFcxDI/AAAAAAAAM1E/0fLuYkhmjMM/s1600/IMG_4726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFSpHdoUXIE/TsgpW616jQI/AAAAAAAAM0c/PXFCxa_OTOw/s400/IMG_4742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676832804029762818" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-7973793100438776812?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/7973793100438776812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/7973793100438776812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/11/nancy-cest-la-nuit-par-pieyre-wittmann.html' title='Nancy c&apos;est la nuit - par Pieyre Wittmann'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_8JqA7wNOk/TsgpvhFcxDI/AAAAAAAAM1E/0fLuYkhmjMM/s72-c/IMG_4726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-4640216830675531896</id><published>2011-10-27T21:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:23:12.213+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blauer Abend Radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jürgen Heckel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='München'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sogar'/><title type='text'>Blauer Abend Radio - Jürgen Heckel / Sogar</title><content type='html'>"Le triomphe de la végétation est total".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yD_I-vmnnU8/TqWh0tS8LHI/AAAAAAAAMiQ/EkQbm0c9nd4/s1600/JHeckel03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yD_I-vmnnU8/TqWh0tS8LHI/AAAAAAAAMiQ/EkQbm0c9nd4/s400/JHeckel03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667113632999943282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajIzMgEgaVY/TqWh1U-6CrI/AAAAAAAAMio/0bn_p66DQLA/s1600/JHeckel01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajIzMgEgaVY/TqWh1U-6CrI/AAAAAAAAMio/0bn_p66DQLA/s400/JHeckel01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667113643653335730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pPXM3x2ulmw/TqWh0YI9g2I/AAAAAAAAMiE/4z4NF-zpI6s/s1600/JHeckel04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pPXM3x2ulmw/TqWh0YI9g2I/AAAAAAAAMiE/4z4NF-zpI6s/s400/JHeckel04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667113627320943458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLj0iH4qK7Q/TqWh1LQtqZI/AAAAAAAAMig/2dLjEnxVOUI/s1600/JHeckel02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GLj0iH4qK7Q/TqWh1LQtqZI/AAAAAAAAMig/2dLjEnxVOUI/s400/JHeckel02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667113641043667346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photos and music : Sogar - Jürgen Heckel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, the excellent photographer, and also musician &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jürgen Heckel&lt;/span&gt; gave us two tracks, remixes of &lt;a href="http://www.yoshihirohanno.com/"&gt;Yoshihiro Hanno&lt;/a&gt;, "Lost" and "Marriage".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be listened to, and downloaded here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/BlauerAbendRadio"&gt;http://www.archive.org/details/BlauerAbendRadio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jürgen Heckel&lt;/span&gt;, also known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sogar&lt;/span&gt;, was born in Nuremberg in 1970 and has been living in Paris for 14 years and is now located in Munich. He started playing music when he was 19 and became part of several groups as a guitarist. He then got interested in creating and processing sound in unconventional ways. Thus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jürgen &lt;/span&gt;manipulates accidental sounds to create light and fragile melodic textures. The ...sources of these arrangements are guitars as well as sounds from mixing consoles, amplifiers, cables or other aural finds. These sounds are then reworked on a computer to become a music made of cracklings, and rich melodic oscillations exploring the extremes of the sound spectrum by associating acoustic technique and software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monohr.com/"&gt;http://www.monohr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isolohr.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://isolohr.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:sogar@monohr.com"&gt;sogar@monohr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-4640216830675531896?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/4640216830675531896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/4640216830675531896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/10/blauer-abend-radio-jurgen-heckel-sogar.html' title='Blauer Abend Radio - Jürgen Heckel / Sogar'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yD_I-vmnnU8/TqWh0tS8LHI/AAAAAAAAMiQ/EkQbm0c9nd4/s72-c/JHeckel03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-1901649729746857087</id><published>2011-10-12T19:21:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T00:55:39.930+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alix Marchetti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al Amor de la Lumbre'/><title type='text'>Berlin</title><content type='html'>" Je passe beaucoup de temps à lire et à manger des sushis. A avoir mal aussi. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7M4beaSRSE/TpXMyQ4DZuI/AAAAAAAAMQk/BSniTzAgJtE/s1600/308216_10150406003375546_653535545_10596889_583189557_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7M4beaSRSE/TpXMyQ4DZuI/AAAAAAAAMQk/BSniTzAgJtE/s400/308216_10150406003375546_653535545_10596889_583189557_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662657270383863522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alix Marchetti, Berlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-1901649729746857087?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/1901649729746857087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/1901649729746857087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/10/alix-marchetti-berlin.html' title='Berlin'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M7M4beaSRSE/TpXMyQ4DZuI/AAAAAAAAMQk/BSniTzAgJtE/s72-c/308216_10150406003375546_653535545_10596889_583189557_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-727495151541975728</id><published>2011-10-07T00:15:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T09:58:40.275+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blauer Abend Radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathan Ward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hjärna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Materia Aurora'/><title type='text'>Blauer Abend Radio - Materia Aurora / Hjärna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JPyt02ToDms/To4pPGewOVI/AAAAAAAAMNg/F2h5VfQ6Xmc/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x7gGuvQ5elI/To4o0AnMwBI/AAAAAAAAMNA/I3NhgZixxrU/s400/012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660506655634014226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18C1mihwO9M/To4oz5uVCdI/AAAAAAAAMM4/DtaKZE7h8bo/s1600/047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18C1mihwO9M/To4oz5uVCdI/AAAAAAAAMM4/DtaKZE7h8bo/s400/047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660506653784869330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photographs by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nathan_ward/"&gt;Nathan Ward&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent nights and nights in the neon lights,&lt;br /&gt;shivering in the cold -&lt;br /&gt;We were young, wild and bright -&lt;br /&gt;We were young but felt so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/BlauerAbendRadio"&gt;http://www.archive.org/details/BlauerAbendRadio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="26" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"/&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="cachebusting"/&gt;&lt;param value="#000000" name="bgcolor"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" /&gt;&lt;param value="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'01-MateriaAurora-Hjarna-LoungeEscaperemix.mp3','autoPlay':false},'02-AntoineAgard-PastoraleblauerAbendRadio08-06-11.mp3','03-Hjarna-Untitled.mp3','04-SheenaHirsch-ForD.mp3'],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/BlauerAbendRadio/'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.1-dev.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':true,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{'Listen+to+BlauerAbendRadio+at+archive.org':null},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" name="flashvars"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="26" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" cachebusting="true" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" flashvars="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'01-MateriaAurora-Hjarna-LoungeEscaperemix.mp3','autoPlay':false},'02-AntoineAgard-PastoraleblauerAbendRadio08-06-11.mp3','03-Hjarna-Untitled.mp3','04-SheenaHirsch-ForD.mp3'],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/BlauerAbendRadio/'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.1-dev.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':true,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{'Listen+to+BlauerAbendRadio+at+archive.org':null},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}"&gt; 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- Pieyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souvent j’allais me réfugier au Muséum. La fréquentation des animaux  morts m’apaisait. J’y restais des après-midis, assis dans le hall ou  déambulant entre les ours et les lynx, les éléphants, les rhinocéros. On  osait pas me chasser, après tout, je payais mon entrée, j’étais propre ;  on ne pouvait rien me dire. Je fixais le morse qu’on avait installé  face à une glace, afin qu’il puisse se mirer sans fin dans la mort. Sans  doute, si nous avions pu communiquer, aurait-il eu des choses à  m’apprendre. Je repensais à Cioran, à ses apartés avec son squelette, à  l’humilité des ossements. Leur impitoyable et paisible leçon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Stéphane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"J'étais seul à Nancy, récemment, pour la première fois depuis longtemps je m'y suis senti chez moi. Je suis retourné au zoo de la Pépinière, où la mère d'un ami est morte en l'an deux mille. Les ours étaient morts le même jour. Je suis allé aussi au Muséum Aquarium, qui a été refait. J'ai été fasciné par les animaux empaillés à l'étage. Je crois que j'adore cet aspect tellement "dix-neuvième siècle" des musées, des spécimen, des collections... Et en même temps c'est la mort dans toute sa splendeur. Je me comprends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Alix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tu n'as jamais vu les photos de moi, enfant, avec les animaux empaillés ? Un ami de mon père, photographe, avait eu l'autorisation d'utiliser les animaux pour faire des portraits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXe2R4z56UM/ToL69gJea8I/AAAAAAAAMJo/fQSrNttxAwc/s1600/Alix%2BMarchetti%2B%2528151%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXe2R4z56UM/ToL69gJea8I/AAAAAAAAMJo/fQSrNttxAwc/s400/Alix%2BMarchetti%2B%2528151%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657360016439405506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J'adore l'aquarium pour les mêmes raisons ; la dernière fois que je suis allée a Paris, en janvier, je suis allée au musée de paléontologie, où il y a les squelettes de dinosaures, etc... et beaucoup de choses dans du formol, la plupart ayant été volés par Napoléon à la Hollande ; fascinant. Au-delà de la fascination de la leçon d'anatomie type 19eme (on peut visiter l'amphithéâtre ou elle se tenait a Bruxelles, le mercredi matin, avec la table en marbre, les gradins etc..), j'aime beaucoup les dinosaures, les animaux disparus, le cerf gigantesque qu'on trouvait en Écosse par exemple, et bien sur tout ce qui est préhistorique - j'ai eu la chance de visiter Lascaux. Ils ont récemment réussi a déterminer le sexe des personnes qui ont posé leurs mains sur les murs, et de voir une main d'homme, une main de femme, tout ça entrecroisé dans une logique qui nous échappe, ça m'a émue, énormément.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Bruxelles il y a un endroit absolument magique, le musée africain de Tervuren; tu y accèdes après une heure de tram dans la forêt - rien que ca, c'est une pure merveille. Tu arrives dans un grand château perdu en Flandres, et tout le musée colonial a été laissé en l'état, avec ses veilles vitrines et compositions, les planches... rien n'a été touché.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J'aimerais avoir un cabinet de curiosités, ça a toujours été une de mes aspirations, et aussi un boudoir. Peut-être a-t-on trop lu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tu vois tous les objets de Des Esseintes dans &lt;u&gt;A rebours&lt;/u&gt; ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visite d'Alix à Nancy, premières retrouvailles depuis bien sept ans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Où d'autre pouvions-nous aller ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46-cGDmDxMg/ToH7nUc6_CI/AAAAAAAAMJg/hbLrTWIuNfg/s1600/alixmuseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46-cGDmDxMg/ToH7nUc6_CI/AAAAAAAAMJg/hbLrTWIuNfg/s400/alixmuseum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657079259877538850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Retour à la case pluie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ta présence, sur l'écran ou ailleurs, me met toujours un peu mal à l'aise. Pas pour ce que tu crois - ce n'est pas toi - je pense que tu avives en moi des états violemment nostalgiques, un mélange de merveilleux, de contemplation et d'angoisse extrêmes. Parfois je m'allongeais sur la moquette de ma chambre à Saint Max avec la porte fenêtre ouverte, le visage au ras de la pierre du balcon, dans cette maison très "Nancy bourgeoise" qui me brise par sa nostalgie, et je regardais la pluie tomber, je sentais son odeur, je me souviens de tous les détails, j'étais terriblement vivante, dans la poésie pure, et en même temps anesthésiée, vidée, déjà morte. Parfois je te fuis pour ne pas avoir à me sentir comme ça, parfois je te cherche pour les mêmes raisons. Parfois je ne veux pas parler, je suis à Barcelone, ou Bruxelles ou Amsterdam dans une vie parallèle, et le retour a la case pluie qui tombe me terrifie. Je n'en parle jamais." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-4763961748436561175?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/4763961748436561175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/4763961748436561175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/09/museum.html' title='Museum'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXe2R4z56UM/ToL69gJea8I/AAAAAAAAMJo/fQSrNttxAwc/s72-c/Alix%2BMarchetti%2B%2528151%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-538118155170956486</id><published>2011-09-24T11:12:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:24:03.313+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarreguemines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stéphane F.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hanweiler'/><title type='text'>Sarreguemines - Hanweiler by night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShAbBGTahYg/Tn2fLA2wz0I/AAAAAAAAMGQ/vnS8PrdE5Os/s1600/5527782026_d6cc4fd235_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShAbBGTahYg/Tn2fLA2wz0I/AAAAAAAAMGQ/vnS8PrdE5Os/s400/5527782026_d6cc4fd235_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655851718604279618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus jeune, vers dix-sept, dix-huit ans, j'étais hanté par des visions  tellement banales et peu parlantes, que le verbe hanter paraîtrait un  peu exagéré à un tiers. C'était comme certains rêves nocturnes, des années après, vides à en devenir fou ; des  rêves de solitude dans un appartement, où au supermarché à faire des courses, ou dans les rues, dans un demi-jour, où le temps ne passait pas, où les gestes étaient mécaniques et  banals, où il n'y avait personne et rien à faire, des rêves d'ennui plus étouffants qu'un cauchemar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjXiWXx24FI/Tn2fK4L0O9I/AAAAAAAAMGI/CjVNjRg32Tc/s1600/5527783834_48562878c7_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjXiWXx24FI/Tn2fK4L0O9I/AAAAAAAAMGI/CjVNjRg32Tc/s400/5527783834_48562878c7_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655851716276665298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couché sur mon lit, j'étais traversé par des images. Je fermais  les yeux et je voyais les rues des quartiers pavillonnaires à Hanweiler,  baignées par le soleil, où j'avais erré tant de fois. Je m'y voyais seul, étranger au  milieu de la normalité. Hors de la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toc4N_Ff1KI/Tn2fncSYQuI/AAAAAAAAMHA/tRM-XmYBQko/s1600/5527169985_573fa39ee3_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-toc4N_Ff1KI/Tn2fncSYQuI/AAAAAAAAMHA/tRM-XmYBQko/s400/5527169985_573fa39ee3_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655852207004205794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je pensais à la forêt, en Allemagne,  derrière la piscine municipale. Il fallait traverser  le pont métallique. Quand on passe des centaines d'heures  seul à marcher et à gamberger, c'est rarement un chemin vers les autres. Mais qu'aurais-je dû faire ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z6r5ijwhL4/Tn2fnIc9xtI/AAAAAAAAMG4/-eqwRRWbog4/s1600/5527173049_e61ebb8768_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z6r5ijwhL4/Tn2fnIc9xtI/AAAAAAAAMG4/-eqwRRWbog4/s400/5527173049_e61ebb8768_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655852201679898322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'avais  développé ce rituel d'aller, le soir, marcher en Allemagne ;  j'aimais les lumières des maisons, les enseignes des quelques  commerces, le panneau qui indiquait le bordel et les bureaux de tabac.  Je montais jusqu'à la station service, m'acheter des cigarettes, de la  bière, une petite fiole d'alcool fort, et du chocolat. Je me promenais le long de la route, qui  sortait peu à peu du village proprement dit, pour n'être plus qu'une  succession de grillages, d'entrepôts, d'arbres et de champs, je buvais seul dans la pénombre. C'était un  plaisir de vagabond ou de clandestin, avec ma bouffe et ma cannette,  planqué dans l'obscurité, et je me sentais très loin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gjdAU1fkcQA/Tn2fmx2og6I/AAAAAAAAMGw/3oM4YzbVRjE/s1600/5527180763_352c73f2d2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gjdAU1fkcQA/Tn2fmx2og6I/AAAAAAAAMGw/3oM4YzbVRjE/s400/5527180763_352c73f2d2_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655852195613541282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'été n'avait aucune place  dans mon imaginaire à l'époque - ou disons : plus aucune place, disons  que j'étais dans une sorte d'hiver existentiel. Je scrutais les fenêtres  illuminées des maisons. Je voulais voir comment c'était, chez les gens,  est-ce que  c'était boisé, est-ce qu'il y avait des livres, des tableaux,  étaient-ils assis devant la télé, ou debout dans la cuisine à parler,  prenaient-il un bain, bricolaient-ils à la cave ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ul9PoMAvbEA/Tn2fLuYcEtI/AAAAAAAAMGo/-gn10Aac7OQ/s1600/5527184537_f2e7ec6c28_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ul9PoMAvbEA/Tn2fLuYcEtI/AAAAAAAAMGo/-gn10Aac7OQ/s400/5527184537_f2e7ec6c28_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655851730825122514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; J'avais une famille et  une maison comme tout un chacun, mais je passais ma vie seul dans les  rues, prenant plaisir au froid, et je regardais par les  fenêtres des autres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9E2kKmFDKvw/Tn2fLXV6mcI/AAAAAAAAMGg/1odY8FLLhnw/s1600/5527188989_a51985ee38_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9E2kKmFDKvw/Tn2fLXV6mcI/AAAAAAAAMGg/1odY8FLLhnw/s400/5527188989_a51985ee38_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655851724640524738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eIJGx0yEmYw/Tn2fLLOy3UI/AAAAAAAAMGY/EKPqtYERF-A/s1600/5527778462_cc8734901f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eIJGx0yEmYw/Tn2fLLOy3UI/AAAAAAAAMGY/EKPqtYERF-A/s400/5527778462_cc8734901f_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655851721389432130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ça me fait  penser à cette nouvelle ; l'histoire d'un VRP qui passe sa vie sur la route et dans des  chambres de motels, et donc le passe-temps est de noter dans un carnet  les phrases farfelues, comiques et tragiques, qu'il trouve dans les  toilettes des arrêts d'autoroute. Et qui finit par se poster devant le  champ d'un fermier, un soir d'hiver, avec un flingue, et qui regarde la  maison, essayant d'imaginer ce que font les membres de la famille, et se  donne une minute pour se suicider ou pour vivre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos et texte : Stéphane F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-538118155170956486?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/538118155170956486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/538118155170956486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/09/sarreguemines-by-night.html' title='Sarreguemines - Hanweiler by night'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShAbBGTahYg/Tn2fLA2wz0I/AAAAAAAAMGQ/vnS8PrdE5Os/s72-c/5527782026_d6cc4fd235_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-3441396030769454393</id><published>2011-09-20T13:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:47:59.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wn_8dzt42H4/TmYNyx24IoI/AAAAAAAAMAE/L2zoWN9NXIc/s1600/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wn_8dzt42H4/TmYNyx24IoI/AAAAAAAAMAE/L2zoWN9NXIc/s400/014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649217948610994818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26543453@N05/"&gt;Nadine Olivia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freunden und Freundinnen&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blauer Abend&lt;/span&gt; is about to take a new step in its evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started as a local &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;radio &lt;/span&gt;in the 2000's. Then became a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;netlabel&lt;/span&gt;. Now it is time to reach a new dimension and say all we have to say, and show all we have to show, by all means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to make that website - which is the main medium, for us, to reach the audience and to act in the world - something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will become a space, somewhere between a (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;net&lt;/span&gt; or not) label , a webzine, a personal blog for all of us and our artists and a room for collaboration - open to everyone wanting to participate, and fitting with our spirit and our aesthetic - which is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal thoughts, fictions, artistic statements, interviews and reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo galleries, videos, sounds, multimedia webpages. And by the magic or pluridisciplinary : photo diaries, sonic fictions, filmed manifestos, recorded interviews, noiseblogs, webcam art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and sometimes we'll upload an album or two, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon for the next playlist on our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blauer Abend Radio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-3441396030769454393?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/3441396030769454393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/3441396030769454393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-is-over.html' title='Summer is over'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wn_8dzt42H4/TmYNyx24IoI/AAAAAAAAMAE/L2zoWN9NXIc/s72-c/014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-348914220391010996</id><published>2011-09-19T21:03:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:17:03.740+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>A bit of advertising - Heiner Luepke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heiner Luepke&lt;/span&gt; was born 1983 in Kiel, northen Germany and is now living in Hamburg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since he's a child, he devoted his time into visualizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-riRVuaBUbqI/TneSzi2OWuI/AAAAAAAAMFM/DoWn9ZhXgfA/s1600/IMG_1211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-riRVuaBUbqI/TneSzi2OWuI/AAAAAAAAMFM/DoWn9ZhXgfA/s400/IMG_1211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654149271412169442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For many years, pencil drawing – mainly of human anatomy – was the focus in his work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After early tries in Photography with recent technology, it still needed a few years until he dared &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a new start with film Photography. Well fitting the nostalgic part of his personality, it didnt take long until he  was hooked on this medium. With a special preference for Instant film  and 35mm, his visual universes, sometimes quite surreal, became more and  more tangible and never really lost this initial connection with  drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kGPfoULA_34/TneSzTmEcGI/AAAAAAAAMFE/ZVwjVUNAunk/s1600/IMG_1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kGPfoULA_34/TneSzTmEcGI/AAAAAAAAMFE/ZVwjVUNAunk/s400/IMG_1208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654149267317878882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqkbt9ow6MU/TneSzUea9YI/AAAAAAAAME8/od1LHfDlpE0/s1600/IMG_1206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqkbt9ow6MU/TneSzUea9YI/AAAAAAAAME8/od1LHfDlpE0/s400/IMG_1206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654149267554235778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upcoming releases with print magazines JPeople and the printed blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/heinerluepkephotography/224671274230674"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More info&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-348914220391010996?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/348914220391010996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/348914220391010996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/09/bit-of-advertising.html' title='A bit of advertising - Heiner Luepke'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-riRVuaBUbqI/TneSzi2OWuI/AAAAAAAAMFM/DoWn9ZhXgfA/s72-c/IMG_1211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-2440584671739198553</id><published>2011-07-12T15:38:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:24:15.907+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Websites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saarbruecken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarreguemines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goran Becker'/><title type='text'>Goran Becker's website - open</title><content type='html'>Yes it is. Here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goranbecker.ift.fr/"&gt;http://www.goranbecker.ift.fr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UcdqfAv6gmw/ThxPJqiZ3iI/AAAAAAAALsk/tWaWRne0stM/s1600/3_exercices1-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UcdqfAv6gmw/ThxPJqiZ3iI/AAAAAAAALsk/tWaWRne0stM/s400/3_exercices1-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628460661762285090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84W_ssQnpd8/ThxPJPKbYBI/AAAAAAAALsc/C4T2RBI-oPE/s1600/3_exercices1-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84W_ssQnpd8/ThxPJPKbYBI/AAAAAAAALsc/C4T2RBI-oPE/s400/3_exercices1-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628460654413963282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zltJ9H-nIwI/ThxPJAuH8PI/AAAAAAAALsU/D8lJoQ2XEwc/s1600/3_exercices1-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zltJ9H-nIwI/ThxPJAuH8PI/AAAAAAAALsU/D8lJoQ2XEwc/s400/3_exercices1-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628460650537152754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Since the early nineties, Goran Becker has been collecting pictures  of houses and daily life elements, under the global project-name  "Exercices d'Acclimatation au Néant" - which could be translated by  "Exercises of Acclimatization to the Nothingness". Beyond all form of  intellectualization, these "exercises" are for the artist a personnal  way to confront himself to "the nothingness, the uselessness, the vanity  which is at the core of all things".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This page will only show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goran Becker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;'s photographic and plastic work from the beginning up to now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The musical side of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goran&lt;/span&gt;'s work will be featured on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blauer Abend&lt;/span&gt; only. His own creation, after all ! A track will be uploaded in the coming days on the &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/BlauerAbendRadio"&gt;Blauer Abend Radio&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Archive.org&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-2440584671739198553?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/2440584671739198553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/2440584671739198553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/07/goran-beckers-website-open.html' title='Goran Becker&apos;s website - open'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UcdqfAv6gmw/ThxPJqiZ3iI/AAAAAAAALsk/tWaWRne0stM/s72-c/3_exercices1-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-5057805420707809132</id><published>2011-06-29T16:48:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:46:15.184+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al Amor de la Lumbre'/><title type='text'>Al Amor de la Lumbre - Lumière Hostile 1 and 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZJ01Vm1J6M/Tgs7aOZJ4-I/AAAAAAAABKw/vdQTk_0PAJs/s1600/alamordelalumbre09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SZJ01Vm1J6M/Tgs7aOZJ4-I/AAAAAAAABKw/vdQTk_0PAJs/s400/alamordelalumbre09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623653881428435938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 2003 &lt;b&gt;Al Amor de la Lumbre&lt;/b&gt; is a band gathering &lt;b&gt;Alix Marchetti&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Stéphane F.&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One tape (private, 2005) and one CD-R (&lt;b&gt;Young Girls Records&lt;/b&gt;, 2008) were released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lumière Hostile" 1 and 2 are a musical exploration of all kinds of instruments (piano, balalaïka, synths, guitars) and different methods of playing and recording : field-recordings, sampling, recording through a telephone, tapes, dictaphone, &lt;i&gt;collages&lt;/i&gt;, improvisation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these two releases are re-released together, once and for all, by &lt;b&gt;Blauer Abend&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"J'ai trouvé cette inscription, « Lumière Hostile », sur un mur d'une  maison abandonnée, au bord du canal de Nancy. C'était une maison très  spéciale, architecturalement, de couleur blanche et rouge, et elle se  trouve sur un parcours de promenade bien connu des gens d'ici ; une  maison abandonnée dans ces lieux presque touristiques, comme une  aberration. J'ai immédiatement été frappé par cette inscription ; je  n'ai aucune idée de la personne qui peut en être l'auteur, ni pourquoi,  ni même le sens que peuvent avoir ces deux mots acollés. 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is a sound sculptor from Strasbourg, France, born in 1974, who only works with field recordings and human voices filtered through effects and a vocoder (like he does on "Pastorale").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular work - an excerpt - has been made for the short movie "Aire de repos" directed by the techno artist &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francois Palermo&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.waxaddict.fr/"&gt;http://www.waxaddict.fr/&lt;/a&gt;), which was presented beside the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INACT&lt;/span&gt; festival in Strasbourg, May 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/BlauerAbendRadio"&gt;http://www.archive.org/details/BlauerAbendRadio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="26" width="450"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="cachebusting"&gt;&lt;param value="#000000" name="bgcolor"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf"&gt;&lt;param value="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'AntoineAgard-PastoraleblauerAbendRadio08-06-11.mp3','autoPlay':false},'Hjarna-Untitled.mp3','SheenaHirsch-ForD.mp3'],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/BlauerAbendRadio/'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.1-dev.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':true,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" name="flashvars"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" cachebusting="true" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" flashvars="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'AntoineAgard-PastoraleblauerAbendRadio08-06-11.mp3','autoPlay':false},'Hjarna-Untitled.mp3','SheenaHirsch-ForD.mp3'],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/BlauerAbendRadio/'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.1-dev.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':true,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" height="26" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; 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update : an excerpt from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pieyre Wittman&lt;/span&gt;'s album "Nostalgie des Fanfares" (2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 305px; width: 500px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzqUPvc-Yzw?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzqUPvc-Yzw?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="500" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-4587317000915277632?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/4587317000915277632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/4587317000915277632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/05/pieyre-wittmann-inframarin.html' title='Pieyre Wittmann - Inframarin'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-7825238046167962158</id><published>2011-04-13T21:46:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T11:46:10.327+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clouds Inc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Releases'/><title type='text'>Clouds Inc - 1+2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZrFeAdQnp0/TaX9o0xHopI/AAAAAAAAK4o/xpt52k_X8O8/s1600/icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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Peaceful yet heavy ambient / drones soundscapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be listened to and downloaded at :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/CloudsInc12"&gt;http://www.archive.org/details/CloudsInc12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogmazic.net/Clouds_Inc"&gt;http://www.dogmazic.net/Clouds_Inc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="450" height="26"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="cachebusting"&gt;&lt;param value="#000000" name="bgcolor"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf"&gt;&lt;param value="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'CloudsInc-01-Live-for-C2009-R1-McNaught.mp3','autoPlay':false},'CloudsInc-02-Sunny-Friday-16-00.mp3'],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/CloudsInc12/'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.1-dev.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':true,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" name="flashvars"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" cachebusting="true" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" flashvars="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'CloudsInc-01-Live-for-C2009-R1-McNaught.mp3','autoPlay':false},'CloudsInc-02-Sunny-Friday-16-00.mp3'],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/CloudsInc12/'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.1-dev.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':true,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" width="450" height="26"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; 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width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_CNDhPFFMM/TVWvdgOyRSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/teYRgvv_l1s/s400/036%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572553035343873314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last ten years, several exhibitions in Saarbrücken, Strasbourg, Paris and Saint-Etienne, during which his own music was played (the most often, the drone piece "Promenade", sometimes, too, simple field-recordings), have introduced the work of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goran Becker&lt;/span&gt; to the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to see, soon, on a new official website for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goran Becker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-6127607671464134419?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/6127607671464134419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/6127607671464134419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/02/goran-becker-exercices-dacclimatation.html' title='Goran Becker - Exercices d&apos;Acclimatation au Néant'/><author><name>Blauer Abend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15497404988893217831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E2DT8Dk36A/TSMVtqR_RXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KnZW56gY43I/S900-R/alix%2B%2528Medium%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_CNDhPFFMM/TVWvdgOyRSI/AAAAAAAAAMs/teYRgvv_l1s/s72-c/036%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-5746083243359592685</id><published>2011-02-08T13:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T11:48:39.839+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hjärna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Materia Aurora'/><title type='text'>Reviews on Vital Weekly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blauer Abend&lt;/span&gt; is a small label from France and Germany and is run by Stephane F., Goran Becker and Thibaut L. The label will release all kinds of genres of ambient, drones, experimental and lots of more music. Till now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blauer Abend&lt;/span&gt; released two ambient albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materia Aurora&lt;/span&gt; is a project of one of the co-founders Thibault L. and he composed in February 2006 eight dark ambient tracks. It is ambient music as I heard many times, long lasting tones which slowly develop into other tones. But it is well played with a lot of attention. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materia Aurora&lt;/span&gt; takes the listener to different parts of his closed world. The music is calming and gives a melancholic mood. The album ends with open chords and some tweets of birds far away in the background. A happy ending. Great music for a dark night, to lay back and look at the stars which are coming and going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hjärna &lt;/span&gt;is a french collective based in Sarreguemines, Lorraine. It counts the noise artist David D. , Léo Maury from the experimental project &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Niedowierzanie&lt;/span&gt; and Stéphane F. "Sun and Silence" is a composition of 46 minutes and is a mix of several demo tapes and parallel projects of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hjärna &lt;/span&gt;'s members. The composition starts noisy and strong and becomes ambient like the work of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materia Aurora&lt;/span&gt;. But soon flutes open the sphere and field recordings make the composition abstract. And that's how it works, 46 minutes long. From sphere to sphere; experimental, poppy, funny, dark, noisy and more. It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hjärna &lt;/span&gt;'s final report of several years of work and research. They describe it as a sonic journey into summer's daydreams. And indeed it is a sonic journey, but for me the more "musical" parts makes this journey less pleasant than I was dreaming about. And that is a pity, cause the more abstract parts of "Sun and Silence" are interesting enough to compose another journey, what gives the listener more opportunity to dream and create phantasies about ... whatever you like. (JKH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vitalweekly.net/767.html"&gt;http://www.vitalweekly.net/767.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-5746083243359592685?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/5746083243359592685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/5746083243359592685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/02/reviews-on-vital-weekly.html' title='Reviews on Vital Weekly'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-1308591884340234632</id><published>2011-01-21T14:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T11:48:51.699+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Websites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hjärna'/><title type='text'>Now open</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hjarna.net/montagne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 581px;" src="http://www.hjarna.net/montagne.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hjarna.net/"&gt;http://www.hjarna.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-1308591884340234632?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/1308591884340234632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/1308591884340234632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/01/now-open.html' title='Now open'/><author><name>Blauer Abend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15497404988893217831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E2DT8Dk36A/TSMVtqR_RXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KnZW56gY43I/S900-R/alix%2B%2528Medium%2529.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-8134137334655356833</id><published>2011-01-07T13:03:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T13:20:13.489+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niedowierzanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blauer Abend Radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheena Hirsch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berlin'/><title type='text'>Blauer Abend radio - Sheena Hirsch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZUj0CDz9viM/TScCctTgiSI/AAAAAAAAIhc/5ASJiTChZbs/s1600/Sheena%2BHirsch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZUj0CDz9viM/TScCctTgiSI/AAAAAAAAIhc/5ASJiTChZbs/s400/Sheena%2BHirsch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559414957233178914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheena Hirsch&lt;/span&gt; was born in Toronto, 1975.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" For D. " is a montage of several field-recordings made in 2009 - the sounds were collected in several zoos and wild places in Canada and Germany during travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also including trombone played by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/niedowierzanie"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Niedowierzanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Berlin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/details/BlauerAbendRadio"&gt;http://www.archive.org/details/BlauerAbendRadio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-8134137334655356833?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/8134137334655356833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/8134137334655356833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2011/01/sheena-hirsch.html' title='Blauer Abend radio - Sheena Hirsch'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZUj0CDz9viM/TScCctTgiSI/AAAAAAAAIhc/5ASJiTChZbs/s72-c/Sheena%2BHirsch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-6910166458290235730</id><published>2010-12-14T17:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T11:49:13.370+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Websites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Materia Aurora'/><title type='text'>New website for Materia Aurora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZUj0CDz9viM/TSN13GEyTFI/AAAAAAAAIfY/EqoLsOVnGmI/s1600/4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZUj0CDz9viM/TSN13GEyTFI/AAAAAAAAIfY/EqoLsOVnGmI/s400/4-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558415954489265234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've just opened an independent website for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materia Aurora&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can visit it &lt;a href="http://www.materia-aurora.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-6910166458290235730?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/6910166458290235730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/6910166458290235730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-website-for-materia-aurora.html' title='New website for Materia Aurora'/><author><name>Blauer Abend</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15497404988893217831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8E2DT8Dk36A/TSMVtqR_RXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KnZW56gY43I/S900-R/alix%2B%2528Medium%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZUj0CDz9viM/TSN13GEyTFI/AAAAAAAAIfY/EqoLsOVnGmI/s72-c/4-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1414402931352308892.post-9095259227484064257</id><published>2010-09-25T11:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T11:49:30.046+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hjärna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Materia Aurora'/><title type='text'>Reviews on Neospheres</title><content type='html'>Le netlabel Blauer Abend pouvait déjà se targuer de faire aussi bien, voire mieux, que Brian Eno en matière d'ambient music avec WinterGlow de Materia Aurora. Il prouve cette fois avec "Sun &amp;amp; Silence" d'Hjärna qu'il n'a pas d'œillères dans la définition de son champ d'investigation. Le titre "Sun &amp;amp; Silence" pourrait laisser penser que défile sur ce disque une forme de naturalisme musical. Il n'en est rien. Hjärna nous embarque en fait pour 3/4 d'heures dans un rêve éveillé de science-fiction. Des sonorités cristallines laissent place à d'autres plus sombres, avant que nos repères vacillent à l'écoute de field recordings nous ramenant en un imaginaire plus terrestre, voire nous fassent penser à la bande son d'un Sergio Leone tourné au cœur des Alpilles. Et cela sans mentionner des passages à la trompette, ou encore d'autres passages aux synthétiseurs "analogiques" qui évoquent Heldon ou Harmonia. De l'Art sonore avec un très grand A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neospheres.free.fr/disques/hjarna.htm"&gt;http://neospheres.free.fr/disques/hjarna.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'ambient music a encore de beaux jours devant elle, ou plutôt de belles nuits bleues en perspective, pour reprendre le nom du netlabel Blauer Abend. L'album WinterGlow de Materia Aurora n'a en effet rien à envier aux plages de drones mélancoliques de la série Ambient de Brian Eno. Et à dire vrai il surpasse très largement certains de ses volets tardifs au son trop poli, trop rond. A l'aide de sources indéfinies, sans doute des synthétiseurs, une guitare, un furtif enregistrement de chants d'oiseaux, WinterGlow propose un long périple en exquise apesanteur dédié à l'hiver, à ses paysages bucoliques et aveuglants. L'essence même de ces drones est le changement constant dans une apparente constance. Dans un flux continu chaque instant sonore diffère, tout comme chaque teinte de bleu scintillera à sa façon à la lumière des étoiles ou de la pleine lune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neospheres.free.fr/disques/materia-aurora.htm"&gt;http://neospheres.free.fr/disques/materia-aurora.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1414402931352308892-9095259227484064257?l=blauerabend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/9095259227484064257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1414402931352308892/posts/default/9095259227484064257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blauerabend.blogspot.com/2010/04/avril-2010-pieyre-wittmann-april-2010.html' title='Reviews on Neospheres'/><author><name>Stéphane F.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13770389499442225040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8XN1QNxWYJY/TpFu2A9NG4I/AAAAAAAAMP4/WsV1HAwcKg0/s220/5574695206_a400bb397c.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
