Sasquatch Festival 2017

Avant le coup d'envoi des festivals, accoutumons-nous par palier, avec aujourd'hui, une poignée de photos du festival Sasquatch 2017 (signées Matthew Lamb, sauf mention contraire).

Thee Oh Sees

Car Seat Headrest

Blitzen Trapper

the Shins

Sleigh Bells

Aesop Rock (photo Matthew B. Thompson)

Phantogram

(feat. une Sarah Barthel de nouveau blonde, et habillée en Force G)

Charles Bradley

LCD Soundsytem

Christmas will crush your soul

Christmas will break your heart

If your world is feeling small

There's no one on the phone

You feel close enough to call

Christmas will crush your soul

Like that laid back rock'n'roll

But your body's getting old

It's much too tired to be so bold

Christmas can wreck your head

Like some listless awkward sex

So you refuse to leave your bed

Get depressed when no one checks

Christmas will break your heart

Like the armies of the unrelenting dark

Once the peace talks fall apart

But still I'm coming home to you

Christmas will shove you down

So just lay back in the snow

That quiet wind won't wake

What inside you has grown cold

Christmas will drown your love

Like a storm down from above

On your fading memories of a normal life

Oh while I thought to make you mine

Believing in the line

That your heart would melt with time

And though you're out with them again

Your thick and fickle friends

They might replace the love that ends

But still I'm coming home to you

What if you're done?

What if you don't want it anymore?

So what if they're gone?

So what if they don't love you anymore?

I'm coming home

Can you see me?

Can you still see me?

Hey mama, take my hand!

LCD Soundsystem, Christmas Will Break Your Heart (2015)
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A propos de cette chanson et de son enregistrement, James Murphy écrivait, à sa publication (= le 24 décembre 2015) :

So, there’s been this depressing christmas song I'd been singing to myself for the past 8 years, and every year I wouldn't remember that I wanted to make it until december, which is just too late to actually record and release a christmas song… but this year, Al Doyle had a short break between Hot Chip tours where he could be in NYC, and Pat and Nancy were home, and Tyler agreed to fly out from Berlin for a few days, so we all recorded this together, reserved a pressing plant slot, and our friend Bob Weston was available to master it quickly — so that means, less than 2 weeks after we recorded it, There is actually a christmas 7″, which feels like something that could only have happened a very, very long time ago.

Anyway, for the holidays we give you the previous, very long run-on sentence, and this song: “christmas will break your heart”, which is another one of those songs which had about 75 lines of lyrics, though we’ve knocked down to 8 to keep the suicide rate in check.

I'm losing my edge

Yeah, I'm losing my edge.

I'm losing my edge.

The kids are coming up from behind.

I'm losing my edge.

I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.

But I was there.

I was there in 1968.

I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.

I'm losing my edge.

I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.

I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.

I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.

I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.

But I'm losing my edge.

I'm losing my edge, but I was there.

I was there.

But I was there.

I'm losing my edge.

I'm losing my edge.

I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.

But I was there.

I was there in 1974 at the first Suicide practices in a loft in New York City.

I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.

I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.

I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."

I was there.

I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids.

I played it at CBGB's.

Everybody thought I was crazy.

We all know.

I was there.

I was there.

I've never been wrong.

I used to work in the record store.

I had everything before anyone.

I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan.

I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes.

I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.

And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.

Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits.

All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.

I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables.

I hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25, Althea and Donna, Sexual Harrassment, a-ha, Pere Ubu, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, the Fania All-Stars, the Bar-Kays, the Human League, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Monks, Niagra,

Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra,

Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc,

Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel, Soulsonic Force ("just hit me"!), Juan Atkins, David Axelrod, Electric Prunes, Gil! Scott! Heron!, the Slits, Faust, Mantronix, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Swans, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.

You don't know what you really want.

LCD Soundsystem, Losing my edge (DFA, 2002)