Toupidek limonade, Il y a des vies qui dévient
Catalog reference number: IPS0112.
Vinyl 12 inches, release date: January, 2012.
Versailles, le Château. More particularly, the parc of the Château.
A Toupidek often wanders there, drinking his limonade. In the parc,
a pond, an horseshoe-shape pond. And the dreaming Toupidek saying
in himself : « And what about inventing a music that would follow
the contour of this pond, with each breack in the lines delimiting
different parts of my life ? » and "himself" would be the subject
of this music. And arrises this kind of autobiography, more precisely
First step: to observe the pond, its perimeter or perimaster.
We all come from pond mud, a mother rather than a mudderer (muddy
mouse ?). Looking at the water of the pond, looking at his life,
splashed Narciss. Inspiration requires to climb the strairways
to Heaven, to see the life from above. The horsehoe-shape pond reveales
slopes, curles and smooth curves. « God is a thought that curves
everything is straight » said Nietzsche. When frontal shock is inevitable,
better deviate, and staying alive. Anyway, every mothers will tell
you : we are all born from a basin.
Slices of life cut into lardons (when asking the little boy from
Vosges if he prefers father or mother, he answers "I prefer bacon
!"). Like the Verb, the slices of life are unregular (some periods
have been voluntarily omitted).
This autobiosony awakes early in the morning, begining as soon
as conception. By the same movement he picks up the past, he reversingly
(complètement singly!) throws his fishing rod to the future : « future
is a past in preparation » said Pierre DAC (we did it again). As
if Direction was more important that the act of getting older. The
corners of the basin bite a linearized, geo-controlled life. "when
gone, gone" reminding Tagu's Sea(l) song. "You blow your mind and
it flies" answers stéréophonicaly Kwettap Ieu.
And life does one, girls are born in roses (does anybody want some
roses?). Cases of decades carry on assemble with no ressemblance.
And decease decides. As said Joachim du Bellay (springing
up knight in the night):
« Years pass, hours ring,
Days go by,
remain I ».
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Drawing/poster: original work from de Jean-Pierre