Bowie, Reed, Dylan, Pop, Eels, Harcourt, the Night, words, wind, time passin' by, Calexico, drink, books, sad eyed ladies, Strummer, few friends, Bukowski, Thompson, Mitchum, Cat Power, That's Not really Funny (but what is ?), Monty Pythons, Mr Gumby, not cats, Malher, Jarmusch, Pale Blue Eyes, whiskey and women, blues, smiles sometimes, laughs sometimes, cries sometimes, Ferré, eat, never watch television, music, rain, walking, sleeping, breathing, watching the sea, waiting.... much more... and You, D. (you know who you are)...
The genesis of it?
As old as the world itself – but impossible to describe. It is the story of the victory of desire over uneasiness and ill-being. The story of a voice that remains unconscious of itself. But it is also the birth of a passion, as for any other group. Everything begins with this instrument that gives birth to passion – guitar. In selfish repeats, one hums a tune – alone – and one finds in it a way to escape. In fact, the genesis of Since I Quit – the sole and unique one – is pain. And the thread along which it unravels itself: drugs. Drugs in the sense that it has become an obsessional need to immerse oneself in it, body and soul. A great dream to conjure other dreams; SIQ is artificial sleep – a gentle anesthetic. SIQ is also the birth of a voice that does not come to terms with itself, that does not really realize itself but that eventually grows to enjoy listening to itself and who enjoys being listened to. Sharing becomes – as any happiness will have it – a necessity. The story of SIQ is also the one of chance and fortune. Thus came out the result – and SIQ becomes a crossroads of lives. And that is the true genesis of it.
Translation by Bamboo
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La genèse ?
Vieille comme le monde. Mais impossible à décrire. C'est l'histoire de la victoire de l'envie sur le mal-être. L'histoire d'une voix qui s'ignore et qui continue de s'ignorer. Mais c'est aussi la naissance d'une passion, comme pour tout groupe.
Tout commence avec cet instrument, qui fait naître une passion, la guitare. Égoïstes reprises, on chantonne seul, et on y trouve un exutoire. Finalement, la genèse de Since I Quit, la seule et unique, c'est la douleur. Et son fil conducteur, la drogue. La drogue, dans le sens où c'est devenu un besoin obsessionnel de s'y plonger, corps et âme.
Un grand rêve pour faire rêver ; S.I.Q, c'est le sommeil artificiel. C'est un doux anesthésiant. S.I.Q, c'est aussi la naissance d'une voix qui ne s'assume pas, qui ne se réalise pas vraiment mais qui finit par aimer s'entendre et qui aime se faire entendre. Le partage devient alors, comme tout bonheur le demande, une nécessité.
L'histoire de S.I.Q, c'est aussi le hasard. Le résultat est là, et S.I.Q devient rencontre. Et finalement, elle est ici la véritable genèse.
G. Bély
hey u! how ya been? hope things are going good. I havent been able to make it over to the hotel to stop in for a minute... clints been working in town again so im back on dinner duty. lol we are trying to get a mailing list made for my mom to send the invitations out so that's yay. its going to be june 6th at 11a we're going to have some food a bit before. kind of a celebration thang, ya know? quitting mah job with that lameass of a boss jaime. gah, i aint gonna miss her at all! i still cant believe that that survey thing that britt showed me is actually working - n dat we're gettin paid; im so luvin it too. givin mah opinion on stuff i do - pshhh ... so easy. i wonder if we'll ever hit da cash that that website said we would. i dunno, but with my last check being $126, i dont even care. i only pulled in like 200 a week and my crapass job anyway, so this is perfect. you should do it, i'm tellin yah. i guess you'll have to type the link into internet explorer or whatever, but here it is:
Hey Since I Quit, Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? I keep searching for you between the cushions. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. Panoramic aromavision is the future. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity.
Just letting you know we've put up our first album for download if you're interested... available from soundstation.. which allows you to leave a video or voice message also, we'd love to see you on it! We'd also like to give thanks to you all for your kind feedback & support. If you're interested, follow this link http://www.soundstation.com/davejacobs Hope all'z well, have a Top one!
Derrière le pseudo Orouni se cache un songwriter faussement solitaire. Car contrairement à un glorieux homonyne, Remy n'est pas sans famille et il invite allègrement des amis musiciens et des jeunes filles en fleur à participer à ses joyeuses vignettes pop folk. Jouées avec une guitare acoustique acoquinée de violoncelle, vibraphone, autoharpe, melodica, glockenspiel et autres joyeusetés, ces chansons excellent à créer un univers ludique et enfantin mais qui cachent en leur sein une vraie profondeur musicale.
Partie 1 : interview (20'36)
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Partie 3 : bonus avec Mina Tindle et Odran Trummel (9'37)
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