"The hell, I was taken"...

The Oxbow, a decouvrir absoument , a poil sur la commode.Un groupe americain comme on n'en fait plus depuis des lustres, forme en 89.


www.theoxbow.com



"Gambatte", "Gambatte", et re"Gambatte", c'est la refrain quotidien que le team unit boss sert a ma collegue au quotidien.Les distributions en packs de 24 "gambatte" a l'heure passent beaucoup moins bien avec le sujet etranger.C'est un fait.Et c'est tant mieux.En revanche, ma collegue, appelons-la Hello Kitty, qui n'est pas la Keiko du blog intimmigration (voir rubrique liens) , semble bien payer son intelligence au rabais.Intelligente elle l'est, soumise elle est trop, beaucoup trop, non pour moi, mais bien selon elle.Wasn't me.Salaire de 170.000Y apres taxes et autres retenues, 35 heures en moyenne d'heures sup' par mois, et l'impot sur le revenu qui augmente, qui augmente.Et les salaires eux, ils s'ecrasent, ils optemperent, ils co-operent.
Recemment donc, des envies au hachoir.Sacrifice is the daily dentifrice of the people of the rising sun.
Et les bonus, alors, hein, vous qui vous plaignez tout le temps ?.Moi, me plaindre ?.

Niko, grandiose guitariste du groupe OXBOW (qu'ecris-je, institution !), ecrivit ceci apres un des nombreux passages du groupe au pays du bas nylon en 99, annee erotique.J'aime.

"In thinking about the experience of playing while there in Japan, I was struck again by the physical toll that is exacted upon my body by our music. At the end of the tour I half jokingly express that I feel as though I have been to see a Dominatrix. That is, how I imagine I might feel after a good session of having someone beat me up in a sexual context. However, this is not just a flippant remark. At our best, the communication, tenderness, sharing, give and take of physical intimacy, is also part of the joy of playing Oxbow music. The giving away of everything, holding nothing back, the loss of inhibitions and the fearlessness, the freedom and wildness and the disconnection with reality that are all part of good sex are also part of playing Oxbow music. The nasty rutting sweaty simplicity of fucking, and the beautiful disintegration of 'self' and communion with what for lack of a simpler term is commonly referred to as 'God,' are at best a part of the experience too. Perhaps these are things best left unsaid...



But my body shows signs of wear. Blood, cuts and abrasions on my fingers and hands and forearms from the strings, wood and metal of my guitars; red, swollen bruises on both my hands from knocking and pounding on the guitars every night; a bruise on my left middle finger where I crush it suddenly without thinking between my guitar and a speaker cabinet one evening; a sizable bruise on my right hip from repeatedly knocking the guitar against it; bruises on my knees - I guess from falling to them in front of my speaker cabinets; and fingernails cracked and split from contact with the strings. These physical results of playing our music are related to the lack of inhibitions and withholding of nothing I was talking about above, but also are the result of more mundane, non sexual things. Like simply, a physical interface with an instrument where the limits of skin, bone and muscle are reached before the limits of sound. That is to say: my damned flesh gives out before or during the shaping of the sound, and the result is cuts, blood, and bruises.


I feel like a teenager, examining my body in wonderment as it changes: "How did this happen?"
Japan is a beautiful wound from which I will not recover. I can not wait to return. ".