tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372526102011-07-04T20:05:59.575+02:00There is a destiny that makes us brothers: none goes his way alone, All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05239018829026360989noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37252610.post-1069523205331357032011-07-04T19:22:00.003+02:002011-07-04T19:59:08.224+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Détends-toi, allume le gaz.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Le mec s'est trompé d'époque. Tant mieux. Musique façon "t'as vu l'engin ? c'est de la légitime défense", clip de cuir et de pantalon pattes d'ef. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Derrière, un petit coup de balais et tu bouffes par terre.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-Y4K0J3fPmw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37252610-106952320533135703?l=karma-is-equity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05239018829026360989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37252610.post-32354811388770240292011-06-24T15:49:00.002+02:002011-06-24T16:02:35.060+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">Amanda <i>Fucking</i> Palmer. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Mets ton tshirt sur sa tête, surtout si t'as pas de soutif. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Bouddhiste et bisexuelle, on s'en fout. DRH de son corps, pareil. Aussi connue pour son </span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Amanda Palmer Performs the Popular Hits of Radiohead on Her Magical Ukulele. </i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">Bigre. Un tube pour l'appart' de ta soeur.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><iframe width="425" height="265" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kPEbNLpPONY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></i></span></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37252610-3235481138877024029?l=karma-is-equity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05239018829026360989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37252610.post-71383101879137605942011-06-19T13:55:00.007+02:002011-06-19T14:11:43.102+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>De la bombe.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Une découverte <a href="http://www.withouttib.com/">WithoutTib.com</a>, qui le dit mieux que moi.</div><div><div></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>La dernière sortie de la jeune écurie French Express, label aux néons fluos et aux origines obscures (impossible de savoir s’ils sont réellement Français) et qui a des airs de Valérie : clipé en mode TNUC (<a href="http://uncletnuc.blogspot.com/">http://uncletnuc.blogspot.com</a>) avec des sonorités French Touch.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Tu lui feras peut-être une place dans ta playlist pour le club ou la house party.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>La vid’ avec M. Douglas et A. Garcia en featuring, les poilus virils de la fin 80's pour un thème voire un fantasme récurrent : les Américains en Asie.</i></div></blockquote><div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="425" height="264" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9hLZf8vcOGA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37252610-7138310187913760594?l=karma-is-equity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05239018829026360989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37252610.post-37913583321006596682011-06-16T15:47:00.007+02:002011-07-04T20:05:59.585+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Fatigué d'être sexy</i>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Toi, moi, elles. Surtout elles. Les petites meufs de São Paulo font de l'electro-rock punchy, efficace comme du <i>makeup sex</i>. </span><span class="Apple-style-span">J'adorais <i>Let's make love and listen to death from above</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span">, leur anglais approximatif, le côté puceau du genre.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Move</i>, remixé synthpop par des Australiens. Bien.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">À télécharger <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ynuiyyrumqk">ici</a>.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37252610-3791358332100659668?l=karma-is-equity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05239018829026360989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37252610.post-49581985486500605782011-06-16T01:19:00.008+02:002011-06-19T14:12:14.541+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Les cinq mots qui me décrivent le mieux ? "Il n'est pas vraiment là."</div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Payez vos factures et coupez vos iPhone. The Oohs &amp; Ahhs, entre hommage racaille à George Orwell et un <i>Civilization </i>qui banderait mou. Le <i>summer camp</i> pour fluo kids parisiens d'un groupe à la bio imaginaire.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Méfions-nous des sourds, ils se réservent pour la nuit.</div><span style="font-style:italic;"></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tS9i5h_E68E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37252610-4958198548650060578?l=karma-is-equity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05239018829026360989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37252610.post-72756685426032392312011-06-15T17:53:00.008+02:002011-06-19T14:12:32.413+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Fitz And The Tantrums, groupe de transe germanique sur wallpaper de <i>Fuck for forest</i>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Raté, petit con. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Fitz And The Tantrums, ce sont plutôt des spécimens communs de</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "> hipsters californiens, ivres de sobriété. Le Maroon 5 du pauvre que les suicidaires des cours d'école écoutent en cachette. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">Ça contente, comme une maîtresse sans reproches.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><iframe width="425" height="265" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5-DgNkN2hZI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37252610-7275668542603239231?l=karma-is-equity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05239018829026360989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37252610.post-8954978548466048652011-06-15T14:04:00.010+02:002011-06-19T14:12:43.799+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Lykke Li, suédoise, parfois blonde, parfois belle. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Timotej Zachrisson de son vrai nom, sexy comme une vendange tardive. Une chanson qui vogue sur le fil du rasoir et qui sent l'été aux poches pleines de honte. Tout ça sur le porche de l'appartement de The Magician, quelque part au fond d'un fjord.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Pieds mêlés, nuages et chagrins.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OqFycXWMkrI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37252610-895497854846604865?l=karma-is-equity.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05239018829026360989noreply@blogger.com0