The disc forties

Initially I was not listening or did not play more rock. I was composing more songs. Retirement. End of party? Classical music was a bottomless pit. Debussy, Schubert, Poulenc, Purcell, Schumann, Britten, Stravinsky, Reich, Dutilleux, Boulez, Varese, Bach, Handel, Schütz ... Jazz a large blank space populated gradually drugged and crazy pianists. ... Me Forever Monk still managed some echoes. I had listened to the Strokes. The had found interesting but uninspired. And then I stumbled upon the ranking of the hundred best rock discs established by NME readers. "Revolver" was, of course, rated number one. But he shared the top step with another wafer. It was called "OK Computer" by a group called "Radiohead". I bought it. I remember very well the first listen. I was driving, open windows. I found the music rather ugly at best pretentious at worst bland and uninhabited. I think I was driving Saucats. I repeated the experiment several times, on our channel. But the initial impression remained. "Paranoid Android" seemed especially vain. I could not stand "Airbag" and did not like these evanescent guitar arpeggios, so "Durity Column". Just my ear had she hung this beautiful piece, in the middle of the disc, "Karma Police" and to another beach (but that was it, the 7th, 9th, 11th?).

It was 2001 and Space Odyssey had crashed against the ugly face of reality as both houses of cards collapsing 400 meters high.

Secondly, I had returned to rock and roll. These discs were talking to me again. And how! White Stripes Libertines, Franz Ferdinand, The Kills, Giant Sand, Arcade Fire, Wilco, Rancid, Dandy Warhols, Kings of leon, Kaizer Chief, Weezer, Queens of the stone age, Sufjan Stevens ... At the time, we devoured the cabinets of "Six Feet Under" until the point of time. It became an addiction. I remember this magnificent final scene of season four. All together outside appeased. It is night and they make a great bonfire with bulky items from their past. Claire asks two speakers on the windowsill and she goes "Lucky", this beautiful song, the very fact that I was unable to locate. I finally tame this disc. "Paranoid Android" was not so bad after all, and even better than that. These guitars were an evanescent light texture, "subterranéenne" which had finally charmed my senses. And there was such beautiful songs. "Lucky," Karma Police "course. And the voice of Thom Yorke "Exit music" ...

It was 2004 and we watched pictures of a small trellis good woman holding Iraqi prisoners leash.

Thirdly, songs came to me again. I fell in love with their music. I had all their records. Each of them had marked me in his way. Except "Pablo Honey", their first album, which applied only to the exceptional "Creep". Some had taken longer to nest. "In Rainbows" including and after appeased pieces. My favorite still remained "Amnesiac" reflect "Kid A". I loved "Kid A," of course. I listened a lot "The Bends" too. I could not tell what songs I liked. Perhaps "Where I end and you begin" or "There there" in "Hail to the Thief"? Every summer I confectionnais a set list of twenty of their pieces. Each year the list was changing. "OK Computer" was their drive that fascinated me the least. But "Paranoid Android" was gradually becoming the dizzying symphony of domestic violence flush and "Karma Police" had the size of a solar temple. "Let down", "The Tourist" and "No surprises" had conquered me. But I still do not like "Airbag", much less "Electioneering". The disc seemed unbalanced, full of dazzling but enameled unnecessary dissonance.

It was in 2007 and we start this mediocre and vulgar journey into the night of Fouquet's.

Fourthly I have not yet fifty years old. I do not care really. I put the cake the other night. It stood there in the middle of some others that run in these times. PJ Harvey, Dominique A, Allman Brothers, Nike Drake, Arvo Part, Micah P. Hinson, Martial Solal, Nino Ferrer, Raphael, Antony and the Johnsons, Stockhausen. The wheel is turning but "OK Computer" remains. I like mysteries. The latter has just fallen. Loved "Airbag". More "Electioneering". This is rock. Chopped rock, guitar violent in his attacks, but "oh so" brilliant, vibrant, alive ... The disc has no downtime. It is now monolithic but I have not yet revealed all its powers. There are so many possible entries.

We are in 2010, this decade has been haunted by a beautiful drive.