#Anita Ruder

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WIERINGERWERF – De leesvaardigheid van kinderen verhogen, daar zetten KopGroep Bibliotheken en Jenaplanschool De Zilvermeeuw in Wieringerwerf samen de schouders onder. Bibliotheekdirecteur Anita Ruder en schooldirecteur Hannah Veldman tekenden donderdag 12 december een meerjarige overeenkomst voor de ‘Bibliotheek op school’, als start van een duurzame samenwerking. Daarmee kiest De Zilvermeeuw…

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Destroying The Planet To Save It  Chapter 9:  Captain America Has Clocked Out

Steve took Bucky’s advice and put on a fresh shirt.  In fact, he took a quick shower and then put on a fresh shirt.  He really shouldn’t have been so nervous, given what had happened between him and Sharon just the other day.  Then again, he thought, maybe that’s why he was so nervous. Things were different now.  

Sharon answered the door in a well-worn Case Western Reserve T-shirt and a soft-looking pair of flannel shorts.  Unlike Steve, she didn’t seem at all nervous, just happy to see him.  Maybe the slightest bit amused.  Something about the way she smiled at him, moving to the side to let him into her softly lit room, instantly calmed him.  

Steve looked around, noting the bedding thrown back, and the glasses and open book sitting face-down on the bedside table.  He stood uncertainly, running a hand through his hair.  

“This is so rude.  You were in bed…”

“Steve?”  Sharon smiled up at him from a foot away.  

“Huh?”

“I’m glad you’re here. I invited you, remember?  It’s OK.  C’mon.”  She tossed her head toward the bed and climbed in.  There was nothing sexual about the way she sat cross-legged with her back against the headboard and pulled the blankets up around her, making herself comfortable.  She held out a hand to him.  “Just come sit by me.  We can talk.”

“I’m a hopeless fossil, aren’t I?”

She actually laughed at that.  “It’s sweet. You’re sweet.  Don’t apologize for that.”

She looked so good sitting there, so comfortable and welcoming, that he sat down on the side of the bed, his thigh just touching her knees.  

“So.  What’s on your mind, Captain America?”

“Not much.  The safety of the world.  Somebody who can apparently create a damn tornado or a hurricane.  My best friend bein’ in a plane crash today.  That kinda thing.”  

“Hmmm.  Is that all.  Seems like you should be able to sleep like a baby, then.  What a wimp.”

Steve huffed a small laugh, and Sharon took his hand.  

“Bucky’s OK, right?”

“Bucky’s fine.  Staying at the hospital with Joss.”

“And she’s OK?”

“Stable.  She’ll be all right.  I talked to him a little while ago, she was sleeping.  Probably to keep him from yelling at her any more.  He said he was kinda hard on her for scaring him.”

“Sounds like someone I know,” she said, cocking an eyebrow and grinning.  He grinned back.

“President Burke called me. Wanted the Avengers to keep watch at the Capitol while Lattimore lies in state.”

“You didn’t agree to that, did you?”

“No.  There’s no reason.  S.H.I.E.L.D.’s gonna be there, and I don’t even think that’s necessary.”

“Agreed.  He take it OK?”

“Yeah.  He said he talked to you.”

“He did.  I think he’s under the impression that he can just order us to figure this out, and that’ll make it happen.”

“I think you’re right.”

Sharing quiet laughter with Sharon in the soft light, Steve relaxed a little more.  

“I talked to Dr. Banner earlier,” Sharon told him.  “They’re both moving toward answers.  They’ve hit the wall, though, so they’re gonna get some sleep.  I tried to check in with Stark, but he mumbled something about being in the zone and hung up on me.  I’m taking that as good news.”

“You should.  The closer he gets to figuring something out, the ruder he gets.”

Sharon looked like she was about to say something else about Tony, but let it go.  “And Sam and Anita Herrera?”

“Had a text from Sam. He said they were making progress, but that was all he said.”

“Yeah, about that.  Next time a mission requires someone to party at a villa in the tropics, do you think we could get assigned to that instead of plane crash and President detail?  Because I’m thinking there’s a definite fun disparity here.”

“I’ll see what I can do. I like the idea of you going all Mata Hari in a bikini.”

“Right?”  She laughed.

“Natasha called,” Steve said.  “They’re on their way back from Arias’s underground place, and she said they’re bringing a lot back.  We’re gonna be busy.”

“Well, then.  Sounds like there’s a lot of progress happening. I think maybe the world will be OK if you call it a day.”

“Well, that’s kind of the problem.  I don’t seem to know how to do that.  Just turn it off.”  He reached behind his neck with the hand that wasn’t holding hers and rubbed his tired shoulder muscles, rolling his head.  

Sharon cocked her head. “Hey.  I have an idea.”  

She scooted back and uncrossed her legs, rising to her knees, then knee-walked to a position behind him.  With sure hands, she pulled his shirt untucked from his jeans and lifted it. He obediently lifted his arms to let her pull it over his head, setting it beside him on the bed before gripping the muscles on either side of his neck and squeezing.

“Good God, Steve. There are statues with less tension in their shoulders.”  

He chuckled and hung his head, letting her work.  She seemed to know what she was doing.  Although she was grasping and kneading his muscles hard, it felt good.  She used her thumbs to press into his neck, working the muscles there until he groaned, turning his head to work out the kinks.  Then she moved to his upper back, using the heels of her hands and her elbow, digging at the knots there.  

“I can’t decide whether that hurts more than it feels good.”  

“Good.  Then I’m doing it right.”

A few moments later, Steve said, “I think Banner-“

“Nope,” Sharon interrupted him.  “You’re done for today.  Captain America’s clocked out.  You can talk about anything but work.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely.  My room, my rules.”

“Huh.  I’m learning a lot about you lately.  You have a definite bossy side.”

She chuckled and leaned in to kiss his cheek.  “Lucky for you.  Because you definitely need some bossing around, Steve Rogers.”

Sharon worked on kneading the tension from Steve’s neck and shoulders for another half hour, while they enjoyed a companionable silence, punctuated by occasional comments or quiet conversation.  When she decided he’d had enough, she stretched her legs out on either side of Steve’s hips and wrapped herself around him, enjoying the feel of his hard abdomen under her hands.  She placed her chin on his shoulder and squeezed him.  

“There.  That’s at least a little better.”

“That was great.  Thank you.  How do you know how to do that?  I know an expert when I, uh, feel one.”

“Took a class once, trying to impress an old boyfriend.”

“Did it work?”

“I’m sitting here with you, aren’t I?”

Steve smiled.  “Lucky for me.”

“Yeah.  Come to think of it, you are pretty damn lucky,” she agreed laughingly.

“Yes.  I am.  I feel like I owe you an apology, Sharon.  Bucky told me I treat you badly.”

“He did?  Why?”

“Because I…”  Even though they were sitting intimately together, with her legs wrapped around him and her chin on his shoulder, Steve felt like facing away from her gave him a little emotional safety to risk speaking this out loud.  He tried again.  “Because I’ve been acting like I don’t have feelings for you.  And it’s not true.”

Sharon didn’t say anything for a moment, just held him.  

“Well, then,” she finally whispered.  “You should probably kiss me or something.”

He turned his head and she stretched her neck to reach his lips with hers.  It was a ridiculously awkward position for attempting to kiss, and they both laughed before Steve turned his hips within the circle of her legs, lifting her closest leg to rest on his, which allowed him to pull her around his body until she was sitting on his lap, now facing him.  

“OK, I gotta admit, that’s fairly hot.”

“What is?”

“The way you can just lift me and move me around like it’s nothing.”

“Only fairly hot, huh?”

“Hmmm.  You’re right.  It’s actually hot as fuck.  Now, why don’t you tell me more about these feelings you have for me?”

Blushing a bit, Steve grinned mischievously.  “Like I told the President, you’re the brains around here.  I’m no good with words.  I’m more… physical.”

“Oh.”  Sharon breathed as Steve leaned toward her.  

He began by kissing her softly, tenderly, trying to show her what he felt.  He still wasn’t sure this was right; he still feared that he couldn’t give her what she needed and deserved.  But the very things that he liked about her – her intelligence, her independence, her capability – argued that he should trust her to know what she wanted.  She held a crucial role at S.H.I.E.L.D.  Which meant she knew exactly what his role was, and what his life was like.  He needed to stop second-guessing her.  

And he wanted to.  He wanted to let go, and just enjoy his feelings for this incredible woman.  Nurture them. And let her love him back.

Without consciously intending to, Steve had bunched her T-shirt in one hand and was stroking the bare skin of her back, feeling her lean into his hand.  Suddenly, he felt a hunger to feel more, much more, of her soft skin against his.  He pulled up on the wad of material in his hand, and Sharon instantly lifted up her arms, helping him as much as she could.  With her T-shirt no longer between them, Steve laid down and pulled her with him, so that she was straddling him and their chests crushed together.

His kisses were no longer gentle.  He buried his fingers in her hair, clutching a handful as he teased her tongue with his to make her moan softly in the way he was already starting to love.  Even though she was on top of him, he was entirely in control of the way they moved together, lifting his hips into her and pressing her to him.  He slid his hand under the waistband of her shorts to cup her bare ass, dragging her against him while he ravaged her mouth.

He needed to get his damn jeans off.  He was so hard, and grinding against her like that was only making it worse.  So he lowered his hand from her hair to her back and sat up, then stood with her in his arms and laid her on the bed.  She gasped as, almost in the same motion, he swept her shorts and panties down her legs and off.  She sat up to help him unfasten his jeans and tug them down his hips.  They were actually more in each other’s way than particularly coordinated about it, but both were far beyond thinking clearly. The second Steve had kicked free of his shoes and his jeans fell to the floor, he was poised above Sharon, kissing her as though they’d been apart for years.  She pulled him down onto her.

“I’m gonna crush you,” Steve objected.

“I don’t care, I want to feel your skin.  You feel so good.”

For a long time, they reveled in maximum skin contact and invasive kisses, communicating in murmurs and groans.  Eventually, Steve began to kiss down Sharon’s neck, taking in deep lungfuls of the sweet, flowery scent of her.  

“I swear, Sharon, I just wanted to see you,” he said between kisses.  “I didn’t expect anything.”

Steve could hear the smile in Sharon’s voice when she said, “You’re adorable, Steve.”

He wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that, but at least it seemed like she was OK with what was happening.  Anyway, he quickly became distracted as he kissed his way down to her breasts which, he had learned to his enchantment, were very sensitive.  She squirmed as his lips approached her nipple, her moans making clear what she wanted.  He thought about slowing down, drawing out her anticipation, but he couldn’t.  He wanted his mouth on her as much as she did.  

She cried out as his tongue met the peak of her hard nipple, Steve moaning with pleasure at the same time. Her whole body arched and writhed.  She threw her head back, calling his name breathlessly.

“So damn beautiful,” he murmured between swirls of his tongue.  

He wondered...  Her reaction to his stroking, licking and nibbling at her breasts was so profound, he wondered just how much she felt.  So he let the fingers that were toying with one nipple slide down her chest to her stomach, past the carefully-manicured thatch of hair, and felt the hot slickness as he reached her lower lips.  She groaned, low in her chest.  He thought he might be right.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, sliding a fingertip between her lips, opening her folds.  “You’re so wet, does that mean you want me as much as I want you?”

“Oh, you have no idea how much I want you, Steve.  I…  You…  Oh, fuck!” She cried as he entered her with one finger, nibbling at her nipple just a bit harder now.  He used his thumb to lightly tease her clit as he fingered her, still pleasuring her breast with his lips and tongue.  She had already been rocking her pelvis against him, but now she began to fuck his finger with determination.  Her eyes were screwed closed and her mouth open, panting and moaning.  When he inserted a second finger, continuing to slide his thumb across her clit, he learned that he’d been right.  She cried out, pressing her breast up against his mouth and stiffening with the first spasms of a violent orgasm that rocked her entire body. It seemed to go on forever, making Steve feel spectacularly proud of himself.  He’d never seen a woman whose breasts were so sensitive that it took little more than stimulating them to make her come.  For some reason, he found that incredibly sexy.

Steve gave Sharon a few minutes after her body was done convulsing, just kissing randomly up her body until he reached her lips.  She pulled him down on her again, kissing him messily and hard.  “I want to make you come like that,” she practically growled. “Tell me what to do to make you come like that.”

“Trust me, I will.”

“No.  Tell me.  Tell me what you like.  Tell me what makes the top of your head blow off.”

“Well, I like, um…” He couldn’t make himself say it out loud, so he sat up, on his knees, and pulled her to a sitting position.  “Turn around,” he whispered throatily and, when she was on her knees facing away from him, put an arm around her waist.  

Then he pushed her thighs apart with his, so that she was straddling him backwards.  She groaned “Oh, fuck,” when she got the idea, and felt him lift up her hips and pull her against his chest.  She used her legs to help him lower her onto him, and cried out with the deep penetration.

“Are you OK?  Is this too much?”  He asked quickly.

“Oh, fuck, no,” she gasped, beginning to move on his cock.  “Holy -  Steve, this is…”

“I know.  Oh, fuck, you feel good,” he grunted, able to use his hands to fondle her breasts while she held on with one hand behind his neck and the other on his bicep.  “Sharon… Holy fuck…”

She set a fast, rough rhythm, using her thighs to lift herself, then letting herself fall onto him with all her weight, crying out each time.  He was close.  He didn’t know any position that let him bury himself as deeply, and it left her entire body exposed to his hands as she fucked him more and more fiercely.  And then she leaned forward onto her hands, still impaled on him and with her hips in his hands, which let him set the rhythm, pulling her onto him and thrusting up into her.  It took only a few thrusts before he was completely overwhelmed by a blast of pleasure that ripped a broken, inarticulate roar from him, wracking him with spasms of soul-deep sensation that left him utterly unable to form thoughts or words.  She’d said she wanted to make him come like she had, and he thought she might actually have overdelivered on that promise a little.  He pumped and bucked until he was completely spent, gasping for breath.  

When he recovered enough that he could, he raised up and scooped his arms under her, flopping down on his side with her curled up against the length of him.  

“That was…”  He buried his face in her hair.  “You’re incredible.  That was incredible.”

She chuckled sleepily against him.  “I’m very, very glad you came to see me.”

“Me, too.  And now you know how I feel about you.”

“Wow.  If that was you telling me how you feel, you really like me.”

“I really do.”

She turned in his arms then, so that she could face him and put her arms around him, too.  “I want you to stay here with me tonight.”

Steve just smiled and pulled him to her.

*****

After only a few hours of sleep, Bruce was already awake again, staring at his ceiling and planning the tests he would need to run once he got his core samples from Zambia.  He was surprised to hear a knock on his door, but he wasn’t surprised when Friday told him it was Catherine.  Of course, she would be awakened by her restless brain, too.  

As he rose, he discovered he had a massive headache, but he couldn’t regret the wine.  It had allowed him to have one of the most gratifying conversations he’d had in a long time.  Right up until he’d fucked the whole thing up by making a tactless, ham-handed pass at her. He was almost glad for his pounding head and the atrocious taste in his mouth, because it let him focus on something besides his shame.

As they rode to Catherine’s lab in the back of a taxi, sitting a careful distance apart, he was quiet even for Bruce.  She noticed.

“Are you OK?”  She asked, looking fully at him.  Her tone conveyed exactly what she was talking about.  They always had been able to read each other.

“I owe you an apology.  I’m sorry, and I’m embarrassed.”

“I’m not exactly sure which part you’re apologizing for,” she responded softly. “Are you sorry for feeling the same way I feel, or for being clear and honest about what you need in order to be OK?”

He closed his eyes and huffed a small sigh.  “You always did treat me better than I deserve.”

“And you always were a self-flagellating arse.  Apology unnecessary, but accepted.”

They shared a glance and a small, sad grin.

Once in Catherine’s lab, they worked diligently.  She began almost frantically entering data into her modeling system.  He called Phil Coulson, asking him to do whatever it took to get him the core samples he needed to test his theory about the earthquake.  Coulson, who enjoyed a challenge and kind of loved the idea that he could make pretty much anything happen when he needed to, assured Bruce he’d have the samples within forty-eight hours.  

By the end of the day, Bruce and Catherine were standing side by side, watching a recreation of the tornado that had hit Washington, D.C. with stunned, deeply concerned expressions.  So that’s how they’d done it.  And they could do it whenever, and wherever, they liked.

*****

Arias apparently had unlimited hot water at his villa, because Sam and Anita had been in the shower for a very long time.  He’d tried not to waken her as he slid out of bed, given that he’d only given her the chance to get about two hours of sleep.  So he’d been surprised when she’d come around the rough rock wall that separated the huge shower from the rest of the bathroom.  Her smile, though, told him immediately that she wasn’t sorry to be awake.  Her kisses reinforced the point.

“I think we should talk about what happened,” he said, forehead-to-forehead with her and holding her close.  “Since we don’t have an audience in here.”

A flicker of doubt crossed her face.  “OK.  Are you regretting it?”

“I don’t regret one second,” he answered, kissing her quickly to reassure her of that, at least.  “Ain’t gonna, unless you tell me that you do.”

“I absolutely do not.  In the cold light of day, I maybe feel a little awkward about the…  dramatics.  But I thought that would convince Arias of our cover, if they’re watching.  Maybe give me a little window to get close to him again.”

“I agree.  You were… very convincing.”

“The other part is, I wanted you.  I watched you all day, strutting around with that body, and charming everyone, and I wanted you.  And then, when we got back here and I started playing, and you were down…  Sam, that was the hottest thing that’s happened to me in a very long time.”

“Same here.  So… we’re good?”

“We’re so good.”

Which led, inevitably, to a lengthy interval where they didn’t talk much at all.

It wasn’t until they’d recovered their breaths and were soaping each other’s bodies and hair that they began to discuss their discoveries about Arias and formulate a plan for the day.

*****

Clint was outside doing yoga on the landing platform in the streaming sunshine when Natasha came out to join him.  She was cradling a huge cup of coffee that steamed in the cool air.  Although they smiled and nodded to one another, Clint didn’t stop his moves and Natasha simply leaned against the building and watched him for long enough that she finished most of her coffee before either of them spoke.

She loved everything about his body.  His sculpted arms and shoulders, hard from use and gleaming just a bit with the morning sun on the light patina of perspiration he’d worked up.  The masterful way he controlled every movement, strong and sure.  The well-defined muscles of his legs, balancing and supporting him in every position without any apparent effort.  

She hadn’t slept.  She couldn’t. All she could think about were his eyes as he’d held her and looked into hers.  The feel of his lips on hers, and his hands, heavy and possessive on her hips. How desperately she wanted him, and how good they were together.  

How wrong it was.

What had happened at the underground facility the night before had proved to Natasha, once again, that being here, together, was trying to hold back the tide.  Clint said a lot of sappy, poetic things about their being soulmates and belonging together, which she uniformly mocked because she needed them not to be true.  But they were.  In spite of everything she knew, everything she’d been taught by the Red Room and through bitter, bloody experience, she shared an unshakable bond with this man in front of her.  It made her weak.  It made her vulnerable.  She was deeply in love with Clint Barton and it drove her a little bit more insane every day.  All of which Clint knew as well as Natasha did.

Clint took a pose in which he was facing her.  As he held it, Natasha asked, “So, rounding to the nearest ten, how many times have you cursed my name since we said good night?”

“Zero, Tasha.  You know better than that.”

“I deserve it.  I should never have kissed you.  I let you think that things could be different.  I saw the look on your face when I went back to my own room.  I wouldn’t blame you for hating me.”

“I don’t hate you.  I’m a big boy, give me a little credit, would you?”

“Yeah, you’re right.  That wasn’t fair.   I suck at apologies.”

“You don’t owe me an apology.”  He changed position slightly.

“Yes, I do.  And I’m sorry.  Again. I keep telling myself that I’m a grown-ass woman who knows her own mind, that I’m capable of an adult friendship with you without getting all wrapped around the axle about… things.  But maybe that’s just another false identity.”  

“Stop it, all right?  Don’t punish yourself because I couldn’t keep my hands off you.  I understand what you need here, and I accept it.  We knew it would be hard staying here, staying friends. But we agreed it’s worth it because neither one of us could live with the alternative.  So sometimes we backslide.  The world keeps on spinning.”

Natasha just let that go.  What else could she do?  She drank the last few swallows of her coffee and tried for a businesslike tone as she said, “Cap called.  He wants a meeting here in three days.  Everybody there, ready to share what we’ve found.  We’re gonna need to go through everything we got, see what sense we can make of it.  Then we’ll need to meet with Bruce and Dr. Mulready, give them all the stuff on that machine.  I’ve already sent it to Tony, although he says he won’t be able to get to it for a while.”

“You’ve been busy this morning.”

“Couldn’t sleep.  Figured I might as well do some work.”

Clint stood from his last pose and picked up a towel lying nearby, using it to blot his face.  “Let me get a shower.  I’ll meet you in the conference room in half an hour.”

“Right,” Natasha said, holding her cup up to him in a halfhearted toast before disappearing back into the building. Clint stood looking at the door for a long time after she was gone.

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Beak> + Vox Low + Abschaum + Maria Violenza (La Machine a 10 ans) – La Machine 29. Rendez-Vous + The KVB – La Cigale 30. Editors – Salle Pleyel 31. Tindersticks – Salle Pleyel 31. It It Anita + Mss Frnce + Flowers + Angle mort et clignotant + Casse Gueule + La Jungle – Petit Bain 31. Mhysa + Teto Preto + Lavascar (fest. Closer Music) – Lafayette Anticipations 31. L’autopsie a révélé que la mort était due à l’autopsie + Peür + Solitude Club – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 31. Courtesy + Anetha + Corbeille Dallas – Rex Club Février 01. Tom of England & Bobbie Marie + Nicolas Godin (fest. Closer Music) – Lafayette Anticipations 02. Sunn o))) – La Gaîté lyrique 02. Alessandro Cortini + Not Waving + Dark Mark + Jean-Luc (fest. Closer Music) – Lafayette Anticipations 06. Rouge Gorge + Arne Vinzon – Petit Bain 06. Mnemotechnic + Radiant + Rvptvres – Le Cirque électrique 06. Nahawa Doumbia – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 08. Infecticide + Mr Marcaille + Luci + Adolf Hibou – La Lingerie|Les Grands Voisins (gratuit) 08. Hots Pants :  The Songs of Rowland S. Howard – La Maroquinerie 08. Richard Dawson + Eric Chenaux – Petit Bain 08. Emily Jane White + Floh – Les Cuizines (Chelles) 09. Explosions in the Sky – La Cigale 10. The Murder Capital – Café de la danse 10. ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead – Petit Bain 11. Moor Mother + NSDOS + Badbad (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 12. Tristesse Contemporaine + Nova Materia + ToutEstBeau (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 13. Mondkopf + Rafael Anton Irisarri + Tomaga + Tern (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 13. Ride – Le Trianon 14. Fils de Vénus + TSHA + dj Vegyn + MegaWax + Pauline Forte (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 15. The Raincoat – Centre Pompidou 15. Drive with a Dead Girl + Nursery + Shrouded and the Dinner – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 16. Ropoporose : cinéconcert sur “ Dark Star” de John Carpenter (fest. How To Love) – Petit Bain 16. Orchestral Manoeuvre in the Dark – La Cigale 18. Biliana Voutchkova + Judith Hamann – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 21. Ensemble Links joue "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain : "Détroit" + Molécule – Le 104 21. Pop 1280 – tba 21. Eszaid + Magda Drozd + Delmore FX (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 22. Tomoko Sauvage + Julie Semoroz (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Centre culturel suisse 22. Cent Ans de Solitude & Flint Glass : cinéconcert sur “Sprengbagger 1010” de Carl Ludwig Achaz-Duisberg – Club de l’Étoile 22. Low Jack b2b King Doudou + Ｓ Ｓ Ｓ Ｓ + StaStava  + Laura Not (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Petit Bain 23. Félicia Atkinson + Tujiko Noriko + Manuel Troller (fest. Oto Nove Swiss) – Lafayette Anticipations 24. Sleater Kinney – Le Trianon 24. The Legendary Pink Dots – Petit Bain 27. Zombie Zombie + Kreidler – Petit Bain 27. Deeat Palace + Elek Ember + Philémon – Instants chavirés (Montreuil) 29. SPFDJ b2b VTSS + Dax J + Hadone + Stranger – tba Mars 02. DIIV – La Gaîté lyrique ||COMPLET|| 03. Napalm Death + EYEHATEGOD + Misery Index + Rotten Sound – La Machine 03/04. The Mission – Petit Bain 05. Dorian Pimpernel + Mooon – Supersonic (gratuit) 05. Orange Blossom : “Sharing” avec les machines de François Delarozière – Élysée Montmartre 06. Frustration – Le Trianon 07. Ensemble intercontemporain joue Steve Reich : cinéconcert sur un film de Gerhard Richter – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 07. Alcest + Birds In Row + Kælan Mikla – La Machine 10. Arnaud Rebotini : live pour “Fix Me” d’Alban Richard – Centre des Arts (Enghien-les-Bains) 11. Nada Surf – La Cigale 13. Russian Circle + Torche – Bataclan 16. Hällas + La Secte du Futur + Meurtrières – La Maroquinerie 17. Chelsea Wolf – La Gaîté lyrique 18. Pelada – Petit Bain 20. Ensemble Dedalus : "Occam Ocean" d'Éliane Radigue – Le Studio|Philharmonie 20/21. Bleib Modern + Blind Delon + Mind/Matter + Die Orangen + DJ Varsovie + Codex Empire + Mitra Mitra + Order 89 + Opale + Panzer + Paulie Jan + Qual + Randered + Verset Zero + Years of Denial + IV Horsemen… (fest. des souvenirs brisés) – Petit Bain 21. Front 242 + She Past Away – Élysée Montmartre 21/22. Laurie Anderson : "The Art of Falling" – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 27. Lebanon Hanover – La Gaîté lyrique 27. Baston – L’International 27. Maggy Payne : « Crystal » (diff.) + 9T Antiope + John Wiese + Matthias Puech + Nihvak (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 28. Ensemble Links : "Drumming" de Steve Reich + Cabaret contemporain joue Kraftwerk – théâtre de la Cité internationale 28. Iannis Xenakis : « Mycenae Alpha » (diff.) + Marja Ahti + Rashad Becker + Nina Garcia + Kode9 (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 29. Ivo Malec : « Recitativio » + Eve Aboulkheir + Richard Chartier + Lee Gamble + Will Guthrie & Mark Fell (fest. Présences électronique) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio Avril 03. CocoRosie – Le Trianon 04. Ash Code – Petit Bain 09. Will Samson + Northwest + Lyson Leclercq – Le vent se lève 14>17. Metronomy – La Cigale 18. Siglo XX – La Boule noire 23. Health – Petit Bain 26. Pharmakon + Deeat Palace + Unas – Petit Bain 27. Caribou – L’Olympia 27. The Foals + The Murder Capital – Zénith Mai 08. Max Richter : "Infra" + Jlin + Ian William Craig – Cité de la musique|Philharmonie 09. Max Richter : "Voices" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 09. Jonas Gruska + Leila Bordreuil + Jean-Philippe Gross + Kali Malone (fest. Focus) – Le 104 10. Iannis Xenakis : « La Légende d’Eer » + Folke Rabe : « Cyclone » et « What ??? » (fest. Focus) – Le 104 10. Max Richter : "Recomposed" & "Three Worlds" – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 19. Swans + Norman Westberg – Le Trabendo 22. François Bayle : « Le Projet Ouïr » + Marco Parini : « De Parmegiani Sonorum » + Yan Maresz (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Julien Négrier + Hans Tutschku : « Provenance-émergence » + Félicia Atkinson : « For Georgia O’Keefe » + Warren Burt + Michèle Bokanowski (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 24. Philippe Mion + Pierre-Yves Macé : « Contre-flux II » + Daniel Teruggi : « Nova Puppis » + Adam Stanovitch + Gilles Racot : « Noir lumière » (fest. Akousma) – Studio 104|Maison de la Radio 23. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie 24. Damon Albarn – Salle Pierre Boulez|Philharmonie ||COMPLET|| 26. Minimal Compact – La Machine  Juin 03. Bambara – Espace B 06/07. Four Tet + Nils Frahm + Park Hie Jin + Modeselektor… (fest. We Love Green) – Bois de Vincennes 14. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Bercy Arena 18. Acid Mothers Temple – Espace B

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Mick Jagger e Keith Richards sono innamorati, lo dicono le loro donne (e no, nessuno può spegnere la luce degli Stones)

“Mick e Keith si amano. Io l’ho capito subito, appena li ho conosciuti. Sono innamorati, da sempre, da prima dei Rolling Stones. Ed è ancora così”. Lo diceva Anita Pallenberg, e lo sussurrava Marianne Faithfull ogni volta che con Mick andava in crisi, ma lo riconferma convinta pure Jerry Hall, più di 20 anni dopo: “Mick è innamorato di Keith. Sono come una coppia. Sposata”. Sono le loro ex, certo, hanno vissuto con loro, ci hanno fatto figli, e tu puoi ribattermi che il loro è classico veleno da ex, che quanto hanno affermato è frutto della loro rabbia cornuta. E però una volta, in tono scherzoso, anche Keith Richards qualcosa in proposito se l’è fatto sfuggire: “Io e Mick litighiamo, poi facciamo pace. Noi due non ci possiamo lasciare, noi due siamo marito e moglie, e con responsabilità di prole: la band”.

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No, non è impazzimento da quarantena, è quello che penso, con tutta la malizia mia congenita, ogni volta che su qualche sito o giornale di carta mi appaiono i Rolling Stones, e nei giorni scorsi sono riapparsi un po’ ovunque, dacché è uscito Living in a ghost town, loro nuovo singolo, scritto un anno fa, a pandemia scoppiata immediatamente inciso, e forse preludio di un nuovo album di inediti. Lo penso, che il rapporto tra queste due divinità del rock sia sovrumano. Alzi la mano chi è riuscito a mantenere accanto, per la vita, quale migliore amico, fratello, colui che ha conosciuto alle elementari, e chi ha alzato la mano la abbassi subito, ché non vale, a meno che non sia nato nel 1943! Che poi non è esatto, Mick e Keith non si sono incontrati in primary school, i due sono nati nello stesso posto, nella stessa via, in abitazioni quasi adiacenti. Quando i genitori di Keith hanno cambiato casa, i due si sono allontanati ma non dimenticati: si tenevano d’occhio, sapendo benissimo l’uno dell’altro. Fino a quel giorno in stazione, come narra la leggenda, come è storia, Mick con quei dischi di nascente rock americano sotto il braccio, e Keith che quei dischi li brama e li ascolta in radio ogni notte. Quei dischi, quel ‘battito’ sconosciuto alla realtà inglese, sono la (in)consapevole base pietrosa dei Rolling Stones. E sono prima galeotta pietra del rapporto che tra Mick e Keith si instaura. Un legame che è simbiotico, ma più di un affratellamento, loro due sono e lo specchio e l’opposto l’uno dell’altro. E insieme sono incrollabili. E poi dai, su, lo pensi tu come lo penso io, questi due non sono ‘umani’, non è umano in primis Mick Jagger, e infatti, dimmi: perché la gran parte delle persone alla sua età si sente anziana, e lui sc*letta su e giù da un palco come quando ne aveva 20? E guardati qualche suo video di ieri e di oggi se non mi credi, o credi io esageri. E come mai Keith Richards oggi ha indiscutibilmente l’aspetto di un rudere, e però suona, come e meglio di quand’era ragazzo, e neppure due operazioni alla testa l’hanno infastidito, per non parlare ancora di Jagger, che un anno fa è stato operato al cuore, e dopo un mese era già su Instagram, a saltellare da par suo?

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Sono ‘umani’? No. Non lo sono e sull’indistruttibilità degli Stones sono nati miti e complotti che compaiono in libercoli fantascientifici-criminali, su tutti quelli di strane immissioni sanguigne per annullare i postumi di eccessi alcolici e drogati, se non di innominabili patti col diavolo. Robaccia, da non perderci tempo, per me la longevità degli Stones è merito del caso, o genetica fortunata, fatto sta che stanno ancora lì, a batterti sul clitoride a 4 tempi, spediti, a struttura caoticamente ordinata, e pure living/ in a ghost town sognano che ogni notte/tu ti infili nel mio letto, e non c’è niente da fare, non ci sono mode, suoni, talent, stelline che nascono e nel giro di 2 hit muoiono, che possano spegnere la luce sui Rolling Stones. E pensare che all’inizio i Rolling Stones suonavano sì entusiasti, ma elettrizzati dal fatto che con la musica potevano facilmente sedurre ragazze, farci sesso, e al tempo stesso allontanare l’incubo del servizio militare. I Rolling Stones quale linguaccia e icona di libertà sarebbero venuti dopo, ai tempi chi ci pensava, contava suonare e sc*pare, e allontanare chiunque si frapponeva fra Jagger e Richards. È andata così, inutile girarci intorno, Brian Jones è di troppo quando il duo Jagger-Richards si cimenta e cementa autore di canzoni: è la consapevolezza di Mick e Keith compositori, coppia di firma e di fatto, che allontana Jones, dai due, e dal gruppo. Per Jones non c’è più spazio, come in questi 58 anni non ce n’è stato per nessuno abbia osato inserirsi fra Mick e Keith. Che sì, si sono divisi, a inizio anni ’80, Jagger ha fatto album solisti, Richards pure: ma in Life di Richards è chiara la sofferenza provata, l’astio, il rancore. Quello di due amanti lasciati. Come è lampante la gioia di rimettersi insieme negli album degli Stones incisi dopo quell’acida rottura. E la gelosia tirannica, ingestibile di Mick contro chiunque gli ‘rubi’ Keith come chitarrista. Pazzesca e letale, nelle pagine di Life, la gelosia di Mick nei confronti di Gram Parsons, e di Bobby Keys.

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O forse solo l’eroina ha in qualche modo allontanato i due, gli anni intensi di ero di Richards, in cui Richards si perde quasi interamente. Richards è onesto e lo riconosce, se gli Stones in quegli anni sono rimasti in piedi, è stato grazie all’ostinazione e all’abnegazione di Mick, che si è portato il bambino sulle spalle da solo. Una volta fuori dall’eroina sul serio, non è stato facile per Keith rientrare nel cuore di Mick, farsi accettare di nuovo, per quello che era (ed è) quel lontano giorno in cui alla stazione si erano riconosciuti. E capiti. E amati. Prima che ogni cosa iniziasse a rotolare.

Barbara Costa

*Le dichiarazioni su Jagger-Richards sono tratte da: Christopher Andersen, Mick Jagger, Sperling & Kupfer, 2012.

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