#café kaput

[trevlad-sounds]

Invisible Club 34

09.10.2024

Intro 00:00 Binaural Space–Fractured Beyond Repair 01:17 The Qualitons–Lil’ Bonch 05:57 Receptor Modulator–The oldest model 10:12 Natureboy Flako–Numero Cien 17:33 Scanner–Beginning of an Unknown Century 20:03 Sean Ono Lennon, Devon Hoff, Yuka Honda, Michael Leonhart, João Nogueira, Mauro Refosco, Ches Smith, Johnny Mathar-Starwater 25:30 Cate Brooks–Void Patterns 32:57 Bit Cloudy–Coronation Crack 35:40 Floating Points–Vocoder [Club Mix] 38:46 Pulsliebhaber–Galerina Marginata 46:14 Matt Berry–I Cannot Speak 50:00 Neil Cowley Trio–Adam Alphabet 52:34 Prairiewolf–The Meander 55:48 Cory Wong–Sell By Date 59:29 Furii–Ilk 1:03:58 Hayden Pedigo–Some Kind of Shepherd – Live 1:07:46 Outro 1:12:52

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Café Kaput - Applied Music Vol.1&2

[rareficsnstuff]

Not-so-hot Chocolate [Bokuto, Akaashi]

This was a ride. My high school laptop is finally kaput so I had to resort to mobile to post this (*whispers* I'veneverpostedonmobilehowthehelldoesthisshitworksomeoneplzhelp). Anyways! Merry super belated Christmas and happy new year, @danibby, I hope this is what you wanted!! And thanks @ticklygiggles for hosting and allowing my disaster self to be a part of this for the first time ever! Despite all the road blocks, it was really fun!

Summary: Bokuto and Akaashi are out trying to buy some gifts for their teammates, but in true Bokuto fashion, he forgot something of minor importance and now he has to deal with the consequences… or Akaashi does???

Words: 2039

“Akaashiiiii ~!” Bokuto whined for the umpteenth time since they had met up that night.

“Not my fault, Bokuto. You knew we’d be outside; you should have thought ahead,” said Akaashi flatly, who was trying hard to contain his building irritation with his Captain.

“But I didn’t think it would be this cold ~”

Akaashi stopped dead in his tracks, turning slowly to face Bokuto. “Bokuto,… it’s snowing…” His tone was threaded with bored incredulity and his eyes had widened a bit in borderline disgust.

“W-well yeah, but-… I-I just… Akaaaaashiiii ~! My hands are so coooold!”

“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem…” Bokuto groaned miserably at this less-than-friendly reply, head rolling back and shoulders sagging to allow his arms to dangle; like a child. “C’mon, we’ve still got half the team to buy gifts for. We can get some hot chocolate or something after the next couple of stores in this section,” Akaashi bargained.

“Lemme borrow your gloves!”

“No.”

“We can trade off!”

“No.”

“Akaaaashiiii ~!” Dammit.

“Fine! We can get hot chocolate now, just calm down!” Bokuto’s face had twisted into a juvenile pout but at the promise of a hot beverage to warm his hands, his eyebrows lifted hopefully and his golden eyes were practically sparkling. There was a definite bounce to his step now as the two headed towards the welcoming glow of cozy little café on the shopping strip.

Some time later, they were back on their way, looking through shop windows and discussing options of what to get their teammates as they nursed their steaming cocoa.

“Akaashi, let’s take a break and go over there to finish our hot chocolate!” Bokuto exclaimed, pointing excitedly to an empty park across the street with his cocoa-free hand. Akaashi nodded agreement and the two head over, perching themselves in a half-sitting-half-standing position against the back of one of the benches. “Watch this, Akaashi!” said Bokuto suddenly. Akaashi looked up at him, lazily expectant, as Bokuto drew an arm back and launched his now empty cup at a garbage bin four feet away. The cup bounced off the outer rim, sending it directly into the basket with a soft clatter. “WOOOH!” Bokuto cheered.

“Nice shot.”

“I know, right!” Although, Bokuto had ordered the largest size of hot chocolate, he had finished long before Akaashi who had gone with two sizes smaller. The younger still had the last half to drink but Bokuto didn’t seem to mind waiting for his setter. Until…

“Akaashiii ~” Oh god…

Knowing what was coming, Akaashi only hummed in response.

“My hands are cold again ~”

“Move around. It’ll help keep your body temp up.” And Bokuto began humorously trotting around his setter, rolling his shoulders and desperately rubbing his hands to keep warm. “With you size and build, I would have expected you to be the type to always be hot…” Akaashi drawled, ignoring Bokuto’s prancing and staring straight ahead. Secretly, he was trying not to smile. Why was Bokuto always such a goof?

“Common misconception… “ Bokuto had paused and mumbled to himself, “Was that the right term?” One corner of Akaashi’s mouth twitched. “I get real hot in the summer n’ stuff, but it’s the reverse in winter. It’s like my body just absorbs whatever temperature it is outside at the time… It sucks.” Bokuto pouted, still keeping up with his prancing as he moved to circle Akaashi for some diversity in his pattern.

Wow. Akaashi sure was taking his sweet time with that hot chocolate. Hadn’t he finished yet? Bokuto eyed him somewhat impatiently from the corner of his eye as he jogged circle after circle around him. When he was directly behind him after his twelfth circle, he stopped, jogging in place as his eyes practically burned holes into Akaashi’s back.

“GMMHmm!” Akaashi choked. He had been in the middle of another sip of his rapidly cooling chocolate when he felt Bokuto cram his wide hands in the slots between his arms and ribs. With a struggle, he had managed not to spew it onto the snow at his feet and swallowed it a bit painfully down his throat, stone-faced composure quickly back in place. Slowly, he turned his head to meet his captain’s wide, golden eyes. Bokuto’s expression was innocently expectant; he looked at Akaashi with raised eyebrows, glittering eyes and a pleasant – albeit dopey – smile. “What are you doing…” Akaashi said, barely even as a question; almost daring him to answer.

“I thought it might help, but your coat’s so thick your body heat doesn’t seep through like I’d hoped.” Bokuto’s brows furrowed in thought and Akaashi rolled his eyes before he took another sip of cocoa. He decided it had been too long a day to care and simply allowed his Senpai to stand there with his hands on his ribcage as he nonchalantly polished off his not-so-hot-chocolate. “OOooo- wait a minute, I’ve got a better idea!” Bokuto exclaimed making Akaashi jump, half turning his head to the elder.

“W-whoa, whoa- hey! No!” he spluttered, quickly stepping out of Bokuto’s reach and spinning around to face him, slightly crouched in a defensive stance and brandishing his nearly empty cup like some kind of hilariously pathetic makeshift shield.

“But, Akaaaashiii ~ my hands are so coooold ~!” Aaaand the whining was back.

“Stick your hands up your own shirt, then?”

“Akaashi. My hands are cold,” said Bokuto concisely, looking at Akaashi with a maddeningly incredulous expression. “If I put them under my shirt, I might as well take off my coat and lay in the snow…”

“Bokuto- “

“Oh c’mon, Akaashi, just for a second! You can warm back up really quick!”

“No, Bokuto.” Despite Akaashi’s insistence, Bokuto was advancing on him. “Bokuto, No! This is your own fault for not bringing gloves! Leave me alone!” And they were off. Using the bench as a protective barrier between them, they moved in sync from one end to the other, Akaashi tying to escape and Bokuto tying to head him off. In a flash, all in one movement, Bokuto had snatched the cup from Akaashi’s hand, set it on the bench and grabbed his Kohai’s now empty hand to pull him into his chest. There was a short-lived squabble in which Akaashi was trying to keep Bokuto’s hands out of his coat and nearly caught the larger man’s wrists but he slipped out at the last second.

“AAAAaaa!!” Oh wow, Bokuto was right… His hands were cold.

“See? Cold, right?” Bokuto’s grip on Akaashi’s sides tightened when the setter gripped his arms for dear life and began tugging and squirming to get away. “This is a lot warmer, though.” And when – god knows why – Bokuto trailed his hands up to his ribs and began rubbing them lightly up and down (for the warmth of the friction, he supposed), he panicked.

“Bokuto! Bokuto- no- please! L-let me go! Pleahese!” Shit.

Bokuto’s hands stopped and Akaashi froze.

“Are you laughing?”

“No.” Damn! That reply was way too quick.

“No, no you were- … Oh wait, I get it! Akaashi, you’re ticklish!” There was no room for refute in that statement; Bokuto had made that conclusion and the only way to change his mind was to physically prove him wrong. No chance of that happening, though. If he didn’t escape now, right now, Bokuto was going to tickle him and he was going to react like any ticklish person would. There was no helping that; he was ticklish after all. Very ticklish.

“Let me go!” he said rather than denying it. He struggled harder than ever when Bokuto rapped his arms around his waist and he was really starting to feel the threat now.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Oh god, Akaashi could hear the excited grin in his voice and there was no way he was getting out of his gorilla arms. Still with his hands under his coat, Bokuto began softly kneading into his ribs. A choked giggle slipped through before he could stop it and his only defense now was to press his elbows into his sides, hoping to squish Bokuto’s wiggling fingers.

“No, please dohon’t!” Dammit, don’t laugh; this was so embarrassing.

“Oh c’mon, Akaashi, just laugh, will ya? How come I didn’t know about this, huh?” Akaashi was about to loose it. If this kept up much longer- oh…

“Haaaaha! W-wait- aaAAAhahahaaaa!” Bokuto had only been scribbling at the sides of his ribs as he held him like a human straight jacket, but now he had started rubbing deep circles into his ribs, adding the last straw to break the camel’s back and there was absolutely no chance at stopping the laughter now.

“Yeah, there ya go! And- and my hands are finally warming up! Wow you’re really ticklish, Akaashi! What about here?” Akaashi couldn’t tell if Bokuto was teasing him or just making conversation, but it was pretty hard to read the guy right now anyways; he was a bit preoccupied with something else.

“AH- NAHo! B-bokutohohohahahaa! Bohokuto- pleahese- NAHA!” No amount of squishing his elbows into his sides was going to stop the upward journey of Bokuto’s fingers. And now they were under his arms, wriggling tirelessly and driving Akaashi mad. He lunged forward like his life depended on it, twisting any way he could. Oh good, now he was crying, too… Holy hell it tickled so bad, thank god there was no one around!

“You’re so wiggly, Akaashi!” Bokuto was laughing too now. He had never seen Akaashi like this; lively and desperate. Sure he could get into it during a volleyball game, and if it wasn’t going well, he would get pretty high strung and snap occasionally, but this was different. Red-cheeked and teary-eyed while he laughed his heart out; laughing harder than Bokuto had ever heard him laugh before. He couldn’t help but laugh with him.

When he moved one hand down goose at his hip, Akaashi wheezed and lurched forward, slipping out of Bokuto’s grip a little and making the ace loose his balance.

“AhahaHAHAA! NAho NAHAT Thahahat! Bokuto, PLEAHEEEEhese!” Bokuto barked a laugh at Akaashi’s whiney plea. He added his other hand to his other hip and Akaashi squealed – a sound Bokuto never thought he would hear from his Kohai – before he wheezed himself into silent laughter, finally toppling out of Bokuto’s grip and falling onto the powdery snow on his hands and knees with Bokuto following. He was rolling in the snow, pawing weakly at Bokuto’s hands and completely unable to speak now when the torture suddenly stopped.

Akaashi opened bleary eyes to see Bokuto sitting crisscross in the snow, hands in his lap and grinning goofily down at him. Akaashi chuckled again, rolling onto his back and looking up into the sky with a goofy smile of his own.

“You suck.” Akaashi said, tipping Bokuto into a roaring laugh. “Are your hands still cold?” he asked, a teasing edge to his voice as he looked at Bokuto from the corner of his eye. There was a pause…

“Maybe…” he finally said with a grin Akaashi did not like.

“Wait- No!” Faster than he believed he could, Akaashi had jumped to his feet and took several steps back from his Captain who was now also climbing to his feet, still with that expression that Akaashi decided he definitely hated. “We- we still have shopping to do! This can- this can wait until later, Bokuto!” he shouted desperately when Bokuto started advancing on him. Bokuto laughed again.

“Later, huh? You’re right, we should finish getting the team gifts… but I’m gonna hold you to that ‘later’ thing.” He reached back to grab Akaashi’s not-so-hot chocolate and handed it to him with a clap on the back and a rather threatening wink before he lead the way back across the street to the shopping strip.

Feeling stunned, Akaashi stood there slack-jawed holding the nearly empty cup in his hand as he watched Bokuto’s retreating figure. He tipped the last of his cocoa down his throat, tossed it into the garbage bin and forced a steadying breath which he released in a terrified huff.

Shit. Maybe if he dragged the shopping out long enough, Bokuto would forget about this…

Shit.

[burlveneer-music]

My WVUD playlist and stream, 4/2/2022

Orca, Attack! - World Map Café Kaput - Maritime Pneumatic Tubes - Mumbly-Peg Lonely Guest - Pipe Dreams (feat. Rina Mushonga) Dali Muru & The Polyphonic Swarm - Shapeshifting Kreidler - Unframed Drawings Serge Geyzel - Keep Walking Tor Lundvall - Forever Rain Biosphere - Infinium Fluxion - Orange Sky Lexagon - Sifting Storms Tom Trago - Tide Will Turn Om Unit - Ghosts drames rurals - ombres Lynn Avery & Cole Pulice - Stained Glass Sauna Takashi Kokubo - 雲を超えて(Kumo wo Koete) Loris S. Sarid - Toad Laszlo Bodo - Recalled Soul William Fields - Florescence 1 Joseph Hyde - Agency Jed St Christopher - Imp Norm Chambers - Sargasso

(listen on Mixcloud)

[one-track-daily]

Jon Brooks Pond I (2015)

From the album: 52 (Café Kaput)

[globehoved47]

hvis du nogensinde du ved får lyst til at tage på café klostertorvet engang og lade mig betale ud for en nachos og så vil du muligvis lade mig holde din hånd i op til syv minutter indtil min hånd bliver så sumpet og begge vores hænder samler så meget sved og danner en swimming pool i vores hule hænder der oversvømmer og medfører at sveden drypper ned til vores håndled videre til vores casioure og får dem til at fungere defekte og de går i kaput hvis du er nede med det så giv en melding men ærligt talt så er jeg ligeglad

[theam-cjsw]

The AM: August 22, 2022

A foggy morning lends itself to hazy tunes, ambient interludes, and deep breaths to start off the week. The sun breaks through the clouds by the third hour, so don't worry, there's plenty of jangly goodness to get you moving, too. 

Plus, Wordfest's Shelley Youngblut joins to talk about this year's in-person ImaginAIRium.

Have a wonderful week.

Listen on Soundcloud

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Other streaming links

Track listing after the break.

Hour One

Goodnight Morton RADIOACTIVE MAN • RADIOACTIVE MAN

Mellowbell CHAD VANGAALEN • NTH 3

Mar. 12th MATTHEW CARDINAL • ASTERISMS

Waves & Knots CAFÉ KAPUT • MARITIME (THEMES & TEXTURES)

Ether DEAN MCPHEE • COSMOS/ETHER

Here Comes the Black Moon VALIUM AGGELEIN • BLACK MOON

Celestial Bodies - EKP Remix HERMITESS • ACE OF CUPS - REMIXES

Fog Dance SUN RAIN • SINGLE

Already Gone CARM, FEATURING GEORGIA HUBLEY & IRA KAPLAN • CARM

Sarabande for the Souls MORGAN SZYMANSKI, TOMMY PERMAN • MUSIC FOR THE MOON AND THE TREES

Hour Two

Sweet Bird DIE WELTTRAUMFORSCHER • LEGUAN RÄTSELMANN UND SEINE GEOMETRISCHEN LIEDER

Dor Fodida SESSA • ESTRELA ACESA

Come Around CARLA DAL FORNO • COME AROUND

Doo Wop ANNA BUTTERSS • ACTIVITIES

Pantin MISZCZYK, FEATURING ALUMETTE • THYRSIS OF ETNA

Bisou PI JA MA • SEULE SOUS MA FRANGE

She Stands Up M83 • M83

Slowly M83 • M83

Ecology DAWN TO DAWN • SINGLE

Summer Child GHOSTKEEPER • MULTIDIMENSIONAL CULTURE

Leech! RUBY GOON • COLD WIND / LEECH!

Hour Three

Fruiting Body GOON • PAINT BY NUMBERS, VOL. 1

You Said You LA ROSE • LEAN PERIOD

Happen NICK HAKIM • COMETA

T V KLARKA WEINWURM • EASY DAYS

In the Dawn THE GARRYS • GET THEE TO A NUNNERY

Red River ZOON, FEATURING SUNNSETTER • BIG PHARMA EP

Saw You at the Record Shop Today THE REDS, PINKS & PURPLES • SINGLE

Vanishing Dots ROLLING BLACKOUTS COASTAL FEVER • ENDLESS ROOMS

Too Late Now WET LEG • WET LEG

Earth Shaker BLUME • WAVES OF LOVE

[antikorpersession]

Antikörper-Tipp: @gewalt_band spielen live! Endlich! Von Hamburg bis Laibach zerreissen Stroboskope, Maschinen Beats, klirrende Gitarren und sinistre Bass Riffs die Dunkelheit der Clubs. Es wird ohren- und seelenbetäubend! Auf zum Tanz, zum Schrei, zur Katharsis in dieser elendigen Zeit! Erkenntnis und wilde Raserei sind garantiert. Gewalt "Gier" Tour 2022 präsentiert von Kaput Magazin, ByteFM, Visions, Neolyd, Taz Popblog, The Gap, Ticket.at, Loop und Artnoir.ch. 11.-20.03. Austin (USA), SXSW 22.04. Köln, c/o pop 27.04. Graz Orpheum Extra 28.04. Maribor, MC Pekarna, Slovenia 30.04. Dornbirn, Spielboden 01.05. Villach, Kulturhof 02.05. Ljubljana, Slovenia, Channel Zero (tbc) 03.05. Innsbruck, PMK 04.05. München, Milla 06.05. Salzburg, Arge 07.05. St. Gallen, Palace 08.05. Basel, Hirscheneck 09.05. Weinheim, Cafe Central 10.05. Nürnberg, Z-Bau 12.05. Hamburg, Molotow 13.05. Düsseldorf, Ratinger Hof 14.05. Brüssel. Café Central 19.05. Leipzig, Conne Island 04.06. Berlin Lido 08.06. Mainz, Schon Schön 09.06. Zürich, Bogen F 10.06. Freiburg, Slow Club 11.06. Karlsruhe, Kohi 12.06. Bern, Rössli GEWALT sind: LMMS, Helen Henflig, Jasmin Rilke und Patrick Wagner aus Berlin und Wien. https://www.gewalt.berlin   #bytefm #radio #fuergutemusik #markkowarsch #antikörpersession #gewalt #lieblingsalbum2021 #patrickwagner #gewaltband #cloudshill #wagnerliestwagner #livefromhamburg #vinyl #markowarsch #antikoerpersessions #dqagency #thischarmingman #cloudshillmusic #antikörpersessions #antikoerper #antikörper     (hier: Nuremberg) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZSYU-9sSsY/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Voltamos a ser duros no 2º aniversário da Malfeito | Reportagem

O lema “temos de ser duros” teve uma nova versão destinada ao editor do bonito cartaz deste 2º aniversário da Malfeito. Ficam aqui os nossos parabéns para o autor do design. “Temos de ser duros no Corel” (passe a publicidade) pois o line-up da festividade teve de ser atualizado por 2 vezes dadas os cancelamentos de Vaiapraia e dos Beez. Por fim foram os Grand Sun a ocuparem a vaga, última contratação e que justificou plenamente a chamada à “convocatória”. Mais à frente justificaremos…

Este 2º aniversário foi celebrado nas passadas noites de sexta-feira (dia 5 de abril) e sábado (dia 6 de abril) no sítio do costume: o acolhedor Café Avenida situado na bela e pacata cidade de Fafe. Para a primeira noite chegamos cedo. Aproveitamos para tomar um cafezinho e para “dois dedos de conversa”. Mais adiante na noite “mergulharmos” na sala dos fundos (literalmente) e presenciamos as performances da noite.

Logo na sala principal do Café Avenida deparamo-nos com uma instalação fotográfica por parte da Malfeito nos quais estavam recordações de várias noites realizadas por aquela entidade cultural. Desde logo um bonito cartão-de-visita. Ao fundo da sala principal e na zona dos bilhares a sala foi decorada com vários posters de eventos já realizados naquele café e que vão além de eventos Malfeito.

Na sala intermédia e destinada aos DJ Sets fomos igualmente presenteados com cartazes alternativos da festividade e, diga-se em abono da verdade, muito bem conseguidos. Além disso, as típicas caixas recortadas e iluminadas com os nomes das bandas que já passaram por Fafe a encargo da Malfeito. Estava criado um ambiente ainda mais acolhedor perante tal decoração atenciosa do espaço.

À medida que o local ia ficando mais frequentado ficamos mais próximos do início dos concertos, algo que aconteceu perto das 23:40 horas, tendo os brasileiros Bike tido a honra de abertura das “hostilidades”. “Vi a montanha mais perto do céu” (letra do tema “A Montanha Sagrada”) cantavam estes brasileiros. Assim começamos a sentir-nos ouvindo o seu rock psicadélico extremamente exótico. Adicionado o reverb as vozes ficam com um tom particularmente hipnótico o que ajuda imenso a esse sentimento de exotismo e a ligeiro transe. Gostamos especialmente de como desconstroem as canções para logo em seguida as voltarem a fazer crescer. Apreciamos novamente (depois do concerto em Guimarães) a experiência Bike.

Em seguida apresentaram-se os 10000 Russos, trio oriundo do Porto. O último álbum ‘Distress Distress’ foi o “menu principal” da banda desde o início de 2018. Têm um som que não é fácil de assimilar é certo e que chega a ser algo monótono a certos momentos. A sua performance iniciou-se já depois da 1 da manhã e aconteceu perante uma sala bem composta e com gente bastante atenta às suas canções. “Europa Kaput” foi a canção de maior destaque cujo refrão é facilmente interiorizado e que nos fez lembrar as confusões europeias, especialmente pela imagem de Teresa May e do Brexit. Coisas bizarras a horas já meio impróprias…

Ao fim de 1 hora de concerto foi o momento para as meninas da Malfeito com o seu alter-ego de DJs como Chicas Mal Hechas abrirem a pista de dança.

Mais fotos da primeira noite por Jorge Nicolau: clicar aqui

No sábado voltamos à estrada e a percorrer novamente a bem conhecida “Variante de Fafe”. Os caminhos levaram-nos para a segunda parte do evento. Desta vez a noite iria ser preenchida por três bandas, uma mais que no dia anterior. Desde bem cedo notamos que esta noite de fim-de-semana seria a mais movimentada das duas. O Café Avenida registou uma bonita casa cheia.

Para início das “hostilidades” entraram ao “serviço” Ditch Days. A banda lisboeta apresentou-se em formato quinteto na qual contou o auxílio de Pedro Castilho (tem o seu projecto a solo como Castilho Castilho) na guitarra. Durante 45 minutos apresentaram o seu álbum de 2016 ‘Liquid Springs’ com canções como “Back in the City” uma das que mais gostamos. As novas canções, lançadas nos últimos meses, não foram obviamente esquecidas. Também apreciamos bastante ouvir ao vivo estas novas “malhas”: “Even If You Know”, “Seth Rogen” e “Downtown” soaram-nos muito bem, melhor até no que no registo de edição discográfico. Voltaram a casa a saber que em Fafe ninguém fanfe!

Muita cerveja a rolar, ambiente bem animado e espirito punk a despontar. Estavam as “coordenadas certas” para a recepção aos Grand Sun caminhávamos já para a 1 hora da manhã. A última banda a ser confirmada não deixou os seus créditos por mãos alheias. E que festa foi! Confessamos que não tínhamos grande conhecimento deste colectivo de Oeiras. Agora que ficamos impressionados positivamente com a sua performance, isso ficamos. Especialmente pela energia do seu teclista. Aconselhamos a que escutem as canções “Little Mouse” e “Go Home”. O seu som é claramente inspirado no pop dos anos 60 com um forte travo psicadélico no qual o som das teclas dá aquele toquezinho indelével.

Durante este concerto dos Grand Sun o mosh animou as hostes: os ténis ficaram sujos, as testas suadas e as cervejas voaram para fora dos copos… Faz tudo parte de uma grande noite com selo Malfeito. Começa a ser uma tradição daquelas de manter por muitos e bons anos. Antes do concerto seguinte foi a altura perfeita para cantarmos os merecidos parabéns à Malfeito e provar um bocadinho do delicioso bolo com que presentearam toda a gente.

A honra de encerramento dos concertos coube aos Cave Story. O quarteto das Caldas da Rainha anda a tocar pelas salas do país ‘Punk Academics’, considerado pelo HeadLiner um dos melhores do ano passado. Até por isso a expectativa de os ouvir ao vivo era maior. Apesar da hora mais adiantada e da sala estar um bocadinho menos preenchida do que no concerto anterior, a vibe continuava em alta. Esse álbum ‘Punk Academics’ foi devidamente explorado logo no início com “Motioned” e “Nickel Sports”. O seu som, como os próprios o afirmam, não tem um rótulo simples. Passa pelo Garage Rock e o Punk mas vai mais além. Isso mesmo é facilmente percetível ao vivo. Antes do encore, os Cave Story foram a ��nica banda a conceder ao público esse pedido, tocaram mais canções desse mais recente registo como “Hill So White” ou “Offered Forms of Espace”. O álbum ‘West’ de 2016 não foi esquecido e foi igualmente explorado. A banda de maior estatuto esteve à altura do acontecimento não desapontando alguns fãs que estavam na audiência.

O fim da noite teve um DJ Set pel’ O Cão da Garagem representado por Carlos de Jesus membro da banda portuense Sunflowers.

Aproveitamos o fecho desta reportagem para desejar à equipa da Malfeito os parabéns e esperar que possam-nos brindar com estes excelentes eventos por muitos e bons anos!

Mais fotos da segunda noite por Jorge Nicolau: clicar aqui

Texto: Edgar Silva

Fotografia: Jorge Nicolau

[trevlad-sounds]

Library Vibes 2

11.05.2019

Roedelius-Sonnengeflecht 00:00 Chris Gunning-Beachcomber 03:21 Eddie Warner-Devil's Anvil 04:26 A. Frydman & M. Cannone-Hiver 06:37 Bernard Fevre-2043 09:06 SHOWUP RECORDS-Solid Funk 11:12 Lovekrafty-Xymphonic 13:15 Alan Hawkshaw & Brian Bennett-Mile High Swinger 15:13 R. Ascot-#4 19:57 Mike Moran-The Pick-Up 21:56 Domenique Dumont-Ono Mambo Haiku 23:30 Alan Hawkshaw & Brian Bennett-Oddball 26:40 Francis Monkman-Current Affairs 29:35 Café Kaput-Kinetics In Industry 33:00 BERNARD ESTARDY-Cha Tatch Ka 35:42 Maston-Raincloud 37:45 Alan Tew-Headlights 41:37 Simon Haseley-Prototype 42:44 Claude Larson-Climax 5 44:41 ADR-Codex 48:52 Hong Kong In The 60s-Disintegration, The Advisory Circle Reshape 52:00 Piero Umiliani-Centrali Termiche 55:51 Pye Corner Audio-Toward Light 57:57 Belbury Poly-Now Ends the Beginning 1:05:17

[fuckyeahmotorik]

#1175

Jon Brooks - Ascent

“Agri Montana”, 2017

Hauntological Alpinism by Jon Brooks (The Advisory Circle).

[adhd-hippie]

10 things my ADHD ass can’t stand and 10 things it loves.

Hate

Tags in my clothes -fuck you cactus spines!

Crowded grocery stores - this isn’t a café why are you chatting in the aisles, yeah fuck you too Carol.

Clocks that tick - it’s 2019, is it necessary that old looking clocks tick, really?

Soft touches- I’m not a cat, stop petting me!

Long lists of instructions - I will do number 1 & number 5 everything else should have been written down

House sitting - I have a morning routine that must be completed or I will lose my mind, and my keys. Staying in your environment is not a vacation and fucks with my routine.

Clutter - visual pollution is real y’all when it is present my ability to concentrate is kaput!

Bed time - you come and you go and I’m still on Tumblr

Open plan offices - Fuck this concept, if I wanted to hear about Ellen in accounts episiotomy I’d have become a Dr. Also, I’m trying to do some really boring shit here and Dave in HR is clipping his fucking nails!!!!

“Have you tried medication?” - Yes and fuck you! Do you know what that shit does? Have you ever been stoned for a year, have you ever been unable to sleep for days at a time, have you ever forgotten to eat repeatedly? I have, all thanks to Ritalin and Adderall. ADHD meds are stimulants, as in amphétamines as in a component of fucking METH! I do not want to be on LITERAL FUCKING DRUGS for the rest of my life, how about YOU try and accommodate me just a bit!

Love

Lists & Outlines - structure helps me organize my thoughts

Soft fabrics - jersey knit shirts and percale sheets mummmmm.

Pets that let you pet them for hours - life size fidget toy baby!

Empty grocery stores - No old lady’s discussing their lives in front of the bananas fuck yes!

ASMR and White Noise - so soothing and so good at blocking out all the extra noise!

Making things for no reason - I once spent 4 hours in a row making a mermaid crown, it’s amazing.

Tight Hugs/Rough Touches - idk why but a good tight squeeze, someone playfully but firmly pulling my hair, or a kid sitting on me is 500% better than any soft gentle caress.

Waterfalls, the ocean, rain, snowfall - aka nature’s white noise

Adults who treat me like an adult - the neurodivergent are frequently infantalized, it sucks!

Watching the same shows and reading the same books (or fanfics) repeatedly - I missed some of it the first few times so it’s still interesting.

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My WVUD playlist, 6/5/2021

Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan - Gateway to the North Café Kaput - Blue Point Tyler Holmes - To Accept Norwell - Tangerine Trees Marrón - Under the Moon David Harrow - in C 12-Inch Side B Papiro - Anelli Gary Rees - Intoxicated Aluminum Orca, Attack! - Conclusion Giant Claw - Earther Zigra - Enif John Carpenter - Alive After Death Claudio Simonetti - Halloween Adderall Canyonly - Insane Cops Keep Calling Out You're Dead Malocculsion - Blade in the Spine Telex - The Beat Goes On/Off FIT Siegel - Wayne County Stomp Petridisch - Working for the Man (feat. Leah Callahan) Linea Aspera - Decoherence Fatima Al Qadiri - Stolen Kiss of a Succubus Plus Ultra - Element of Time Lawrence - Yufuin No Mori Moullinex - Kelvin Wake Pattern µ-Ziq - Preston Melodics

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A Road Trip to Leh – The Luxury Way

Traversing through the challenging terrain leading up to Leh is every road-trip enthusiast’s travel dream. The virgin locales, rocky mountains, breathtaking views, tranquil gompas, bustling bazaars and delectable food scene – what’s not to love! Drop the idea of roughing it out like a conventional road-trip because this once-in-a-lifetime experience is best enjoyed in the lap of luxury. This exhaustive guide will help you explore Leh the opulent way.

Where to Stay?

There are two ways to access Leh – via Manali and via Srinagar. Unless you are on a pan-J&K trip, the former is more practical. Even through this route, you’ll reach your destination on the third day of hitting road. So, it is imperative to plan your halts carefully. These stop-over destinations offer the perfect blend of comfort and luxury.

1. ManuAllaya Resort Spa, Manali

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After being on the road for more than 10 hours, with two more days of driving ahead, ManuAllaya Resort Spa is just the kind of destination you need to rest and recoup. The plush facility with its traditional architecture fused with modern design and amenities such as well-furnished rooms, cottages, in-house spa and a temperature-controlled swimming pool is just the kind of pampering you deserve.

Tariff: INR 14,666 onwards*

Book Your Stay at ManuAllaya Resort and Spa

2. Jispa Valley Camp

Almost half-way between Manali and Leh, Jispa makes for an ideal stopover. While you won’t find the quintessential resort experience here, the Jispa Valley Camp right by the river side, surrounded by green fields and towering mountains, is just right for a close-to-nature experience. The tents in the camp are packed with all modern amenities needed for a comfortable stay. Good food, helpful staff and the customary bonfire in the evening will help calm your nerves after a grueling drive in the Himalayan terrain.

Tariff: INR 1,750 to 4,650*

Book Your Stay at Jispa Valley Camp

3. The Grand Dragon, Leh

Nothing redefines luxury like this swanky resort situated in the heart of Leh. With a spectacular view of the Great Himalayas in the backdrop, The Grand Dragon has been designed so you could soak up the incredible hospitality of this old mountain kingdom. With its traditionally-designed rooms, cultural events, barbeques and bonfires, the facility is all about unadulterated pampering.

Tariff: INR 19,999*

Book Your Stay at The Grand Dragon

4. The Pangong Inn

Your Leh road trip is incomplete without a tryst with the gorgeous Pangong Tso. Planning a night halt is recommended to enjoy the exotic locales and virgin beauty of this destination at leisure. Located in the vicinity of this popular lake, The Pangong Inn is the only luxury resort in the area. As opposed to the tents and camps that can get quite windy and cold at night, the Pangon Inn offers a fine blend of luxury with nature’s splendour.

Tariff: INR 4,600-14,200*

Book Your Stay at Pangong Inn

5. Lchang Nang Retreat, Nubra Valley

Nestled between rugged mountain peaks, Nubra Valley is another must-see destination on your Leh trip. At the heart of this spectacular landscape, lies a little piece of bliss – the Lchang Nang Retreat. Set up in the midst of a vast orchard comprising apple, apricot and elm trees, and flanked by the Siachen River, this halt is meant for experiencing serenity with the right dose of luxury thrown in the mix.

Tariff: INR 12,750 onwards*

Book Your Stay at Lchang Nang Retreat

Which Vehicle to Take?

Given the tough and unforgiving terrain you’d be traversing through, picking the right vehicle is of utmost importance. SUVs with their high ground clearance, 4×4 transmission, and big tyres are your safest bet here. If you don’t own one, considering renting a self-driven Toyota Fortuner, Audi Q3, Mitsubishi Pajero Sport or Ford Endeavour for a comfortable and enjoyable road trip.

Read more: How About a Road Trip to Leh-Ladakh With Your Dad?

What to Shop For?

The old town of Leh is a known for its vibrant bazaars, dotted with curios and souvenirs you can bring back as keepsakes. Pashmina shawls, silver and traditional Ladakhi turquoise stone jewelry, rugs, carpets, Tibetan handicrafts, as well as dried fruits and authentic saffron are some of the things that must feature on your shopping list. The most sought-after shopping destinations here include De Pashmina Emporium, Tibetan Handicraft Community Showroom, Choglamsar, Shar Market, Buddhist Thangka House, Moti Market, Ladakh Art Palace, in addition to government-run emporiums and handloom centers.

Where to Eat?

No holiday is complete without some insane gastronomic indulgences and Leh is poised to spoil you silly on that count. Some of the best restaurants in Leh to look out for are:

Bon Appetit (multi-cuisine)

Wonderland Restaurant and Coffee Shop (rooftop café)

Ladakh Café (vegan menu), Tibetan Kitchen (authentic local cuisine)

La Piazzetta (Italian)

Amigo (Korean)

What to Carry?

A good navigation device like MapMyIndia or Garmin Nuvi series to make sure you don’t lose direction when internet connectivity goes kaput

Advanced camera devices like GoPro to capture the essence of those abounding breathtaking views

A portable mobile hotspot to secure internet connectivity

Powerbank charger to keep your gadgets alive and kicking

An extra spare tyre and a can of fuel for emergencies

A torchlight, Swiss knife and scissors

Gaiters and warm clothing (it can get pretty chilly on the passes)

First-aid kit with basic over-the-counter medicines and Diamox to counter effects of high-altitude

Sun protection: UV sunglasses and skincare products like moisturizers, sunscreen lotion and lip balm.

Energy bars and compact snacks like chocolates and nuts

Now is the time to plan that long-awaited awaited road trip to Ladakh!

*Prices may vary

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C’est un petit paquet de feuilles jaunies par le temps, qui sommeille aujourd’hui dans le tiroir d’une vieille commode. Une vingtaine de pages noircies d’une écriture fine, qui racontent l’une des semaines les plus sanglantes de l’histoire de France. Un récit clinique, celui des tout premiers jours de la bataille de Verdun, tels que les a vécu un jeune homme de 23 ans que rien ne prédestinait à ce rôle de chroniqueur.

Il s’appelait René Prieur. Né le 10 août 1891, ce fils d’un professeur d’histoire enseignant au lycée Charlemagne, à Paris, fait partie des quelque trois millions et demi de jeunes Français qui ont répondu à l’ordre de mobilisation générale en août 1914. Etudiant en médecine au moment de la déclaration de guerre, cela fait maintenant huit mois qu’il se trouve dans le secteur de Verdun quand, à l’aube du lundi 21 février 1916, les Allemands déclenchent l’opération Gericht, début de ce qu’on appellera plus tard la bataille de Verdun.

Quand commence l’offensive, ce matin-là, René Prieur, lui, est au bois des Fosses, près de Louvemont. Situé à une dizaine de kilomètres au nord de Verdun et à peu près autant des batteries allemandes, ce petit village abrite l’un des postes de secours que le 29e régiment d’infanterie territoriale a installé près de la ligne de front pour recueillir et soigner les blessés. A la tête d’un petit groupe d’infirmiers, il a notamment pour mission de tenir un registre précis de ce qui se passe dans son secteur. Une tâche dont il s’acquitte dès le premier soir de l’offensive, en commençant par dresser la liste des blessés de la journée avant de résumer en quelques lignes ces premières heures de la bataille : « Aujourd’hui, j’ai dû faire de nombreux pansements, diriger les brancardiers et choisir les chemins les moins exposés pour aller ramasser les blessés, installer un 2e poste de secours, à droite de celui où j’étais établi pour abriter tous les blessés. Nous avons reçu beaucoup de gaz lacrymogènes, le bombardement ne cesse pas et les nouvelles les plus invraisemblables circulent. »

René Prieur, à droite, devant le poste de secours du bois des Fosses, près de Louvemont (Meuse), mi-février 1916.

Le médecin-auxiliaire René Prieur (tenant une canne) entouré d'infirmiers membres du 29e R.I. territoriale, dans le secteur de Verdun, janvier-février 1916.

Pour René Prieur, la nuit du 21 au 22 février sera courte. Une heure de sommeil à peine puis le bombardement à nouveau, un bombardement « plus intense » que la veille et qui place maintenant Louvemont sous le feu direct de l’ennemi – le petit village, entièrement ravagé dans les jours et les semaines qui suivent, ne sera jamais reconstruit. En ce deuxième jour de bataille, le jeune médecin raconte : « L’abri de droite en sortant du poste a été détruit par un 305 pendant que j’aidais l’infirmier Mathiot du 165e à arrêter une hémorragie d’un blessé atteint à la cuisse. Le poste était encombré. Plusieurs morts gisaient à l’entrée, dont trois à genoux, le sac encore au dos. Plusieurs blessés ont été tués par le 305 et à côté de moi. »

Lettre de René Prieur à son père Raoul écrite au bois des Fosses, 22 février 1916.

23 février : « Les Allemands lancent de plus en plus de gaz lacrymogènes. Il est impossible de prendre les noms des blessés. »24 février : cette fois, « les Allemands sont là ». Tout près. Si près qu’à la nuit tombée, « ramenant des blessés gisant dans la neige », René Prieur se trouve sous le feu direct de « sentinelles ennemies ». Au cours de cette seule journée, « j’ai été enseveli quatre fois sous des trous d’obus », écrit le jeune homme qui, pour la première fois, avoue qu’il pense à sa propre mort : « Bien qu’il faisait froid et grelottant, boueux, sanglant, j’ai dormi de fatigue après une pensée pour maman, mon cher papa, ma petite Henriette (...), songeant à la mort possible, à l’éternité peut-être très proche et troublante, revoyant rapidement ma vie et me recommandant à Dieu. Oh mon Dieu, ayez pitié de moi dans ma faiblesse où je crie avec sincérité du fond de mon être. »

25 février 1916. « La nuit, il a neigé et le sol est blanc », constate René Prieur à son réveil, à 7 heures du matin. Un matin anormalement calme. « Rien de particulier » sinon « l’attente d’une contre-attaque qui peut-être nous délivrera ». Espoir hélas vite dissipé car à 10 heures, surgissant du petit bois qui surplombe Louvemont, c’est une « patrouille allemande » qu’aperçoit le jeune médecin. La suite, la voici : « Mettant mon sac au dos, ma couverture en bandoulière, je me suis avancé tout seul, tendant en avant mon mouchoir blanc et par dessus mon brassard de la Croix Rouge, criant : “Nous sommes prisonniers !” On me répond en français, tout en me mettant en joue à 10 mètres : “Nous ne sommes pas des barbares, on ne vous fera pas de mal, combien d’hommes sont avec vous ?

– Environ 25.

– Dites leur de sortir sans arme.”

Et je crie : “Allons mes amis, avancez sans arme, on ne vous fera pas de mal.” Mes amis sortent et je préviens le caporal allemand qu’il reste des blessés. Il me dit : “On va venir les chercher, ils seront soignés.” Alors le caporal et 4 soldats du 8e nous ont mené à travers le bois des Fosses saccagé, détruit, défoncé, vers le sentier où il y a encore l’écriteau Herbebois Wavrille. Le 75 tire et des Allemands tombent. Mes amis me suivent en ordre, sautant par dessus les troncs d’arbre. Le caporal allemand me demande si j’ai faim. J’accepte un bout de pain noir mais je lui montre que j’ai encore des vivres dans ma musette. Vers le milieu du ravin de l’Herbebois, nous rencontrons un officier. Il nous fait arrêter. Il me dit de rester seul, que je serai conduit près du médecin plus tard. Mes amis me quittent et défilent devant moi en me serrant la main pendant que le 75 tire avec rage. Je leur dis : “Au revoir et bon courage, ils ne sont pas à Verdun et nous les aurons quand même !” Alors l’officier dit : “Français, braves, bons soldats.”

Louvemont (Meuse), 1915

Aujourd'hui (cliquer pour agrandir)

25 février, 16 heures. Quatre heures que René Prieur est aux mains de l’ennemi. Après une brève accalmie, les combats reprennent. Et la fin d’après-midi sera terrible. « Le 75 fauche tout, les bras, les têtes, les membres volent en l’air. Je suis éclaboussé de sang. Le ravin est comblé de morts qui s’amoncellent et, vers quatre heures et quart, quand je me dégage de dessous ma tranchée et des arbres, je marche sur des morts. Je ne sais pas où je vais. Je n’ai rien vu de plus infernal. J’entendrai toute ma vie le son métallique du 75, les branches craquant sinistrement, les cris des blessés, le nombre inouï de morts. » Le récit fait penser à celui des jours précédents. A ceci près que c’est maintenant le carnage causé par des obus français que décrit René Prieur. Et que c’est désormais à des soldats ennemis qu’il apporte les premiers soins. « Je panse des blessés allemands », écrit le jeune médecin, non sans s’étonner au passage de la qualité des pansements allemands, « petits » et « peu pratiques ».

René Prieur dans une tranchée près du village de Haumont-près-Samogneux, en 1915. Détruit pendant la bataille de Verdun, le village n'a pas été reconstruit après la guerre.

25 février, toujours. Arrive maintenant la nuit. C’est alors que, près d’un « immense trou d’obus », René Prieur tombe par hasard sur deux officiers allemands. Une conversation s’engage. « Très polis ces officiers me parlent de la guerre. Ils m’annoncent la prise de Verdun pour le 27 [février], le Kaiser à Verdun le 1er [mars], me montrent des cartes, affirment que tout se déroule mathématiquement. Je réponds qu’ils ne passeront pas, parce que persuadé sincèrement que les Allemands pouvaient passer les deux premiers jours, [qu’]ils ont été retenus, et que maintenant les réserves nombreuses en hommes, artillerie, vivres, étaient là. D’ailleurs voici 6 jours que le bombardement ne cesse pas, voyez, j’ai encore pour 3 jours de vivres dans ma musette. Nous avons tout de même des repas chauds ! Ils sourient , disent : “Français, braves !”, mais Verdun : “bald kaput !” Et la conversation continue pendant que nos canons tirent toujours mais avec moins d’intensité dans le ravin. Vers 7 heures, un blessé atteint à la cuisse me conduit vers le poste de secours en suivant un cordon blanc. Des brancardiers portent des blessés dans des toiles de tente et se guident avec de grandes cartes du bois des Fosses. Dans le poste il y a deux médecins. L’un est officier et fume, l’autre, sous-officier, fait des pansements et j’aide à panser les blessés. On m’offre à boire du café, à manger du pâté de foie en conserve.

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(...) En avant du poste, les Allemands creusent de petites tranchées individuelles, font du feu, installent chacun leur toile de tente et le canon gronde toujours et les obus éclatent sinistrement semant la mort. De nombreux blessés allemands arrivent au poste de secours. Un bon feu flambe dans un âtre où réchauffe du café dans de grandes marmites. Les infirmiers sont très occupés et travaillent sans arrêt, prenant pansements, morphine, iode dans de grands paniers. Je remarque qu’il y a très peu d’ouate et qu’on se sert de préférence d’un tissu qui y ressemble et se rapproche du papier. Exténué, je demande la permission de me reposer. On me prête une couverture. Je m’enroule dedans et reposant la tête sur mon sac, je m’endors profondément jusqu’au matin à 10 heures, j’ai dormi si profondément que je n’ai même pas bougé quand un 75 est tombé sur le poste de secours. Mais au réveil le poste est vide, les médecins allemands ont pu évacuer leurs blessés. Comme j’ai dormi tout de même, c’est la 1ère fois que je dors vraiment depuis 10 jours ! »

C’est sur ces mots, rédigés le 26 février 1916 « au poste de secours allemand en avant du bois des Fosses, à droite de Louvemont », que s’achève le petit carnet de René Prieur. Ce qui lui arrivera dans les jours qui suivent ? Impossible de le savoir aujourd’hui. Aucun autre écrit intime n’a été conservé dans les archives familiales. Aucune lettre non plus. Ou plutôt si, quelques lettres, mais écrites par ses camarades et non par lui-même, et qui disent toutes la même chose : passée la date du 24 février, personne n’est en mesure de dire ce qu’est devenu René Prieur, ni même s’il est encore vivant. C’est notamment le cas du commandant Dath, chef du bataillon dont dépend le jeune médecin, qui, le 21 mars, adresse ce bref courrier au père de celui-ci :« Je suis resté avec M. Prieur, médecin auxiliaire, jusqu’au 24 février dans la soirée. Je ne l’ai quitté que vers 16h30 lorsque les derniers éléments de mon bataillon, menacés d’encerclement ont dû quitter le bois des fosses. M. Prieur, avec le personnel du service de santé qui restait alors dans les abris, a dû rester auprès des nombreux blessés des différents corps qui qui concouru à la défense du bois. Il a dû tomber entre les mains de l’ennemi le soir vers 17 heures. Il est probable que vous ayez maintenant de ses nouvelles d’Allemagne, à moins qu’il n’ait été maintenu dans la région envahie pour continuer ses soins aux blessés non transportables. Dans ce dernier cas, vous auriez plus difficilement de ses nouvelles car je sais que les Allemands n’accordent pas facilement la liberté d’écrire à ceux de nos compatriotes qui doivent être maintenus en pays envahi. Veuillez agréer, Monsieur, l’expression de mes sentiments très distingués. »

A la lecture de ce courrier, qui formule des hypothèses plus qu’il n’apporte de réponse, on imagine dans quelle inquiétude fut alors plongée la famille du jeune médecin. Inquiétude d’autant plus grande que les dernières nouvelles données directement par le jeune homme, une lettre à sa famille datée du 23 février, étaient tout sauf rassurantes. « Mon cher papa, voici la 50e heure de bombardement.(…) C’est effrayant. Nous avons reçu des gaz, des obus asphyxiants, des obus lacrymogènes, de tout. Quelques-uns sont devenus fous.(…) Tout va bien, mais quel déluge de feu, de fer, que de destructions, de ruines, de morts, de blessés. C’est une boucherie inouïe. Mais les Boches n’auront pas Ver… qu’ils ont bombardé, et nous les repousserons. Je vais bien, j’ai pu manger, boire, dormir quelques heures après trois jours. (…) Allons, confiance et courage. Je t’embrasse de tout mon coeur, ainsi que maman et la sœur. René. »

Lettre de René Prieur à son père Raoul écrite au bois des Fosses, 23 février 1916.

Combien de temps les parents du jeune homme resteront-ils sans nouvelles de leur fils ? Difficile à dire. Le seul indice dont on dispose est une lettre conservée dans les archives familiales et datée du 11 juin 1916, dans laquelle le jeune homme décrit sa nouvelle vie : « Nos santés sont excellentes malgré le mauvais temps. J’ai fait très peu de musique cette semaine mais on va s’y remettre. On travaille et on lit encore bien plus, n’est-ce pas le moment ou jamais ? Le temps passe vite ainsi. Il ne manque que vous tous. Je pense que ce sera à la fin de l’année qu’on se retrouvera. Je reçois bien lettres et colis. »

René Prieur en captivité au camp de Mannheim (Allemagne), en 1916.

Croix de guerre

De la lecture, de la musique, des colis... Ce que décrit ici René Prieur n’est autre que sa vie dans un camp de prisonniers, en l’occurrence celui de Mannheim, au sud-ouest de l’Allemagne, d’où il ne sort qu’à l’automne 1916 grâce, si l’on peut dire, à une péritonite. Evacué vers la Suisse par la Croix-Rouge, le jeune homme, selon une pratique alors en vigueur, est ensuite « échangé » contre un médecin allemand prisonnier en France. De retour dans le secteur de Verdun au début de 1917, il ne sera démobilisé qu’en 1919, sans imaginer qu’il sera à nouveau appelé sous les drapeaux vingt ans plus tard, en 1939, cette fois comme médecin capitaine.

Marié à Madeleine Bonnecaze, sœur d’un camarade médecin rencontré lors de sa captivité à Mannheim, René Prieur aura trois enfants, onze petits-enfants et seize arrière-petits enfants, dont l’auteur de ces lignes. Jusqu’à sa mort, en 1981, à l’âge de 89 ans, il gardera sous son lit une vieille valise marron en carton bouilli remplie de vieux souvenirs. Parmi eux, sa croix-de-guerre et une petite liasse de feuilles jaunies où l’on peut lire, écrit au crayon noir : « Evénements survenus depuis le 21 février 1916 ».

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1. Ahmad Jamal - Children of the Night

2. Supreme Jubilees - It'll All Be Over

3. Ragnarok - Vattenpussar

4. Tom Rogerson & Brian Eno - Rest

5. Ken Nordine - 33 Grey

6. Michael Urbaniak - Ekim

7. Tim Buckley - Because of You

8. Bitchin Bajas - Angels and Demons at Play

9. Kauffman & Caboor - One More Day (You'll Fly Again)

10. Death and Vanilla - Labyrinthe

11. Broadcast - Poem of a Dead Song

12. Sathoshi & Makoto - Flour

13. Juuls Trakker - Shiver

14. Outward Journeys - Café Kaput

15. Les McCann - The Lovers

16. The Flamingos - I Only Have Eyes for You

17. Peter Davison - Winds of Space

18. Journey to the Seventh Planet

19. 18 Carat Affair - Shinobi IV

20. Chris Forsyth - Two Minutes Love