#longnon

[princeandrogyne]

this is super long so first of all sorry and second of all as always free to trash it if it sucks or you don’t really want to bother. also thinking about it now tumblr might nuke this because the word count is very wordy so also if shit glitches out lmk I’ll try my best to repair any misunderstanding or egregious typo. but of course no response necessary even though I love open dialogue I obviously understand I wrote a whole fucking essay here and sometimes that’s just like. very overwhelming. no rush and no pressure forever and always. I know the possibility of people hearing me out is always lessened with the increase of yapping I do. I don’t blame anyone for that.

wanted to start this off by saying I have no grand delusions of saving anyone. I am already highly doubtful what I say really does anything to people I know in real life because I know people are resistant to hear things they already discarded, so of course it’s not like I expect this deluge of words on a screen to mean much to anyone, let alone you. but maybe I’d still regret it if I just turned away. ah, who am I kidding? I regret everything I do, even the small details and meaningless actions I take. I regret every word I say, usually. I suppose I am lucky in a sense that the powers that be pumped me with the anxiety chemical more so than the depression one. I’ve never really been in your place before, but I can understand it. I’ve definitely thought about killing myself, but it’s always ironically been tampered by the very thing that causes me to spiral. anxiety is a survival mechanism after all, and the fear of regretting my choice, of everything changing for the better the instant I give up always pulls me back. the one good thing about anxiety is it gives you a fear of death even when the rest of you doesn’t.

sorry for talking about myself (yet again) for so long. I’m getting to the point. basically, I’m sorry you’re going through this and you should know there are people, so many people who care about you. they want to see you alive. active. they want to hear your words or see your art or just see what kind of person you’ll grow into. hell, I barely know who you are and am communicating with you through an anonymous message on tumblr yet I care an honestly greater amount for you than people I’ve known in real life (granted a lot of the time those people were sort of shitty but I digress. I don’t think you’re a bad person. the opposite, in fact) the absurdity of this communication (and how very gen z of us) still hasn’t made me care less. I again, being a bunch of words on a screen, don’t know you very well, but I think you really don’t deserve to be in this position. you don’t deserve to be pushed into hopelessness, nobody does, but it makes me genuinely kind of angry that young, talented, well-spoken, interesting people end up feeling like this, just because of the realities of who you are, the things that make you interesting and clever but different brutally colliding with the deeply shitty world and country we live in.

but I can also understand how nice platitudes don’t mean much. being dead is kind of the worlds best excuse to stop caring about what others think, even if they think well of you. and people, it’s always hard to really be convinced they actually care, or if they’re trying to simply protect themselves from feeling bad in the future. I still can’t read people. I rarely trust people. I get that. I guess if you don’t trust people, trust that change is inevitable, and maybe it’ll just take time (as all things do) to see the changes. you mentioned half of the reasons you had to keep living were gone. what if more reasons arise? actually, not what if, more reasons WILL arise. it’s the nature of nature. inertia is antithetical to existence. Is this valuable advice? I don’t know. I have more words I could put here but I’m not a therapist or a writer even and I don’t want to be misunderstood if I do try and give direct actual advice. I guess I still know my limitations confined to this hyperspecific and imperfect mode of communication…I don’t know. allow me to just simply join a chorus of support, of hope and of getting as close to something we could call genuinely as possible.

I know I said I wasn’t coming into this with delusions of grandeur, but by god I wish I could express something so beautiful to convince someone to keep living. how egotistical of me, really. yet this isn’t really that, and I’m sorry I can’t do that. as I finish writing this I’m even kind of confused why I’ve spent so long on a piece of writing that’s probably shit and probably more of an annoyance than anything. forgive me for the dramatics but something deeper than logic compels me to try speaking here. is this what a parasocial relationship is. is this what the internet was made for? maybe I’m a hopeless fool who thinks there’s more that life can offer for people like me or you. maybe I can’t help trying to preserve something I feel is valuable.

I hope you don’t kill yourself. I feel like you have more to say. I hope the people around you can reinforce that, I hope they don’t stop giving you reasons to live. the world has more to give you. I have more to say.

Please never be sorry for talking to me. In fact stop apologizing for it altogether. 

I have anxiety as well, but its drowned out by disdain for life and being alive. I used to be very scared of heights, and roads, and dead things, and i didn’t go outside very much because i was terrified of even scraping my knees. And now i don’t care. If i hurt or die then peace is upon me. The only thing that really gives me anxiety now is staying alive.

I like that you talk about yourself. I am getting to know you. However i think you are a bit strange. That anyone could find myself “talented, well-spoken, interesting, or clever” is… Disheartening. There are much better people than me to attribute these to, i hope you get to meet them. And i dont think you should be sorry that I am going through anything. It’s not your fault. Im certain I was built to experience bad things until I die. 

My inertia declines with every passing day. I am mentally very slow. My brain has had palpable degradation of function for quite some time. I also am becoming emotionally less … careful, and physically i am doing probably worse than ever. I am so slow. I don’t think i want more reasons to live in the first place. I don’t want to be kept here anymore. 

It’s ok that you cannot find anything to convince me. Many people have tried. I’m a bit of a lost cause. You’re not egotistical. You’re just trying to be a good person and do what you’re supposed to do. I think you should stop seeing anything I write as valuable though, if anything I’m taking up your time and energy. There is certainly more to life I think that can be offered to you, you have proven yourself kind and thoughtful. I don’t think that I am anything like you though.

We’ll see what happens. I don't think anything i have to say is necessary or hasn’t already been said.

[npdzane]

Pov ur a formling and this is the last thing you see before ur entire village is frozen over by a man and his husband

[jazzplusplus]

Sidney Bechet avec Michel Attenoux et son orchestre Concert à Bruxelles au Palais des Beaux-Arts, le 7 mars 1954

Sidney Bechet (ss), Michel Attenoux (ss), Guy Longnon (tp), Raymond Fonsèque (tb), Gérard Badini (cl), André Persiani (p), Buddy Banks (b), Jacques David (dr)

[ardenrosegarden]

After the death of Alan III, Bertha remarried almost immediately to Hugh II, Count of Maine. Widowed again, she returned to Brittany to the side of her son Conan, who then ruled that province; but she had not forgotten her native country, and she retained a particular cult for the church of Notre-Dame de Chartres. So, when Conan died (December 11, 1066), she wanted to make this church a special foundation for her beloved son: we have proof of this in the Obituary of the Cathedral of Chartres: “IIII id. Dec., obiit Conanus, Britannorum comes, pro cujus anima Berta, comitissa, mater ejus, altare hujus ecclesie decoro exornavit cyborio'.”

-Lucien Merlet, Une Colonie de Bretons a Chartres

[archivist-dragonfly]

Book 372

The Très Riches Heures of Jean, Duke of Berry

Text by Jean Longnon

George Braziller 1969

Created primarily by the Limbourg Brothers—Herman, Paul, and Johan—between c. 1412-1416, the Très Riches Heures is, according to the marketing copy printed on the slipcase, “One of the Miracles of Art History”. While “miracle” might be a touch hyperbolic, the sentiment is clear and true. With a total of 206 pages, including 131 dazzling large and small miniatures, and at a surprisingly large size for a book of hours (30 cm x 21.5 cm), it is certainly one of the great achievements of Western art. Reproduced from the original held by the Musée Condé in Chantilly, France, this book is an impressive package. With its printed slipcase, full cloth binding, and full-size reproductions, it is a worthy treatment of a truly wondrous work. Perhaps it is a miracle, after all.

[manuscripts-dontburn]

The Heroines

Author: Laura Shepperson

First published: 2023

Rating: ★☆☆☆☆

Somebody else said this felt more like a fanfiction rather than a serious literary retelling and I have to agree, while I also add this particular fanfiction was super sub-par and messy. There is a plethora of characters who all sound exactly the same. ALL the men are awful. ALL the women are abused EVERY night by ALL these men. And ALL the characters are absolutely unbelievable within the context of the myth. These are yet again, 20th-century people. Furthermore, I was bothered by the usage of expressions like "madam", "land ahoy" and "ex-husband" in what is supposed to be an ancient Greek myth. And the Viking culture, from one of the minor characters, is supposed to come..... did not exist at the same time as the Ancient Athens. So bad.

The Pearl: A True Tale of Forbidden Love in Catherine the Great's Russia

Author: Douglas Smith

First published: 2008

Rating: ★★★★☆

There are very few books in English that focus on Russian nobility (while there are plenty on the tsars). Douglas Smith wrote Former People: The Final Days of the Russian Aristocracy in which he showed how that nobility was systematically wiped out after 1917, however in The Pearl he plunges right into what was probably the most spectacular time for that same privileged class. The unusual story of a nobleman and a serf getting married serves the narrative as a sort of Ariadne´s yarn, as the book provides quite a detailed and fascinating description of the phenomenon that was the serf-theater. The author does not paint the affair as a romantic fairytale, acknowledging facts like Praskovia being figuratively her lover´s property, the age difference (which, back then, was not really seen as an issue), and the power dynamics. I found the subject very interesting and the writing clear and infused with enough poetry of language not to be dry and academic.

Matilda

Author: Mary Shelley

First published: 1959

Rating: ★★★★★

In spite of the lack of action and being very, very wordy indeed, this book held me completely captive thanks to the beautiful language and especially the psychological depth. This ladies and gentlemen, would be a stunning candidate for a re-telling in a proper novel form.

The Fair Botanists

Author: Sara Sheridan

First published: 2021

Rating: ★★★☆☆

The greatest enjoyment I had from this book was walking the Edinburgh streets in my mind because I had visited the city last year and fell in love with it. However, even though the writing is very good, the storyline failed to capture my attention and seemed, indeed, rather boring.

The Tres Riches Heures of Jean, Duke of Berry

Author: Jean Longnon, Raymond Cazelles

First published: 1440

Rating: ★★★★★

Stunning presentation of a remarkable book. Besides beautifully drawn biblical stories some of the plates show life in medieval times, almost like a time capsule.

House of the Spirits

Author: Isabel Allende

First published: 1982

Rating: ★★★★☆

If I should compare this book to something, it would be to a lovechild of Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman and books by Vaddey Rattner (though the pain in the latter´s books is inflicted by the exact opposite side than the one in this). While Isabel Allende´s style is not exactly to my taste, the family saga she wove in this book is fantastic from beginning to end, with its weird, unique, and, yes, even downright awful people. However, the sexual musings of the men were uncomfortable and unnecessary.

The Agency for Scandal

Author: Laura Wood

First published: 2023

Rating: ★★★☆☆

This is a great book when you just want something sweet and to relax. Full of tropes (including there was only one bed), and a little basic when it comes to the plot (the idea of a Victorian secret society of undercover lady agents made me want much more than what was delivered), but charming in the way it is uncomplicated.

Stalin: The Court of the Red Tsar

Author: Simon Sebag Montefiore

First published: 2003

Rating: ★★★★☆

Very impressive biography of a terrible person. I have not read much on Stalin (though I have researched the lives of ordinary people of Russia under his regime) so I have little to compare this to in terms of accuracy. However, the author, as always, never fails to present everything as the golden truth - including the mental aerobics of maniacs. Perhaps some skepticism and doubt would suit his over-confident narrative.

A Gathering of Shadows

Author: V.E. Schwab

First published: 2016

Rating: ★★☆☆☆

This felt as long as a 30-year war. The first 300 pages are a painfully slow set-up, that is actually so elaborate (and full of passages that just did not need to exist, because they were extremely repetitive) that when something actually does happen near the very end, there is no surprise or twist at all. I mightily disliked most of the main characters (Lila is insufferable) and the villains had the actual best motivation out of everybody. Also, I felt that considering that the whole book kept talking about the Elemental Games, the games themselves had very little to do with the actual plot and left no impact whatsoever. I need to think on whether I even want to read the third book - but knowing myself I probably will, because I am a completionist.

Divine Rivals

Author: Rebecca Ross

First published: 2023

Rating: ★★★★☆

If you loved Lovely War, you will love this one. The romance is impossibly sweet and well-paced, and by the end of the book, you feel that the happiness or tragedy of your two protagonists is really your personal business. I loved the medium of letters and found the atmosphere of war slowly but surely marching on to you believable and realistic. I really, really liked this - and was bummed out to realize this is not a stand-alone! I want the second book now, please!

[pazaryerigundem]

Caz'ın enerjisi Ankara'yı saracak

https://pazaryerigundem.com/haber/190310/cazin-enerjisi-ankarayi-saracak/

Caz'ın enerjisi Ankara'yı saracak

Cazseverlerin geleneksel buluşması Uluslararası Ankara Caz Festivali başlıyor.

ANKARA (İGFA) –  “Caz Enerjisi” temasıyla bu yıl 28’incisi düzenlenecek olan festival 20 Kasım’da müzikseverlerle buluşacak. 

Birbirinden özel konserler, söyleşiler ve ücretsiz sergi ve eğitim etkinlikleriyle Başkentlilere sanatla dolu 10 gün yaşatacak müzik şöleni uluslararası caz tutkunlarını da ağırlayacak. 

Kültür ve Turizm Bakanlığının desteğiyle Caz Derneği tarafından düzenlenen festival başkentin birçok mekânında cazseverlerle buluşacak. 

Uluslararası çok sayıda sanatçının sanatseverlerle buluşacağı festival 30 Kasım’da sona erecek.

Uluslararası Ankara Caz Festivali’nin programına www.cazdernegi.org adresinden ulaşılabiliyor. 

Festival Programı

20 Kasım 2024– Ankara HiltonSA

19.00 – Açılış Töreni

20.30– Kerem Görsev Trio

21 Kasım 2024– ODTÜ Mimarlık Amfisi

19.00– ODTÜ Caz Topluluğu | Mama’s Big Band

22 Kasım 2024– Türk Amerikan Derneği

19.30– Aykut Uslutekin Fotoğraf Sergisi | Melih Özbek ile Caz Fotografları Söyleşisi 

20.30– Bora Çeliker Trio

23 Kasım 2024– Samm’s Bistro

20.30– Hakan Başar Trio

24 Kasım 2024– Last Penny Büklüm

20.30– AVA Trio

25 Kasım 2024– Ankara Özel Tevfik Fikret Okulları

20.30– Tevfik Fikret Okulları Hafif Müzik ve Caz Orkestrası | Jean-Loup Longnon

26 Kasım 2024– Hacettepe Üniversitesi

15.30– Masterclass | Sibel Köse ile Caz Vokal

18.00 – Hacettepe Akademik Caz Trio | Burcu Say

27 Kasım 2024– CP Ankara Hotel

20.30– Sibel Köse, Paweł Kaczmarczyk, Wojciech Pulcyn, Sebastian Frankiewicz | Janusz Szprot Anma Konseri

28 Kasım 2024– Ankara Müzik ve Güzel Sanatlar Üniversitesi

14.00– Caz Atölyesi | Jarrah Dhyan – Modern Jazz Composition Techniques

15.00- MGÜ Öğrenci Grubu “Melis&Echo” Dinletisi

28 Kasım 2024– Last Penny Büklüm

20.30 – Skyline Sun

29 Kasım 2024– Altınel Ankara Hotel & Convention Center

20.30 – Funky Storm feat. Zeynep Sazak | Synthesis

30 Kasım 2024– Samm’s Bistro

20.30– Rustam Rahmedov Trio feat. Meriç Çalışan | The Beatles Meets Jazz

BU Haber İGF HABER AJANSI tarafından servis edilmiştir.

[444namesplus]

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[illustratus]

Map of Charlemagne's empire after the partition of 806

Marca Hispanica, a military buffer zone beyond the former province of Septimania, established by Charlemagne in 795 as a defensive barrier between the Umayyad Moors of Al-Andalus & the Frankish Carolingian Empire

[watsername]

I HUST SOENT SO LONGNON MY JAIKS AND I FUXKED SMUDGED OME .

GETTINF THE FUCKINF DRINKS

[princeandrogyne]

hey hello it’s your high-word-count friend here. really really appreciated your response, it has been recieved! i'm pretty terrible at responding to responses for some reason. I think I just think too much about words and thoughts and the pressure to decently communicate an appropriate reaction, it's easier to throw word vomit at the screen at a late night whim to an online stranger than to actually properly acknowledge a really thoughtful and well written and kind response to said word vomit. it was a really lovely response. i didn't know if it'd be worth it to be so weirdly raw as an anonymous presence in a tumblr inbox but I gotta say, it was nice to be seen. I think it was worth it. thank you.

I was gonna write a big longer thing but it might need more work-shopping so I perhaps will come back soon. tangentially related I wanted to indulge in some unstructured pondering about dog metaphors to say: that domesticated dog thing you said at some point on your blog....yeahh. it's very relatable... I once met a shaky little shitzu and I realized I was just like it. would never be equipped to live in the reality of the wild, yet still scared of the world in my enclosure. needing care, being far too attached to the people who feed me, yet always wanting to bite. being yelled at but not really learning much from it other than the fact I don't want to be yelled at again. I end up doing everything to make people happy (or at least not mad at me) I listen to instructions and jump through every hoop they put there just because what else do I have, really? I always want to bite but I never do, maybe I know that evolutionarily my teeth have dulled. I guess I wouldn't be such a terrible dog. not a great human though.

I used to have a dog. she'd always bark and snap if my parents or anyone got near me. I'm not big on touch, especially from my parents, so it was kind of nice to have a personal guard dog at times, looking out for me. I didn't think she really liked me. she'd snap if I got close to her sometimes, and often just straight up ignored me. so I never got why she was so territorial over me in those instances. but I appreciated it.

ok thanks for reading, I'll probably come visit more time to time, but absolutely no pressure to ever respond, or hell, even read these only somewhat sensical messages. against all my better judgement I do think you're a cool person and also yeah your blog sparks some kind of light in me that actually inspires me to speak whatever part of my mind that I usually try and suppress in order to fulfill my supposed function as a "well-adjusted member of society" so that's perhaps why I'm here, and maybe why I'll stick around? and if I ever overstep please take the executive order to like. tumblr kill me or something and delete such asks. that probably shouldn't happen since clearly I'm a weird anxious and antsy person who cares so much about boundaries as to write disclaimers on a fully anonymous message but uhh. what was I saying. this is probably a good time to cut it off holy shit I ramble like I have nowhere to be (which I really don't haha) may the universe send you good fortune and the energy to keep going! peace and love and thanks again!

Hello! I am naming you longnon, if you ever want to take a look at your asks it should be under that!

This response may be a bit shorter because I'm quite exhausted. I love responding to people. I love talking and communicating and learning and making connections. You are a gift to me. I hope you do visit me again, however often you want, with anything you'd like to say. I think it's funny that I demonstrate parts of people that they usually want to suppress. And a little sad, but I think it's accurate to the situation.

I think your dog loved you even though she didn't like you.

[belfaqyrf]

8 Outrageous Real-Life Beast Hitchhikers

You may have paid a hefty chow for your holiday trip, but occasionally there are “ passengers” who haven’t paid at all.

Beast hitchhikers can be a problem no matter how your trip. Ranging from curious neighborhood faves to dangerous herbivores, then are eight outrageous real-life beast hitchhikers! . On a Qatar Airlines flight from Bangkok to Doha in March, Londoner Jake Buckingham took a videotape of a small raspberry that had been hiding in an overhead caddy for the utmost of the flight but escaped into the cabin, flying around the airplane while it was traveling at bases.

In May, an Air Canada flight was completely boarded when Vancouver baggage instructors discovered a raccoon in the weight hold. Only seven hours latterly the “ all clear” was given for departure as the raccoon had escaped across the runway. In 2012, a Jack Russell terrier named Patch jumped on an Irish Rail train to Dublin from his home in County Kildare. Irish Rail twittered a “ Lost Dog!” communication with his print that garnered over 500 retweets within the hour. Miraculously, his proprietor saw the communication and was reunited with her cherished doggy. Patch’s hour on the train wasn’t so bad, as reports say he spent his trip being patted by adoring passengers.

Passengers were less thrilled to discover a bottom-longnon-venomous rat snake riding on a pellet train in Japan in 2016. One passenger discovered the snake when he went to use the armrest only to find the snake wrapped around it. The train made an unscheduled stop as soon as it could and shaken passengers exited their auto allowing the train’s staff to remove it. In 2015, an 80-pound black bear stowed down in a dumpster that was picked up by a scrap truck near Hume Lake, California, and was driven to Fresno! . “ When I ditched the vessel, I saw all the workers running. I saw Cinnamon (the bear) running across the parking lot,” the truck motorist said. Cinnamon was safely captured and returned to the timber by the Fresno Police and California Department of Fish and Wildlife authorities. In March, a bobcat was discovered running on the sundeck of a riverboat in Pittsburgh! . No one knows how the bobcat ended up on the boat, or indeed how it ended up in Pittsburgh, as no bobcats had been captured within the megacity in times. Animal Care and Control officers safely captured the bobcat unharmed and delivered it to the Penn Hills Animal Rescue Wildlife Center. In January, a pet rose-breasted cockatoo named Harri escaped from his proprietor’s home in Brisbane, Australia, and was discovered on a voyaging boat four days into its trip to New Zealand.

The voyage boat gave Harri his cabin. Luckily, his proprietor had microchipped him and was notified of Harri’s peregrination. Harri had all his health checks and was let back in Australia on the boat’s return to Brisbane. In April, a British sightseer was scarified to discover a poisonous hitcher when he returned home from a trip to Africa.

When he unloaded his wallet, a four-inch scorpion known as a “ gravel thick- tail” fell out. The species is known to have a sting that, although not fatal, feels like an electric shock.

Luckily, the rubberneck was suitable to trap the scorpion in a glass vessel and the scorpion waste-homed at an installation that cares for fantastic beast species.

Remember to check your things before you travel! You noway know what creature might have stowed down!

[merzbow-derek]

POST-SCRIPTUM 933

AGITATION FRITE 3

Agitation Frite 1 et 2, Témoignages de l’underground français sont donc sortis chez Lenka lente. Un troisième volume est en préparation, fait d’interviews pour moitié, mais aussi de textes cette fois, dont un TOP 500 commenté des meilleures productions en la matière. On en trouvera ici des extraits, régulièrement. Par exemple, GÉRARD SIRACUSA, ANDRÉ JAUME, DAVID RUEFF.

André Jaume, Jean-Marc Montera, David Rueff, Lionel Dublanchet, Gérard Siracusa : comment vous rencontrez-vous ? Pourquoi avoir fondé le GRIM ?

Gérard Siracusa : Jeune ado, j’ai tout d’abord rencontré Hervé Bourde et André Jaume, deux musiciens marseillais qui pouvaient me faire rêver, et chez qui j’entendais des accents « coltraniens » doublés d’une ouverture vers un devenir de la musique. Il faut savoir que j’ai été très tôt féru de musiques nouvelles et ouvert à toutes les musiques – classique et contemporaine, jazz et free jazz, improvisation libre et musiques traditionnelles extra-européennes (j’avais déjà un peu lâché la pop et le rock). En 1974, alors que j’avais 16 ans, je donne mon premier concert en tant que batteur du groupe Goah d’Hervé Bourde. Celui-ci récolte un article élogieux dans Jazz Magazine, et André Jaume m’ouvre la voie à dix années de formidables collaborations (de Nommo aux deux octettes avec Joe McPhee et al.). Michel Palmi, pour l’occasion bassiste électrique de Goah, me happe dans Blaguebolle, troupe de clowns musiciens, pour une aventure de créations collectives et de tournées qui durera quatre années, jusqu’à la création du GRIM. Était alors également présent dans Goah, aux percussions (congas et balafon), mon grand ami Christian Tarting, avec qui je partage l’espace du rêve musical, entre explorations et rencontres communes (notamment celle de Barre Phillips, déjà présent dans le sud de la France).

Avec Christian et mon frère aîné, nous nous irriguons de la totalité de la musique autant que faire se peut dans un Marseille provincial où peu de concerts ont lieu, et nous passons des heures et des heures chez les disquaires ou à refaire le monde. Peu de concerts alors vus à Marseille, néanmoins fondateurs pour moi : Soft Machine avec Robert Wyatt encore en capacité de jouer la batterie (et chantant déjà un « Moon In June » historique) ; l’Art Ensemble Of Chicago, pour leur première tournée européenne (public abasourdi et standing ovation après plusieurs secondes de silence suspendu) ; le grand orchestre de Sun Ra avec cracheur de feu. Plus quelques concerts organisés au Théâtre Toursky par Jazz Action Marseille pendant sa courte durée de vie.

Un grand appétit, une jeunesse dévorante, un sentiment de grand manque à Marseille et d’urgence à créer, voilà ce qui m’a amené à penser, avec André et Christian, à monter une structure qui s’emploie à combler ces manques : lieu de créations entre musiciens d’expression improvisée, innovante, qui donne à entendre à Marseille des musiques peu ou pas représentées (voir la programmation des premières années du GRIM). En s’appuyant aussi sur l’expérience de la structure théâtrale acquise à Blaguebolle, dans lequel j’ai entrainé André au bout d’un an ; et sur l’expérience artistique de notre duo, Nommo, avec lequel nous avions déjà fait une série de concerts avec Raymond Boni en invité au Mini-Théâtre de Marseille, puis un disque, Dans le caprice amer des sables, pour le label Palm…  

Nous étions convaincus que pour aller plus loin dans la proposition des musiques improvisées et de création, il nous fallait nous regrouper, créer une synergie et une structure, avoir un local, une place dans la ville, et pourquoi pas une aide institutionnelle, notre projet remplissant une case vide dans le panorama marseillais. Alors nous sommes partis en 1978 à la recherche de musiciens susceptibles d’être des partenaires de création. Et nous avons trouvé Jean-Marc, à l’époque guitariste du groupe Eau Noire, plutôt rock expérimental – il nous a semblé déjà très ouvert sur bien d’autres choses et plein de possibilités. Et le duo de saxophones de David et Lionel, que pour ma part j’avais entendu en concert dans les locaux du tout récent GMEM, au 44 rue des Dominicaines, dans l’immeuble même où nous obtiendrons les premiers locaux du GRIM, et dans lequel j’avais perçu des accents « braxtoniens » qui me semblaient en adéquation avec le projet.

Une troisième dimension s’est très vite imposée dans notre réflexion : la sensibilisation et  l’enseignement que nous avons installés dès la première année d’existence du GRIM. Et, grand bonheur, Guy Longnon, professeur de la classe de jazz du Conservatoire de Marseille (première classe de jazz de France en Conservatoire, grâce à Pierre Barbizet), était prêt à s’associer à l’aventure en donnant quelques heures de cours, à devenir le Président de l’association, à jouer la figure de respectabilité et de caution aux côtés de notre bande de doux dingues rêveurs, à nous soutenir pour une curiosité, une intuition et une ouverture d’esprit qui n’ont jamais cessé de m’épater.

C’est moi qui ai trouvé et proposé le nom de GRIM, et, partant en 1978 à la recherche de toutes les forces vives prêtes à s’associer au projet, nous nous trouvons en décembre, date officielle de la création du GRIM, avec les musiciens précités, ainsi que Régine Bidault (pour la promotion et l’administration), Jacqueline Ripart (pianiste) et Christian Tarting.

André Jaume : En 1978, je ne voulais plus jouer de la musique alimentaire, plutôt me consacrer à la musique créative, ce que j’ai effectivement fait avec le batteur Gérard Siracusa dans Blaguebolle. C’est alors que j’ai rencontré Jean-Marc avec qui j’ai pensé monter une association, afin de se regrouper et d’être plus fort, à la manière de l’AACM de Chicago. Nous ne voulions pas que le mot « jazz » apparaisse, du coup nous avons opté pour l’acronyme GRIM, qui rappelle le GMEM dont Jean-Marc, Gérard et moi étions proches, par le biais de Michel Redolfi, Jacques Diennet et Lucien Bertolina.

Nous voulions principalement pouvoir jouer, progresser, inviter des musiciens extérieurs à la ville, faire des concerts, créer un public ouvert à des musiques peu présentes à Marseille. Antoine Bourseiller avait ouvert la voie en invitant Barre Phillips, Anthony Braxton, Sun Ra, Soft Machine. Il nous fallait aussi avoir un local pour nous réunir et répéter.

David Rueff : Il me semble avoir d’abord rencontré Jean-Marc, qui m’avait invité dans un groupe de free jazz, Eau Noire. Aucun de nous ne savait trop jouer, mais pour la musique que nous pratiquions, ça n’était pas d’une importance capitale. En même temps j’étais au conservatoire, en saxophone. J’y étais entré pour suivre la voie de Michel Portal, Prix du Conservatoire de Paris. Malheureusement, cette classe était catastrophique – un prof bassoniste à l’opéra, pratiquant le saxophone à temps perdu et totalement ignare de sa technique de base… On y travaillait les doigts, mais rien de ce qui constitue les fondements de la musique, comme le son et le rythme. Sans parler d’un répertoire oscillant entre le pompier et le super pompier. J’étais quand même fier d’être au Conservatoire ! Il m’a toutefois fallu aller voir ailleurs pour en connaître un peu plus. J’y ai quand même rencontré un autre saxophoniste, lui aussi à la recherche d’autre chose, Lionel Dublanchet. On s’est mis à jouer ensemble à longueur de journée, on composait ensemble, on improvisait, on buvait des cafés au Garibaldi et on cherchait des filles. On a monté un duo : Oligophone. Petit à petit, on a bénéficié d’une petite renommée sur Marseille et sa proche banlieue. On écoutait tout : Bach, Stockhausen, Sun Ra, Eric Dolphy, King Crimson, Colette Magny, Brahms, Duke Ellington – tout ! À Marseille, les musiciens à la mode, c’était Hervé Bourde, André Jaume, Gérard Siracusa, les frères Palmi… Le monde était petit..., ..., ...

( André Jaume, par là )

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Author: LONGNON, Auguste.

Volume: 01

Page: 261

Year: 1878

Place: Paris

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