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Ce soir (jeudi 13 février) sur Europe 1, dans l'émission "Musique !" d'Emilie Mazoyer (20h-22h) Agnès Léglise racontera l'histoire du télégramme envoyé à Paul McCartney !

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4 pages sur le Band of Gypsys dans un nouveau mensuel "Vinyle & Audio" en kiosques le 22 février.



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Après le festival "Blues autour du zinc" le 26 mars, c'est le "Cognac Blues Passions" qui mettra Jimi à l'honneur le 2 juillet dans une soirée organisée par Manu Lanvin :



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Soirée hommage à Paris (Supersonic, 9 rue Biscornet) dimanche 23 février :




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Merci yazid pour ces infos. Je vais prebdre des billets pour bues passion.

Le groupe japonais MAN WITH A MISSION explique que dans un temps très ancien, c'est le Dr. Jimi Hendrix (génie de la guitare et maître biologiste des loups ) qui les a créés dans le but d'en faire une meute d’êtres supérieurs mi-humains mi-lycanthropes. Mais après avoir frayé avec les leaders les plus terrifiants (tels Genghis Khan, Attila Le Hun voire Ivan Le Terrible) et commis les pires actes, leur créateur pris de remords a décidé de réparer son erreur et les a purement et simplement congelés dans des glaciers lointains afin de les soustraire au monde et éviter qu'ils ne retombent dans le Mal. Pendant leur hibernation forcée, ils ont écouté toute sorte de musiques. Ce n'est que bien plus tard après la disparition de Jimi Hendrix, après tous les bouleversements de la planète et en particulier le réchauffement climatique que le groupe, suite à la fonte des glaces, a pu ressusciter le 9 février 2010 afin de poursuivre sa mission et émerger sur la scène japonaise.

Cette année, MAN WITH A MISSION (MWAM) fête leur dixième anniversaire.

La formation compte 5 membres, ils ont des têtes de loup et le seul qui puisse parler le langage humain est Jean-Ken Johnny (guitariste/chanteur). Le groupe a déjà fait plusieurs tournées mondiales et est très connu au Japon.

Ce 9 février à Tokyo, ils ont organisé un showcase, une conférence de presse, annoncé la sortie prochaine de 3 "Best Of" et la création de The Mission, un festival qui se déroulera cet été dans les montagnes de Naeba (où a lieu le Fuji Rock Festival).

Le groupe s'est déjà produit à quatre reprises à Paris. Une nouvelle date devrait être prochainement annoncée.



https://youtu.be/KA1O3Ce46Bc

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Ils jouent du Hendrix? Ou bien c'est juste pour nous appâter?...

upfromtheskies a écrit:

Ils jouent du Hendrix?

Pas encore à ma connaissance.

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"Le Blues autour du Zinc" (à Beauvais) proposera une soirée en hommage au guitariste pour la 25ème édition du festival.

Places à gagner :

https://www.rollingstone.fr/concours-assistez-au-festival-le-blues-autour-du-zinc/

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"Taxi Driver" est passé sur France 5. C'est un grand classique que j'ai redécouvert et je viens seulement à cette occasion de m'apercevoir qu'on y voyait deux posters de Jimi dans la chambre de l'hôtel de passe où De Niro se retrouve avec Jodie Foster.

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L'île de Wight 2020... l'idée était bonne mais avec
le Covid-19, le festival aura-t-il vraiment lieu ?  

Côté Wight 1970, il aurait été plus approprié d'annoncer "Taste"(1966-1970),
que Rory Gallagher ("Rory Gallagher Band" 1971-1995).
... just my two pennies.

Mais ne manque t'il pas l annonce du groupe Family avec roger Chapman ? L affiche n'est donc pas complète.

Ben non: Miles Davis ne sera pas là non plus. Dave Holland aurait pu faire l'affaire, il y était!

Ten Years After ? Alvin Lee est pourtant bien décédé ?

Ils ont continué avec un autre guitariste. Comme Deep Purple.

upfromtheskies a écrit:

Ils ont continué avec un autre guitariste. Comme Deep Purple.

Ok autant dire que ça n'a plus rien à voir à moins qu'il est trouvé le clone d'Alvin.

Comme on dit en Anglais, ""from the horse's mouth""

Nearly got lost…in England!

There's no doubting I was a bike nut very early on in my youth. Got the bug when I was around 13 years old to my father's great dismay. He had hopes I would go on to great things and do what the war and being an Italian emigrate prevented him to achieve, i.e. join the most prestigious engineer's school in France… That was not to be! I sort of drifted from school to school until he more or less forced me into signing 5 years into the French Air Force in 1969. To start with, it was like normal schooling if a bit more army orientated and we only had one month leave in the summer…

So, summer of 1970, 19 years old and all of August to meself. I join my brother Philippe in Biot, somewhere on the Med. coast. There's an avant-guarde music festival in a sort of natural amphitheatre on the side of a hill …There we see one of the first concerts of David Allen's Gong, a guitar renegade from the early phases of Soft Machine… The story goes he was so far out that the English customs would not let him back in Britain after a Soft Machine gig on the continent and he had to stay put in France… Weird concert if I ever saw one… The crowds were mostly Sunday rockers I suppose and not used at all to that sort of music… They booed and booed at the end of each piece - even myself would not call them songs ! David and his numerous crew would just stand there, arms crossed and unperturbed, waiting for the booing to somewhat slow down and…restart another nerve wracking piece… Anyway it came down that quite a few began to appreciate what was going on the stage or plain did recognise a brave band when they saw one! So it ended up as the band played this apocalyptic music in relative silence, while the battle between booing and ecstasy went on and on in between numbers…Great show!!! While there, I learned from my brother that Hendrix was to play at the Isle of Wight. Philippe could not go because, after Biot, he'd be off chasing some elusive girlfriend (aren't they all?) but I'll have to go.

Being only a "caporal" (one step above being the lowest of the lowest in the French army), the pay was not too good but I could just about afford a return ticket to Dover. I will have to hitch hick for the rest of the journey…Now…That was my first trip to England so my grasp of the Kent geography was not as it is now. I decide to head to Portsmouth alongside the coast line which was then terrible, all small roads, I could only catch rides for ten miles or so at a time as it seems all the traffic was local. And usually long waits in between…the dumps… Took me nearly three days but at last I'm on the Isle. It is about a week before the festival but the place is already heaving with party goers so, no chance for another hitch, it's walking time again across the Isle as the grounds are on the other side. By now I am nearly penniless, just enough left to buy a ticket, what an idiot! As Gordon will certainly know, my sense of preparation is as good now as it was then, i.e. I've got no tent, no sleeping bag, no change of clothes…It's gonna be a long week under the skies! Obviously I'm already a sad picture but still with quite short hair thanks to the army. The site was on the left side of the road, with some tracks going uphill toward the hill that overlooked the sea…. Hippies have taken over: I enter -no joking- Morrison Drive, turn left, about level with the back of the steel fenced arena, into Heroine Alley and reach the hill top and sit down in a nice summer evening, light a fag and look at the sea. Not five minutes have elapsed when a bloke comes to me…He must have recognised my hair do and the army issue cigarettes, Gauloises brand but even stronger than the regular shop item. He's French all right, and a sergeant in the French Occupation Army in Germany, older chaps will remember that period. He came on his Triumph Bonneville. We discuss motorcycles and rock music for a while and he later invites me to share his tent if not his food.

Eventually, the festival starts…Sadly for me, the sarge soon finds an English lady to ease his loneliness and I have to leave his hospitality… more nights under the moon. It's not so bad as it's party time all around the clock and one can join any number of groups tightly huddled around bonfires when the arena's music stops, usually quite early in the morning. I would not categorise meself as a hippie, always been too individualistic for that matter. In fact never managed to join for real any sort of grouping, and some of the things I witnessed or otherwise did there put an even bigger wedge against that thought if it was ever to enter me brain… Between the thieving and the looting, the lack of site facilities - I promise you, Shipley's 5 stars in comparison- no running water, no showers that I saw, toilets, I just let you imagine… 'Twas far more convenient to go for a swim in the sea -if you had somebody to look out for your clothes- and have a simultaneous wash and dump in it… Anyway, 2 or 3 days after leaving me sarge, I'm a really sorry sight, hungry as well, ready for anything in order to eat and catch on some sleep.

If there's some pleasure in it somehow, I can stand for anything and, happily, the music's OK if not genial, the bands playing quite long sets. Style wise, it's still mostly what old-timers refer as the Blues Boom, Hard Rock has not fully shown its ugly face yet, guitarists are upfront but not overindulged and lyrics are more like a filler, certainly not the main thing. A giant 3 hour set by the Who, so full of energy, makes you soon forget about what awaits you outside once it'll be finished… Sadly, the Doors are not up to that level… They're well on the way down and a black bearded Morrison's very aloof… He'll soon end up forever in Paris and it shows. Also saw what must have been the 1st concert of E.L.P. (Emerson Lake & Palmer)… There was a rumour that Hendrix might join them to then form H.E.L.P., which actually is what we needed on that dreadful night! When I saw the 2 cannons on the stage, I knew we were in for some theatricals, not music, and sadly it's still with us 30 years down the line.

But you can't watch everything… Got to find some food. The road to the nearest village is always heaving with revellers. The small supermarket has bouncers at the doors and only allows so many people in. Still, there's too many of us and not enough of them so the by now free festival extends to free food as well. On the way there one day, I bump into an acquaintance from Dijon and, hearing from my distress, he tells me to join him… Another step down into reality: it's on the back of the main stage, there's a bunch of about 30 people there and they have built a shed of some sort, about 15 feet by 15 feet. The walls being straw, 2 bales high so you can only crawl in it and stolen corrugated steel sheets form a roof… In the middle is a big fat bastard, King of his Castle. He never goes out, naked all the time, and pimp like, waiting for others to bring him food and women… The ace in his sleeve is that he's got all money and drugs, surrounded by his helpers that go out to sell it for him while he fornicates the festival away… The final nail in the hippy coffin… The only rosier note is that the festival is drawing to an end so I won't have to suffer for much longer… I still end up partnering this English 8 year old kid, more steetwise than I'll ever be; he sells the stuff while I'm supposed to look out for the patrol guards and their dogs.

And Hendrix in all that? Well, it's quite early on the Monday morning when he finally steps on the stage. My leave expired on Sunday midnight so I'm already AWOL… I was actually sleeping in the arena so missed a couple of songs. But the sound is awful, the amps catching a radio show from time to time, Jimi looks and sounds very tired, not much magic… As usual in those cases, he falls back heavily on longish blues jam mode, interrupted by long silences while Mitchell takes over with drum solos. Cox just seems not interested at all frankly and seems a bit too "square" for my taste. I put it down to tiredness and think to meself there'll be other times, little did I knew…

Anyway, as soon as he's off, I hit the road back to the ferry, shoeless by the way… I'm in a deserted Ryde in the early hours but an old chap is already fettling his front garden. He takes pity on me, offers a nice cuppa tea, a pair of shoes and a tenner with his address so I can send it back… Well I arrived back at the air base on the Wednesday. Rather than tell them I was with me girlfriend which was the standard excuse when AWOL and so avoid severe punishment, I told them -and they could plainly see from my state- where I really was so I ended up with 40 days in the nick… Not quite the usual nick, this was after all a school, but after lessons, you went to the kitchens for some potato peeling and loads of washing, then were locked up for the night in a special room. The very room I was still locked in when on the 18th, I learned about the loss of that guitar magician… Really the end of an era.

So long,

The French Owl

Hier soir je zappe au hasard. Je tombe sur Rembob'INA sur LCP , la chaine parlementaire. C'est Dim Dam Dom, je me dis peut-être il y aura le numéro avec Jimi. Gagné! C'est parti pour Hey Joe (édité, à mon avis). Bon c'est un play-back où ils ne font pas semblant sérieusement, mais esthétiquement c'est top, et quel plaisir de les voir s'éclater. C'est la couverture française d' Axis Bold as love qui bouge! Commentaire de Patrick Cohen: "C'était un play-back, mais c'était quand même Jimi Hendrix". Hé oui, mon pote!

Bonjour tout le monde.
Alors il est vrai qu'en ce moment c'est un peu incertain mais si la vie reprend son cours, je devrais présenter un concert hommage à Jimi Hendrix en Octobre 2020. Pour les cinquante ans de sa mort, ça sera un concert en quintette ou sextet ( guitare, basse, batterie of course + guitare/chant et 2 choristes) afin de tenter de jouer des titres couvrant toutes les périodes (sur maxi 2 heures il faudra viser juste!).
Cela se passera au bistrot de la scène à Dijon.

On espère juste que le confinement sera levé à temps pour que nous puissions répéter ensemble avant la date!

Il me reste encore à terminer le texte de présentation et surtout il me faut un visuel. Je pensais partir sur une photo en noir et blanc. Bref si vous avez des idées à me suggérer pour que cela soit le plus beau possible, elles seront les bienvenues! D'autant que je dois rendre tout ça à la fin du mois car le programmateur envoie ses flyers à imprimer courant Avril.

La bise à tout le monde!

Sur le compte Facebook d'Eddie Kramer :
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=2748970431837742&id=221973561204121

Un remix en 5.1 donc pour un  film

Télérama :

https://www.telerama.fr/cinema/cine-clubbing-19-jean-pierre-darroussin-et-le-manifeste-de-jimi-hendrix%2Cn6627657.php

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mandrake a écrit:

Un remis en 5.1 donc pour un  film

Le RAH ?

Mais ça peut aussi être du studio (comme ce fut le cas avec Electric Ladyland...).

"Sony Legacy est heureux de vous annoncer la sortie le 6 juin prochain de l’édition vinyle 50ème anniversaire du Band of Gypsys"

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