Le mort du jour

Nic Potter Scrogneugneu.

La sale nouvelle du jour : Cyril Deluermoz est décédé.

Un super mec

oh putain, merde...
(c'est vrai qu'il était malade depuis un bon bout de temps maintenant, super gars oui)

ah oui triste nouvelle ...

Je l'aimais beaucoup, sale journée.

Outch. Lourde et triste perte.

Sur Nic Potter (Mozart était son surnom) :

Peter Hammill's Journal

Memories of Mo
Posted: January 31, 2013 | Author: sofasound |
There’s really only one thing I can write about this month: the sad passing, a couple of weeks ago, of Nic Mozart.

Nic had been in the grip of the degenerative brain disease, Pick’s, for the last couple years. (Oddly, the same rare condition was the one which did for Pat Moran.) The prognosis was not good for Nic and as I understand it his condition was steadily worsening – though thankfully he was not fully aware of this himself. In the end a bout of pneumonia and following complications led to his death at the age of 61.

Nic was astonishingly young when he began playing professionally in the Misunderstood and then, of course, with VdGG. His bass playing, though, was mature, authoritative and direct from the outset.

This was all the more so when he rejoined the band in its VdG incarnation.AT&T is point he threw himself into a world of flange and distortion which, not for the last time, propelled his bass into a lead role.

The VdG period was a particularly headlong and heater-smelter one, with the playing powerfully reflecting the nature of e lives we were living. Later, the same kind of thing obtained in the K group era and it’s not mere accident that Nic should have been so deeply involved in these schemes. It goes without saying that I loved playing with him: he was ever reliable and intuitive and also capable of pulling off a surprise move.

Memories of also many moments with Nic have come back to me in the last few days, vivid and bright. Often the best communications with him were wordless and those gestures of a raised eyebrow, an affirmative thumbs up, still stick with me. However, I don’t intend to get into telling stories of Mo-ness and of my times with him, though there are many, most with some element of his wry and sometimes dry approach to the strangenesses of life, particularly on the road.

He was always in the Now, but simultaneously always looking out for what might be Next, Elsewhere. A tapping foot, a drumming finger, a quick gasp on the cigarette and he’d be out of the door before you knew it. Always, though, with deduction one could trace a line of logic back into what was driving his current search.

Dear, dear Mo.

We’d had our failings out over the years, of course. For what it’s worth, it’s a matter of some relief to me that none of these were outstanding the last time we saw each other, some time before the onset of the Pick’s.

I couldn’t be there for his funeral but at the time it was happening was able to raise a glass to him, looking out on a cloudless sky and a deep blue sea. At this moment I felt very close to his flown soul.

So adieu Nic, who coined as good a definition of touring life as I’ve ever heard: ” consuming and being consumed.” Now all the hours and times are eaten up

My final and enduring image of Nic will be not one of the nods, winks, smiles of the social life…but his eyes fixed in tense concentration, head thrust slightly forward, steady at stage left. And here come those blasted out opening bass chords of “Last Frame”.

He was often complicated, enigmatic, mysterious.

But above all Nic was ever, wonderfully, Pretty Keen

Reg Presley

Oh

Sale, sale journée

Kevin Ayers est mort
http://www.mojo4music.com/blog/2013/02/kevin_ayers_1944_-_2013.html

ptain..

r.i.p

ça doit être le 1er groupe avec lequel il a enregistré (mais je ne suis pas sûr qu'il soit sur ce titre)

snurfl

Chite, chite chite !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ça me fout les boules


et le dernier est excellent aussi

Very sorry to hear the news about Kevin Ayers. I first met him round at 48 Dalmore Road in Dulwich where the Soft Machine lived in Robert's mum's house. They rehearsed in the front room and Kevin's was the first bass guitar I ever touched. Shared several cups of tea with him and Robert whilst listening to some new and obscure music (well, at least to me) in Robert's room on the first floor looking out over the road. 1966/67 - the sun always seemed to be shining and the possibilities seemed endless. Last I heard of him was when he recorded some of his last album at Phil Manzanera's studio a few years back. A lovely man. A great English eccentric musician and songwriter. And a great loss.

Bill McCormick (sur un réseau social)

"Cold shoulders", quelle chanson immense

200% d'accord.
Ce disque c'est vraiment un truc inespéré, au sens propre.
Comme Present de VdGG, dans un autre registre..

Here's a song for 'clean machine Kevin Majorca'
He's found his own way of 'live in Majorca'
Don't walk, don't drink
Don't talk, just think
Heaven on Earth he'll get there soon

Kevin's highly unlikely to get ill
At least as long as he lies perfectly still
He eats brown rice and fish - how nice
Heaven on Earth, he'll get there soon

Good and bad go so well together in his tunes
He wrote a song and called it the weather - or not
He's Lucky or Pozzo, Estragon and Vladimir
Waiting for something that's already there
Heaven on Earth or is it the moon?

Why, why, why is he sleeping?
Why is the trumpeter weeping?
Kevin maybe asking to get back into my dreams
His voice is so weak now and the customers are screaming
Heavens above, we can't hear what you're saying

We've got something to tell you
Hold on we wanted to thrill you
Reckons it's so nice and it will make you feel better
Something in the nature of a Lullabye Letter

Kevin on Earth there'll be one
Kevin on Earth make room for one
Kevin himself he'll be in
Kevin on Earth, be here
Or you could be now
Or is he found, in Herne Bay...

Ca me fout un coup

What will you dream of tonight lady Rachel?

celle là il la chante (mars 65)

un version ska/reggae de "Clarence In Wonderland", pendant le court passage où Kevin Ayers a fait partie de Gong (1971)



et une de mes chansons préférées d'Ayers avec Soft Machine