France - Full Moon 49 - 10/13/00
I identify each summer by the records I was listening to at the time: summer +
records = memory. Last year it was the Sam Prekop. Airy and spyro-gyratic, it was
as refreshing as a lawn sprinkler. And I love the smell of wet grass.
At the Mill Pond all those years ago, bikes dropped in the sand, I remember
Brandy and Lean On Me on the radio at the lifeguard's stand. To this
day, everytime I hear Bill Withers, I can still smell the suntan lotion.
Then that one summer in college, when all we listened to was Two-Tone? Concrete
Mirror in the Bathroom. Barefoot in the front yard dancing. Mayflies and june
bugs and all. Summertime. Music sounds different when the days are longer. Warmer.
But this year I was still waiting...
Why didn't anybody tell me? Here it is almost Halloween and the record that should
have been blowing out while my curtains were blowing in I have to stumble upon like
rollerskates in the stairway.
Well the French have done it again. First it was Source Lab and Daft Punk. Then Ettienne
De Crecy and that Kid Loco. And what a summer it was (97?) that I paid $10 for Stardust's
Music Sounds Better With You one-sided 12" and played it incessantly. Always and
over. There's nothing like French House music. French House is a happy House. It is
rubberry, elasticky, Syrupy, smiley, Squishy and bouncy. It makes me want to wear wide
pants and a Gilligan hat. And dance dance dance...
I hear something. Look here...comes charging.... Rinocerose.. and their Installation
Sonore... they are "la guitaristic house organisation"! Yes, that's right. It has riffs
1,2,3 (!) guitares. Four if you count basse. No horns. But lots of flutes and delicious
"Quel d'esastre? Mais non!!" It is, after all, still, so French. More Brigitte Bardot
than Catherine Deneuve. More Tour de France than Cirque de Soleil. And more deep fun than
you can imagine...
Back here the windows are open, and if you see someone out back dancing twirling head
back and arms stretched laughing, that would be me. Luckily, I live in San Francisco where
the summers can last until November. So throw your shoes over by the tree and let your hair
down. We've got a lot of catching up to do.
(This album was released in France early last year, see our archive what Patrick
wrote - editor's note)
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