Le concert au Gobe Lune était excellent. Merci à tout le monde d'être venu !
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Mark Harding - piano, chant
Né à Sydney, Australie, juste avant la mort de J.F.K, Mark a débuté le piano à l'âge de 5 ans et la guitare à 12 ans. Il a également appris le ballet et les claquettes. Vers 18 ans, Mark a commencé à jouer du piano dans les cafés de Sydney, dans son style entre le blues et l'atonalité. Il a fait des concerts chant et basse en solo, et il a expérimenté plusieurs instruments comme le saxophone, la trompette et la batterie. Entre ses 25 et 35 ans, Mark a été le pianiste de l'école de danse Bodenwieser. A la même période, il a joué dans plusieurs groupes, dont Cool Calm and Deceptive, Twig, Glow, Afterglow et Broken Heart Research. Depuis 5 ans, Mark habite Paris où il a pris la nationalité française. Durant cette période, il s'est d'abord concentré sur ses productions pop rock. L'une de ses compositions a été utilisée dans la série télévisée 15 Love. Fort de toutes ces expériences, il continue de développer son propre genre musical mi-pop/rock, mi-blues, mi-jazz, mi-atonal, en s'appuyant sur le piano et sa voix.
avec Sammy et François
Guitar Pop
Pop Rock Productions
Female Vocals
Older Music
Sami - sax
Après avoir étudié le violon et le piano, Sami se décide pour le saxophone à l'âge de 13 ans. Attiré par le jazz, Sami prend des cours auprès de grands jazzmen français et américains. Elève du saxophoniste Sylvain Beuf au CNR de Versailles, il se produit aujourd'hui dans les grands clubs de jazz de la capitale (Sunset, Baiser salé...).
François Sabbagh - guitare
Jeune étudiant en commerce, François a découvert la musique par la guitare qu’il pratique de manière autodidacte depuis l’âge de 14 ans. Tout d’abord amener à jouer du métal avec son groupe Nodisk (metallica, iron maiden, helloween, etc.), il fût très vite attiré par d’autres influences telles que le funk ou le jazz manouche. Aujourd’hui agé de 18 ans, il touche à de nombreux styles musicaux avec différents groupes dont ses deux principaux sont Nodisk et The Storytellers. Ses influences son large et vont de Django Reinhardt à Jimi Hendrix, en passant par les Floyd, et les musiques plus traditionnelles comme le flamenco, la musique tzigane ou la musique cubaine. Ce n’est que récemment qu’il rencontra Mark pour l’accompagner à la guitare, et ajouter un peu de couleur sur ses compositions.
François
Nodisk
The Storytellers
Freedom
A te voir pleurer mon cœur s’est arrêté yesterday Je ne pensais pas que ce serait si fort yesterday Toutes les possibilités s’offrent à moi Toutes mes sensibilités sont en émoi J’aurais bien aimé que tu viennes à moi yesterday Freedom is a two-edged sword Qui me blesse peu importe là où je tombe On a trouvé un nouvel appartement yesterday On a dégoté une bonne machine à laver yesterday J’ai seulement 27 ans Je veux essayer de rencontre quelqu’un On a évoqué des bébés, une vie à Sydney yesterday Freedom is a two-edged sword Qui me blesse peu importe là où je tombe Toujours poli, toujours souriant j'aimerai bien te revoir pour un café un de ces quatre Libre de faire n'importe quoi n'importe quand je préfèrerais rester au lit avec un roman J’ai trouvé un nouveau boulot yesterday J’ai vu ton ami, celui un peu bobo yesterday J’ai des souhaits et de l’espoir Mes parents sont partis en vacances Je t’ai entendu sur radio France yesterday Freedom is a two-edged sword Qui me blesse peu importe là où je tombe
Your Mission
Hmmm Someone to do stuff with Pick me, I'm fab Fun, funny and happy go lucky Artistic dreamer seeks inspiration Live gig lover wanted for moshpit Warm, friendly and clever Here we go, this one's for you Star Attraction Intelligent, articulate father of two seeks female with good sense of humour to share adventures and maybe more Athletically built, warm hearted and financially secure, I enjoy riding, flying and climbing The persons and events in this story are fictitious Any similarity to actual persons or events is strictly unintentional Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to love me Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to fly Frequent travel, ties to Australia, demanding lifestyle, likes to cook Loyal, dedicated, generous, AWLE - what's that? ability to withstand large explosions? I believe in doing things right and treating people with respect Hmm - I think he would be difficult Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to love me Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to fly Sensitive, compassionate and honest, I establish a deep emotional rapport My family is very important to me, especially my kids I would consider marrying again if I meet the right person - I love women, and I know I'll meet someone sometime Nobody will be harmed in the making of this motion picture Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to love me Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to fly Call the number, go on, here's the phone, call call call, bip bip bip bip bip bip ring ring, ring ring, is it ringing? ring ring, does he answer? ring ring Hello?
Dans tes bras
J'aimerais que tu m'appartiennes pour toujours et à tout jamais, mais lorsque je plonge mon regard dans le tien, ce ne sera jamais vrai. J'aimerais que tu m'appartiennes pour toujours et à tout jamais, mais si je me rends à l’évidence, je désespère. J'y vois tous tes espoirs et tous tes rêves, mais dans aucun recoin, je n'y vois de place pour moi. J'y vois ce que tu m'as pris et ce, dont tu avais besoin, j'y vois aussi l'indifférence et le mépris. Je dois te quitter parce que tu me rends fou, je dois te quitter parce que je ne me vois plus. Je dois te quitter parce que tu me rends fou, parce que je ne m'aime plus. Je ne peux plus plonger mon regard dans le tien, parce que j'y vois toutes mes faiblesses et mes défauts. Je ne peux plus plonger mon regard dans le tien, parce que j'y vois le malheur qui va m'emporter. Tu t'assieds et me regards pleurer pendant des heures sans fin, et tu ne penses même pas à me prendre dans tes bras.
Home
Water is found on Mars I look up to the stars a giant leap of confidence So I take my time to say what's on my mind add a dash of commonsense reviewing all the evidence Wish I could see that far I'm coming home to you If it's the last thing I do The world could end and I would be with you The sun shines every day a million miles away the miracle is evident I'm coming home to you If it's the last thing I do The world could end and I would be with you A solitary flight a stranger in the night a moment's innocent distraction I'm coming home to you If it's the last thing I do The world could end and I would be with you I'm coming home to you If it's the last thing I do The world could end and I would be with you with you, with you, with you, with you
Silence
The silence of your absence a tree comes tumbling down life's little mysteries Day turns into night, sometimes it's not worth the fight When the silence is louder than words When a spark becomes a flame You squeeze my hand the walls fall down There is no sound There is no sound Every time I see you I see somebody new my heart is taken Somewhere deep in the jungle the lion roars face down my demons When the silence is louder than words When a spark becomes a flame You squeeze my hand the walls fall down There is no sound There is no sound When a moment is not enough When a day lasts a year When a heartbeat explodes inside There is no sound There is no sound It's not enough
Mr Ridiculous
Mr Ridiculous lives underneath my house Plays loud classical music all day Mr Ridiculous Ridiculous people in a ridiculous society Mrs Ridiculous sits in her office all day Looks out the window at the people going by Always smiles and says hello We know she only wants a cadeau Mrs Ridiculous, Mr Ridiculous Ridiculous people in a ridiculous society Uncle ridiculous renovating his apartement Been at it for the last eight months Drilling little holes all day Uncle Ridiculous, Aunty Ridiculous Ridiculous people in a ridiculous society Mr Ridiculous lives up the street and he talks with his head and he walks with his feet And he works for the government all day long digs up the road and he puts it back down He goes to the post office stands in the queue he's not looking at me and I'm not looking at you So don't do coke and don't do grass cause if I catch you in my cell... Mr Ridiculous lives underneath my house Waves a French flag out his window on Bastille day Grunts at the neighbours all day Mr Ridiculous, Mrs Ridiculous Ridiculous people in a ridiculous society I'm Mr Ridiculous You're Mr Ridiculous We're all Mr Ridiculous He's Mr Ridiculous, She's Mr Ridiculous we're all fucking Ridiculous
Most Days
Most days when the sun streams through my window I feel happy Most days I love the flowers in my hair Most days I feel so good to be alive but sometimes, I feel blue Most days when I wake up and go to work, I sip my coffee and skim the papers I feel so good to be alive, I feel so happy to be free Most days I love the cool breeze in my hair, walk through the tunnel up the stairs smile at strangers Most days there’s a spring in my step as I walk to work, I’m so keen to get things done, I’ve got energy to burn Most days I have a heartfelt joy at everything I do, I look back on what I’ve done I look forward to what I’m gonna do, I’m so glad to be alive But sometimes, I feel blue Most days I love to hear the sound of people talking while I read a book in a café Most days I want to jump up and down with excitement, it’s laughter all around Most days I’m almost beside myself Most days I take my life in my hands But sometimes, I feel blue Sometimes, I think of you
Nothing Going On
Nothing going on, you ain’t nothing I’ve got to hand it to you, you’re really something seems whatever I do sets you jumping everywhere I go I see something reminding me of you and your dumping Always in my head, you ain’t nothing always in my bed, you ain’t nothing always on my mind, you ain’t nothing never find the time, you ain’t nothing I’m packing my bags and I’m brushing my hair I’m calling a cab and I’m taking the stairs and I think to myself as I walk through the door you’re nothing Feeling alone and I’m feeling afraid but I’m not giving in cause I’m gonna be brave you’re nothing you’re nothing Nothing going on, you ain’t nothing nothing going wrong, you ain’t nothing nothing in my head, you ain’t nothing nothing ever said, you ain’t nothing You’re nothing to me and I’m nothing to you there’s nothing to say and there’s nothing to do there’s nowhere to go and there’s nowhere to stay and I’d rather not be seeing you anyway
Knocking
I see you walking, down my street you look breathtaking, sweep me from my feet I hear you knocking, on heaven’s door you’re running late again You remind me of the one who said she loved me I see you standing, at the bus-stop, you’re not alone The light shines all around you a very subtle glow You remind me of the one who said she loved me Her skin, her hair her loneliness, her despair Her face, her smile Her need to reconcile I hear you talking, in my sleep there you go again I catch you breathing, out of sync I start your heart again You remind me of the one who said she loved me
Picture of Health
I was born all by myself My skin was glowing a picture of health A cute little baby with fingers and toes A smile for my daddy a parcel of woes A picture of health A picture of health All through those glory days No need for stealth A picture of health A picture of health Lost in pursuit of fortune and wealth Sweetness and light Sweetness and light You are my baby Come hold me tonight Sweetness and light Sweetness and light You are my baby Come hold me tonight Sun always shining Moon always bright An icon of happiness A beacon of light Caught in the crossfire of feeling and pain Withering slowly through that hurricane A picture of health A picture of health All through those glory days No need for stealth A picture of health A picture of health Lost in pursuit of fortune and wealth Sweetness and light Sweetness and light You are my baby Come hold me tonight Sweetness and light Sweetness and light You are my baby Come hold me tonight Time is so fleeting slipping away Increasing my torment with each passing day No time for reflection No feelings of hope I was so radiant, now I’ve learnt to cope Sweetness and light Sweetness and light You are my baby Come hold me tonight Sweetness and light Sweetness and light You are my baby Come hold me tonight
Creep (Radiohead)
When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather in a beautiful world I wish I was special You're so fucking special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here I don't care if it hurts I want to have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice when I'm not around You're so fucking special I wish I was special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here She's running out again She's running out She run run run Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so fucking special I wish I was special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here I don't belong here
