Manafonistas

Maurice: It is … it is noise!
 
Chris: What are you talking about, Maurice?! It’s very melodic. Indian music has it’s own very specific lyricism.
 
Maurice: It sounds like people are throwin‘ garbage cans around! It’s a lot of caterwauling. Yes, it is noise.
 
Chris: Let’s put on a show tune, huh? Carousel?
 
Maurice: I like it when you play;  when you talk on the air. I like it when you talk to people on the radio.
 
Chris: I play the records and you run the station!
 
Maurice: Play Schubert, play Sondheim, play Edith Piaf. Put something on that’s got a little something to it!
 
Chris: Hey, I’m playing what I wanna play. That’s the deal, right?
 
Maurice: No, no, no. The deal is, you play what you wanna play as long as I like it.
 
Chris: Oh, that’s the deal? Forget it!
 
Maurice: Alright then, forget it.
 
Chris: I play the records and you run the station!

 
www.theguardian.com
 
(„The Prison of Belief“)
 

Paris is never good for up-tempo-beats in summer. You get them anyway, from cars and ghettoblasters. The town is drowing (nicely) in curiosities, old bike drivers staging their bikes from the times of the Romans, huge photos of old Paris in black and white (with a unique you upfront, multicoloured clothing), les innumerables variations de savoir vivre autour du Tour Eiffel – it’s all there. And you’re just another drifter catching the fleeting beauty of the bathroom paintings of Pierre Bonnard, seeing a younger ego walking through the streets of Paris (with that Ralph McTell-London-Song in your ears, but, hell, you got your crushing desaster treatment at work a long time ago, tears shooting through the sunglasses in Rodin’s garden.) Slow, slow walking through decades. On the final day, just when the rain started, you ended up in Cafe Breizh one more time, a pure delight, when, after two, three crepes and a bottle of artisane cidre, you bought that book about the place, its history, diving into its origin at the Brittany coast. Going there. When did you realize for the first time that you’re a ghost, with good taste and broken stories to tell. Laugh out loud.