26 octobre 2015

Speak Low (Kurt Weill & Ogden Nash) | Nina Hoss


Phoenix (Christian Petzold, 2014).
Extrait sur Youtube ici (mais pas d’intégration possible).

Un billet sur cette version et quelques autres : Speak Low, Phoenix, Speak Low… | Notes from a Composer (Danny Ashkenasi).



Sarah Vaughan, The London House, Mercury Records, 1958.



Billie Holliday, 14/08/1956.

Didier Toupy (1949-2015)

« Didier Toupy s’éclipse, en toute discrétion » sur Cinevox.be



Travellinckx
Réalisation : Bouli Lanners • Scénario : Bouli Lanners, avec la collaboration de Jean-François Lemaire • Image : Jean-Paul Dezaetijd • Son : Stéphane Morel et Thierry Tirtiaux • Montage : Philippe Bluard et Philippe Bourgueil • Musique : Jarby Mc Coy • Producteur délégué : Jacques-Henri Bronckart • Date de sortie : 30 juin 1999.
Didier, 39 ans, hypocondriaque et dépressif, est persuadé qu’il va mourir d’un moment à l’autre. Dans l’espoir d’une réconciliation avec son père, il décide de se faire filmer à travers la Wallonie, et de lui offrir le film en guise de testament. Au cours du tournage, Marc Dutroux, l’ennemi public numéro un, s’évade…




Road Réveillon
Un film de Stefan Liberski (1998) avec Bouli Lanners, Clémentine Célarié, Anne van der Ghinst, Stefan Liberski, Frédéric Jannin et Didier Toupy (à 16 min 10).

25 octobre 2015

Nursery Rhyme of Innocence & Experience | Natalie Merchant



Saint Augustine Church, London.
Erik Della Penna (guitar), Gabriel Gordon (guitar) & Guy Fishman (cello).
Directed by Brett Sullivan.


Nursery Rhyme of Innocence & Experience
Charles Causley (1917–2003)

I had a silver penny
And an apricot tree
And I said to the sailor
On the white quay

‘Sailor O sailor
Will you bring me
If I give you my penny
And my apricot tree

‘A fez from Algeria
An Arab drum to beat
A little gilt sword
And a parakeet?’

And he smiled and he kissed me
As strong as death
And I saw his red tongue
And I felt his sweet breath

‘You may keep your penny
And your apricot tree
And I’ll bring your presents
Back from sea.’

O the ship dipped down
On the rim of the sky
And I waited while three
Long summers went by

Then one steel morning
On the white quay
I saw a grey ship
Come in from sea

Slowly she came
Across the bay
For her flashing rigging
Was shot away

All round her wake
The seabirds cried
And flew in and out
Of the hole in her side

Slowly she came
In the path of the sun
And I heard the sound
Of a distant gun

And a stranger came running
Up to me
From the deck of the ship
And he said, said he

‘O are you the boy
Who would wait on the quay
With the silver penny
And the apricot tree?

‘I’ve a plum-coloured fez
And a drum for thee
And a sword and a parakeet
From over the sea.’

‘O where is the sailor
With bold red hair?
And what is that volley
On the bright air?

‘O where are the other
Girls and boys?
And why have you brought me
Children’s toys?’