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SoirĂ©e rock Ă lâIFM vendredi 10 mars 2017 : confĂ©rences + du son et des images. EntrĂ©e libre sur inscription ([email protected]).
Au programme :
Au cours de la soirée, des illustrations musicales seront délivrées en "live" par Gilles Coronado (guitare solo). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KygmyrXbiik
19h à 19h45 Brice Partouche, créateur de la marque April 77 et expert pointu de musique rock, parlera des relations entre mode et rock (conversation avec Jeff Gaudinet, graphiste).
20h Ă 20h45 L'extraordinaire histoire de Roger Rossmeisl, « stradivarius » du rock, sera racontĂ©e par Luc Quelin, qui rĂ©alise en ce moment-mĂȘme un film sur lui. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roger_Rossmeisl A propos de Roger Rossmeisl : des Beatles aux Who, de GĂ©nĂ©sis Ă Clash, ses guitares et ses basses ont fait la lĂ©gende du rock. Et pourtant ce crĂ©ateur de gĂ©nie est mort dans la misĂšre et lâanonymat⊠Allemand Ă©migrĂ© aux US en 1953, il mĂ©riterait dâĂȘtre aussi cĂ©lĂšbre que Stradivarius. Berlin, Chicago, New York, lâaprĂšs-guerre, lâAllemagne en ruines, New York, la passion de la lutherie, la rĂ©volution rock des 60âsâŠ
21h à 21h45 Frank Zappa, par Gero von Randow, ancien correspondant de Die Zeit à Paris, passionné de rock et de Zappa en particulier.
22h Ă 22h45 Dominic Lamblin, producteur historique et ami des Rolling Stones, viendra parler de ses souvenirs personnels de Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Ron Wood, Charlie Watts et mĂȘme Brian Jones. Dominic Lamblin a traversĂ© en tant que producteur (notamment Ă la Warner) plusieurs dĂ©cennies du rock et de pop auprĂšs d'artistes comme Led Zeppelin, Donna Summer, Michel Berger, VĂ©ronique Sanson, Neil Young, Rod Stewart et surtout les Rolling Stones. Il vient de publier chez Larousse Satisfaction - Comment j'ai survĂ©cu 40 ans aux cĂŽtĂ©s des Rolling Stones (octobre 2016), un ouvrage co-Ă©crit avec François SalaĂŒn. http://www.editions-larousse.fr/satisfaction-comment-jai-survecu-40-ans-aux-cotes-des-rolling-stones-9782035931344
Photo : Paul Simonon en train de démolir sa basse au Palladium de New York, septembre 1979 (photo : Pennie Smith).
no rest for the weary || the lake, early morning
Galvin did the same thing every morning. Rain or shine, in season or out, he woke up with the sun and ran around the lake. He prided himself on his discipline, on his ability to commit to something a stick with it. This was just one of the many ways he proved that discipline.Â
If he was completely honest with himself, Ravenclaw getting knocked out of the running for a championship didnât matter much to him. Sure, it sucked to lose, but it didnât change anything for him in terms of practice or commitment to the game. He knew heâd played well, even if there was room for improvement, and just because their season was over didnât mean that he was throwing in the towel for his own athletic development. Ignoring the part of himself that told him he was training for the pro leagues, he continued to wake up and push himself to train better, faster, harder. Old habits died hard, he told himself.Â
So that Monday after the Slug Club dinner, right as the sun was coming up, he found himself alone by the Black Lake, chasing the shadows away and working up a sweat to get the day going. He had nearly finished his second lap when he saw a figure in the distance. Slowing down to a jog, he climbed the embankment up to where they were resting by the tree. âNormally, Iâm the only one out here this early.â He spoke, resting his hands on his sides, trying to catch his breath. âWhat got you out of bed before the house elves?â

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avoidance maneuvers || open
It wasnât like him to purposefully ignore his friends. Theyâd offered to sneak him into the Slug Club meeting, to whip up Polyjuice Potion, or charm Slughorn, or something equally frowned upon, but James wasnât in the mood for an event tonight. Even with the letter from his parents, he still felt uneasy about the whole thing. Even having told Sirius, and a few others, he felt this impossible weight on his shoulders. His father was improving, yes, but at a much slower rate than the medi-wizard liked, and his weekly letters from his mother, updating him on Fleamontâs condition, while still hopeful, contained an air of resignation in the pages. Short of traveling home himself, there was nothing he could do, and all it did was leave him feeling drained.Â
Carrying this around made him want to hide away, avoid his friends and people he got on with, people whoâd pick up on his mannerisms and foul mood, even if they didnât know the source of it. So that left him strolling around the caste, dusk settling in, visible through the windows he walked past. He had the Map tucked securely in his robes if he found himself out past curfew, but with the Slug Club tonight, he doubted heâd run into much trouble.Â
Upon turning a corner, however, he nearly did run into someone, quite literally, pulling up at the last second and shooting his hand out to steady both him and the stranger. âSorry âbout that,â he murmured. âMy fault on that one.â He tacked on, content to let them carry on with their day.
badgers and babbling | open
âItâs actually very interesting,â Florence said earnestly. âI mean, I didnât know anything about Hufflepuff when I first arrivedâwell, except Marjorie Cornwall said they were a bit pointless, which obviously I donât agree with, though I didnât know anything about them at the time so was only mildly horrified that sheâd call people pointless, not completely outraged, because itâs one thing to be rude and quite another to be wrong on top of itââbut yes, I didnât know anything about them when I arrived, and I actually thought the symbolâd been chosen because of Trufflehunter, or Badger from Wind in the Willows, though I worked out pretty quick that they werenât nearly old enough.âÂ
Shifting slightly to look at the badger on the Hufflepuff hourglass, Florence launched back in. âBut Robins told meâyâknow, that prefect from last year? yeah, himâwell he told me last year, in detention, that itâs because badgers will protect themselves and the things they care about, like family, even though theyâre small. Mountain lions hesitate to attack them sometimes,â she said fervently, widening her eyes appropriately. âAnd soâHufflepuff chose the badger,â she announced with a flourish, completely impervious to whether or not her audience wanted to knowâand whether or not her audience had been a voluntary one. âThough, Iâm fairly sure sheâs Welsh, so sheâd have really called it a Mochyn daear,â she said thoughtfully. âAnd I meanââearth pig, literally, which is pretty accurate, I think.â As her mind latched onto another image, she let out a peal of laughter. âAlso, when I first saw Friar Tuck, and that he was a badger, I couldnât help but think of of the Fat Friar,â Florence recounted with a laugh.