#french coldwave

Excès Nocturne (France 1984-89)

Tracklist:

Play Alone • The Sabbath • La Tourmente • First Days Of Winter • La Nuit • Better Days Ahead • Winter • Pictures

A lively night, as I saunter through the streets of Lyon. I stare up at the moon; A waning crescent that is a deep tint of joune. My face is stiffened as it's stricken by the crisp cold air of hiver.

This. This is what I live for, as my head is popped up with enthusiasm.

The excitement of all things new. The passing faces, smiles; The assortment of sounds that play into every piece of the scenery.

I see these things, I hold a small, dim flame of warmth for les petit joais.

Engaged in my observant nature, I open the door to what is my ritual.

What is this ritual you may ask? Is it a ritual of all things noire et obscure ? Non, pour I am an aficionado of diversions; the simple joy of a steaming mug of tea.

The appealing atmosphere of the city's esoteric, Cafe froid; where I enjoy il sereno, le musique, et my silky, honey chamomile herbal tea, with a splash of vanille to taste.

This. This is what I live for; As I'm sitting in my solitude, in preparation for le nuit.

Preparation for what ?, You may ask.

Well you see, with much enthusiasm that I hold for the streets of Lyon; I am not of the city, but rather of a sleepy little chalet in Pérouges.

What started as infrequent trips to Lyon; is now the common groove. Here and then, my parents would go on occasional date nights to the city. I was 14 when I started tagging along for the ride.

My parents would go about their way as I'd play musique for those who strolled passed. Le musique I'd play varied, for I am of many talents; Strings, brass, and the array of flavours I bring to the night.

After my father's passing, I've made it the point to liven the city with music every weekend, for I must bring home my earnings. My older brother Olivier works in the city's industrial district; Whenever he goes to work on Fridays and Saturdays, we head over to the city together.

Perhaps I feel closer to him as I do so; the warm-hearted laughter as we jest and part ways for the night. I looked to my father with grand admiration; the tales told about le gardien, our ancestry, the leaves, and things of that nature.

I know that to compose is my greatest ambition; Father would've wanted me to pursue further, to continue our legacy,et to remain steadfast in this journey.

My name is Bené Lussiere.

Born of parents Claudio et Elise; I am the fifth child out of ten. I stand at 177cm tall, quite slim in figure, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

Tonight I am dressed in a darkened grey turtleneck, with a deep velvet blue coat draped over my scrawny shoulders.

Tonight I score le paysage de une nuit à Lyon;

as I fiddle away with the bow that grazes over the strings of this petite wooden body.

To be continued -

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