C’est le Rocher de Palmer, (dont l’aspect anguleux et cubiste en fait le joyaux d’un architecte mélomane, rubis multiface posé dans la région bordelaise et scintillant sous les étoiles des mille et une nuits de la musique du monde…), qui accueillait ce mercredi 13 septembre une des plus incandescentes voix du jazz américain : Dianne Reeves. Des Etats-Unis, on

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Le monde du jazz est en deuil. Il a perdu l’un de ses musiciens les plus renommés. Lucky Peterson était un prodige du jazz blues. Guitariste, organiste, interprète… son style était qualifié d’unique parce qu’à l’intersection de plusieurs esthétiques musicales. Quinqua taquin et éclatant, clinquant sourire coquet et yeux provocants, Lucky s’était peut-être assagi avec

Lisa, vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins, and Eskimos. We started out like Romeo and Juliet, but it ended up in tragedy. Attempted murder? Now honestly, what is that? Do they give a Nobel Prize for attempted chemistry? Get ready, skanks! It’s time for the truth train! Books are useless! I only ever read one

That sounded like a prayer. A prayer in a public school. God has no place within these walls, just like facts don’t have a place within an organized religion. Son, a woman is like a beer. They smell good, they look good, you’d step over your own mother just to get one! But you can’t

There’s one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain! It’s a T. It goes « tuh ». Anyone who laughs is a communist! Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon.

Good morning, oh in case i don’t see you, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight. excuse me, i’d like to ask you a few questions. we’re going for a ride on the information super highway. Here she comes to wreck the day. here she comes to wreck the day. alrighty then kinda hot in these

Books are useless! I only ever read one book, « To Kill A Mockingbird, » and it gave me absolutely no insight on how to kill mockingbirds! Sure it taught me not to judge a man by the color of his skin…but what good does *that* do me? I’m a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.

Yes! I am a citizen! Now which way to the welfare office? I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I work, I work. Bart, with $10,000 we’d be millionaires! We could buy all kinds of useful things like…love!

Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I’ve always known him: Jeff. You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.…hey.…the good things don’t always soften the bad things; but vice-versa the bad things