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Good Sunday to you all!

A nice white coat covered our lawn this morning ... I think it's really early this year especially on Halloween! This is the kind of thing we really can not control it? You just do it ... I like to share with you my first photos of Halloween with my lovely Amelie. I just need the right papers to make a nice page or mini but in the meantime is to show you the circumstance. I had the bright idea to take a picture about two weeks ago ... it was nice and it was really perfect!

Also I have a great news to share, I have one of my pages which is found in the magazine "Simply Clodine special scrapbooking is one of my old pages at my trip to China, a beautiful pagoda in parc.C is my first release and 2011 is my goal to have a photo with my chip.

Finally I show you a picture of the lovely gift I received from one of my subscribers in France, Corinne is her blog . She wanted to please me and she just guessed that I 'were so greedy useless to ask you what I've done too good chocolate ... Mmmm! Thank you again my lovely!

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Here is what I received from Corinne. It's super cute!

I think she'll soon put the tutorial in this pretty box on his blog so go pay him a visit.

See you tomorrow for the two sketches of November, one page and the other card. It will be a full card accompanied by a special tutorial created by our DT Clara. You'll love this model ...

Happy Halloween and see you tomorrow!

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Patrick Foulhoux - The bottom of the air scares (2010) David

Patrick Foulhoux - The bottom of the air scares (2010)

Bias, subjectivity exhacerbée, claimed nonconformity, highlighted ashamed of the author, yes, no doubt, all the principles of gonzo journalism, Hunter S. dearly Thompson and Lester Bangs (although I doubt it would ever be called) are implemented by the pen of Patrick Foulhoux. All for what? Just tell her little history of rock history, lived from within, as a abéédaire iconoclastic "rock disturbed", blending essential figures in the global saturation and obscurities past unnoticed in their time and who find in this little book the opportunity to burn one (last?) both wings to the limelight.

Having jumped right into the ink of Rolling Stone, Punk Rawk, Kerosene, Rock Sound, Abuse Violence Hazardous or the author's announcement from the letter B: "The Beatles are the first to have betrayed rock, "they" shit in the boots of rock, yes the Beatles' horripilent Patrick and, just for that one has only one desire, be slipped while the rest of the book in one go! Or, for beatlesmaniaques to shove his fist in his mouth, but that station! Gus is not necessarily the kind of easy to spread a little queer on the cheek! No sir is more of a rugby player, so physically speaking, difficult to attack frontally. So what? attack on the ground of an alleged ethics Rock'n'Roll? No fool, the madman, quickly returns to its course within the genus and this, in the preamble, the first letter of the book! "Ah well damn, still had to find as an illustration of the letter A! You really want to go nitpick "Rock'n'Roll" with a gus who throws his rock label in 2010? Me I did not venture too ...

The decor is made, the young Robert (ie Patrick) of rock is beyond reproach and the tone of entry: if you want to smell the farts wet BB Brunes, glued the locks of Tokio Hotel or the deo surround sound for the first lady of France, you are wrong. No, the Desktop Air Barn, like the Stooges in their time (tables of the law ignited our narrator), as little recognition qu'auront Thugs yet been well provided advantages to conquer the world. Yes the book scares.

Everything smells a little scandal in the right circles (so well described by Coluche), in fact, is it reasonable, good sir, to Nomads "the most important Swedish group of humanity," and ABBA my dear Patrick, it's marshmallow perhaps? book and the letter G Gâtechien under (almost) just because they are home? I ask you, and Gaga (Lady's first name) it does not deserve a bit more instead? Ignorant, ignorant filthy, infidel charts, uncultivated Marketing! Do you have a moment that you are hiding behind the heavy (in every sense) pseudonym Tad we can expose you?! Even your beloved ignane one day was corrupted with the dark forces, and you SFR, better, your complicit silence speaks volumes about your state of mind! So you think that 26 small items with a pen dipped in tar, ash and heavy bourbon you can fight against the all powerful majors? you believe their empty head of Raphael and other insipid rebellion that we have brought in big blow pump advertising? Who do you still today interress Thee Hypnotics or X-Syndicates? Strictly speaking Neil Young ... but frankly Rye Coalition, but not, I swear to you, who??

How, what say you? in these troubled times, music is slowly regaining its incendiary instincts? young people drink fewer supermarkets to culture? Do It Yourself is in the air? vinyl grafted hairs of the Beast? ... The revolution would be still running and will, once again, without the dinosaurs of the past? Your bad faith scares me sir "Tad" Foulhoux, your bad faith honor you, your bad faith, turning to the past, is a visionary, you can not just settle for this quick test coup Literary!

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Foenkinos - Lennon (2010) - An exercise breaks mouth superbly managed

David Foenkinos - Lennon (2010)

Funny fun to read, the turning of a chapter, the author dares to rise up his character has little round glasses against "bastards who write books on (him). mythonnent 300 pages on that (their) relationship so that (he) did cross than 2 minutes. Funny because, unless otherwise disclosed, David Foenkinos never met John Lennon and still manages to make a book (albeit only) 233 pages, a real plunge into the heart of the history and psyche of eyeglasses better known than Christ.

is a John Lennon 35 years old, having been (temporarily) ended his career disheveled found here lying on the couch in the psychologist David Foenkinos to mention his life. From his troubled childhood in England immediately after the war, he met Yoko Ono, to the slums of Hamburg and American stages. A Lennon evokes the corpses dotting the way, those of his mother. her aunt. Pete Best and Brian Epstein, corpses on which he turns for a moment continued unabated on his way to his destiny shooting star blinding pop culture of the twentieth century, dingy squats liverpoliens to luxurious bed ins, groupies Hysterical a notorious Asian lit.

"Everybody said that Yoko broke the Beatles, but the look she has everything screwed up. If it had been received differently, nothing would have happened this way "he told David Foenkinos. With this kind of thinking that can see the story of Lennon in a different way than that which has already been told hundreds of times, that the imagination of Foenkinos shows any interest. Beautifully served by the pen of the author, the confessions of John take a look unique and personal, no one can accuse her of violating his scribe thought or his word. Indeed, the author of Erotic Potential of my Wife, knows his subject on the fingertips and to fan it is, nonetheless sometimes being critical to recognize some of Lennon's errors.

About the band split, Lennon aka David Foenkinos to declare: "My group was not the Beatles but Peace." One of the most striking phrases of this psycho-geography is probably the one where John, aware of its status as a herald of peace, says he "wanted to be able to show (his) genitals at any time, to be not plus a Gandhi or a Luther King could be assassinated. "Superb find the author? Yes and no to the extent that it makes it clear in a footnote of a footnote that this sentence was actually imposed in 69 per Lennon with humor and always so special gifts of clairvoyance rather disturbing. Much of the talent of Foenkinos probably have been able to exhume this statement and have it replaced at that specific location of the star consultations with his psychiatrist. It by cons regret, perhaps, not to find the humor of the Beatles more often disheveled in the pages. But perhaps the office of a therapist is it not the best place for messing full pot. However, we legitimately think that this is not the kind of detail that would have embarrassed Beatle John.

one year break damn mouth (talk to the dead and better yet, make them trust) David Foenkinos pulls out brilliantly combines erudition, imagination and style to a result which, far from the work reserved for crazy fans , will appeal to anyone interested a little bit late in the first of four boys in the wind.

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Julian Balme - Kustom Graphics: Hot Rods, Burlesque and Rock 'n' Roll (2008)

Julian Balme - Kustom Graphics: Hot Rods, Burlesque and Rock 'n' Roll (2008)

Finally! Finally a book that smells of grease, motor oil, sex, speed, rock n 'roll pioneers .... and death! Here is a book that plunges you into the mire of the underground culture of the 50s and the U.S. to blow of pencil sober and garish ...

From Johnny Ace (and his partner Kali Verra) continuing the tradition of Ed Roth and Rat Fink on behalf of the shows Reverent Horton Heat, Link Wray, Electric Frankenstein, Rob Zombie and many others stars of what we will call abusively psychobilly. This pair is therefore the hot rods of impeccable frenchy Empire 32 , aesthetics and compelling up to pine Mark Wasyll Tyson McAdoo or the beautiful but hideous creatures of the Quebec Felix LaFlamme . through the Japanese prints of the (Japanese) Ken The Flattop or Fudemae , c is a real world tour of this art so that it no longer needs codifies boundaries that invites us Kustom Graphics.

surf culture, hot rods, monsters, Series Z, alluring pin up and skulls, devils and motors on vitamin-veiled codes and gender, whatever their origin, all the artists there fold course without losing a single ounce of their personality and it is what makes this book. a priori so elitist, a treat: see once again the diversity of results obtained from an identical base yet. Imagination, talent and, let's not mince words, genius do the rest and these three elements, the artists here do not miss!

40 artists represented also distributed to the 4 corners of the planet, of adventure, for Christmas, you are looking for a tattoo idea for the future of your beautiful mother, no doubt that the drawing is already here , superbly value format, which, unusually, allows to appreciate all the details.

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Various - Soundtrack Angola - Luanda Special sounds from 1965 to 1978 (ANALOG AFRICA) Heat

Various - Soundtrack Angola - Luanda Special sounds from 1965-1978 (ANALOG AFRICA) (2010)

It will take a day that I am leaning more forward on two subjects that so totally improbable go together. The first is who may be hiding behind the gold diggers musical people are the label Analog Africa, as each of their deliveries is both a complete surprise and an unstoppable success. At each of their shipments as well, and this is the second question which I have to really immerse myself, my mysterious visitor Gabon again appeared on the site, remaining up to now, the only African tour that I can honor me, without offending me as long as the content the blog is usually quite far from the black continent. Anyway, knowing that I would not answer any of these 2 questions for now, let's take us headlong into the listening volume of the new Angolan adventure Analog Africa.

some reason, the first seconds of the CD remind me every time the credits of South Park, But fans of the exotic, do not worry, it's very stealthy. African music fans by cons, you may be somewhat surprised by the seconds that follow what I just mentioned, because more than baobabs and red dirt roads, to the jungle or the savannah is undoubtedly the beaches of Brazil that music will make you think. Why? may be simply because Angola, Mozambique as for those who want to be a general culture through this com, is a former Portuguese colony and, indeed, is the language that rocks hard as quiet everything that it is rhythmic. Invitation to lazing on the banks of the river Kwanza (Ferreira Do Nascimento (Macongo Me Chiquita)) or casually waddle (Zé da Lua (Ulungu Wami)), anyway, this new delivery of the precious label Analog Africa is the ideal way to forget, temporarily, that Angola is a country that has experienced a terrible civil war in both its duration and the number of its victims. Hard to believe listening to these nuggets spread between 65 and 78, while the oil had only begun their great work of looting the country's wealth.

Surfing almost Jovens Do Prenda Psychedelic (Ilha Virgem), the latinesque N'Goma Jazz (Cantando Para Ti Mi), Afrobeat slow Quim Manuel O Espirito Santo (Lelu Eme), once again we are delighted by the eclectic scene that is (re?) Discovered through this Working as an archaeologist who has been loaned Samy Ben Redjeb. Eclectic, yes, but not messy, which is no small feat, as it finally Mama Africa bringing together this whole project, no escalation in the means used to highlight the songs (for lack of means ? may be a little but mostly, without a doubt humility Angolan musicians to their art), efficiency without a free demonstration, patient work of interpreters, exudes the relaxed pace and often resigned Africa.

After that though some still dare to talk about African music you will not struggle to show them that it would be stupid to talk about European music and put in one basket Ramsteinn and ... uh .... Radio Tarifa, at random. Analog Africa once again gives us a double journey: a journey through time, and a trip to Africa, timeless by definition, addressing, at the same time, a nod to the man who supported ventured one day declare that "man Africa was not entered into history. " In that music, in any case, there has always been!

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Blaak Shujaa - Blaak Shujaa Heat (2010) Off you go ....

Blaak Shujaa Heat - Heat Shujaa Blaak (2010)

western atmosphere, inevitably, at the opening, western East distorted guitars, sound of wind in the cactus It smells good sound casual desert rock, the great Brant is never far away and other figureheads of desert rock and heavy derivative thereof, the stoner. But Blaak Heat Shujaa knows muddy the high reinforcements changes in tempo and tone always surprising and welcome past the first surprise. Once in the desert, if the tracks are blurred, some say that it is very fast and completely lost it then is wandering in the hope of finding his way.

And that is what we offer the 3 Paris with this first album recorded with help from Scott Reeder (sisi itself) in the area of Palm Springs, Mecca stoner if any, this invitation to wander serene. But no question as to fall asleep, there is still the way to go ... We must follow the guide to the risk of being lost forever, the common thread is that, at long, and drowned the singing disembodied echo of Thomas Bellier (unlikely marriage between a male version of the song Acid King and Ozzy), disembodied voice which brings our "stoner friends" a psychedelic rock to Black Angels, creating a unique gateway between these two currents not so distant reflection.

conducive to hallucination, travel within and reverie, the trio's music you will undoubtedly leave earth and is almost naturally that you will meet the ghost of Layne Staley (Alice in Chains) on MIA sabbathiens as hell riffs always, here and there, and always returning, this one's not identified between power lines and undulations dunesques (eg on the intro of the colossal Moon). It certainly takes off regularly throughout the disk, but sooner or later Blaak Heat Shujaa remind us of the harsh laws of gravity lead, with a great bass riffs and mammoth stoned, the atmosphere.

"Fasten your seat belt and light up your spliff" said Peter Tosh, it seems that in an entirely different musical universe, Blaak Heat Shujaa has endorsed this valuable currency. Let you drive, the desert beyond is all right!

You do not believe me? bonus, trip hallucinating Where You At? live at the Klub, in (3rd) Part of Glowsun this year

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Neil Strauss - Motley Crue: The Dirt - (Trad FR: 2007)

Neil Strauss - Motley Crue: The Dirt - (Trad FR: 2007)

Imagine,,,, imagine a pool, a pool of semen, alcohol, shit and spit on the surface which float pell-mell syringes, spoons, panties ageless and various flow rates of all kinds. Now take the book before us today, rather the pavement, and throw in, throw it ouioui stir and delight you splash that will not fail you cover this n is a foretaste of what waiting for you on reading The Dirt, translated as "filth" in the preface, but eventually the original title remained in the French edition. "Dirt" So is the newspaper of Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Vince Neil and Mick Mars, in a word, the newspaper from his Motley Crue beginnings ...

This book is therefore a bio written by Motley Crue 4 hands and chronologically by key stakeholders you say you? Yeah, retail near some members of the entourage of the group there are also some memories of their young, just to really bind the facts together and, perhaps, to overcome some holes in our collective memory of the 4 rock stars. So a bio? still a bit short and to summarize the book, yes it is a bio if you really have to find a class, but Dirt is much more than that, it's an experience hallucinations experienced at the speed of sound and light, a catalog of all the cliches of rock, sex and, of course, drugs. Death lurks on almost every page, always prematurely, you quickly said, everything happens fast and without looking in the mirror, between the tragedies experienced by the playboy Vince Neil (her daughter died 4 years, responsible for a traffic accident in which one of his closest friend died), overdoses with repetitions of Nikki Sixx and many other ghosts yet. The Hollywood dream rock of our four friends (not necessarily always very happy to be reunited) turns gradually into a nightmare as sordid and Villas Hollywood, comic girls easy to shovel, the dreams of cars and mountains of coke have more and more difficult to conceal the morbid malaise in which plunged all the protagonists of this story.

What makes this even more poignant testimony that debunks many still fallout of fame is that after years of rushing headlong into all the spirals most infernal imaginable (drugs , alcohols, and many others), given time, over time, and maturity inevitably win, each member engages in open heart, gradually revealing his injuries and his intimate most personal feelings. Approaching forty, then towards the end of the book, one feels a general need for normalcy, slow down, stability and life ... finally.

By closing the book, some will remember above all the horrors and scandals that permeate every page. Other tragedies and how they were overcome by one or the other members of the Crue, and others will enjoy the stories (which we have no reason not to believe everything is as extraordinary in the history of the group) not always very bright, about Ozzy Osbourne, Axl Rose, or funnier still, Bruce Dickinson, the voice of the iron maiden. Finally, some will see mostly the story of four men who, while income and having seen it all, finally facing a moment to look back and taste the simple pleasure of being still alive ...



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Thierry Tuborg - Rock'n'roll Psychosis (2010) - A thriller as a black vinyl

Thierry Tuborg - Rock'n'roll Psychosis ( 2010)

"Writing about music is like dancing about architecture. This is something very stupid. " So spoke Frank Zappa. With this deep thought, Thierry Tuborg, is emeritus of the French rock scene (Stalag singer (1978-1982) and Stalingrad (2004-2008), did not hesitate for a few years to get into literature by serving its tales definitely a feather rock, sharp and electric, disillusioned and Venema.

Not Thierry Tuborg not writing about rock, he wrote rock, short, writing in the service of that thriller us today. Negro (Pascal?) Recognized a major publisher, Remi Bacalan has much in common with the author. He too was a singer group in Stockholm before being voluntarily and with his help, prick the star (and place) by Allison (daughter of her publisher) that conveys the adventure at the international level. What would we not love, even going so far as to offer his own group on a platter? So Remi Bacalan bear perfect person ever n'acceuillant home, caught up in a double murder. Allison and his producer Vincent Volt is found murdered in quick succession. Thin point starting to dive into the follow parallel patterns of literary publishing and music. Thin starting point, yes, but the author makes a compelling little novel, whole punctuated by his pen directly plugged into the amp of the author. No effects here, no, gross energy, period. As a riff that harmless, placed on a rhythm and played implacale the whole feeling of the guitar becomes a killer riff, the story turns into a murder thriller black .... Such as vinyl or, of course, as the leather of a jacket or a raincoat inspector unhealthy.

Far from a name dropping to the mundane Pacadis Alain, Thierry Tuborg takes the guise of the investigation to honor the men of the shadow of the rock scene, these passionate small independent labels, these turners (almost) désintérressés, these patterns of rooms Pais Bordeaux or anywhere in France without which music would be limited to the Star Academy. In short, a world in suspension with passion infusion. Obviously we meet Anne Roumanoff, Grand Corps Malade or Amelie Nothomb, but especially the Mondo Bizarro, Fahrenheit, or Strychnine Girl ... memories, memories.

Writing in the service of a story? maybe but probably more like a history decorated with a feather, a feather-shaped tribute and homage to the life, life seems like another rock.

Obviously you can rush to the large surface area for cultural purchase the book, but if you want to turn your circle of DIY this novel, the better to order directly from the author : http://thierry-tuborg.nfrance.com

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Good Sunday!

I had a very happy subscriber to its price ... Fortunately she saw my message because she was leaving the next day for 10 days of vacation! Dominique good holiday!

I also saw a lot of reviews for my card chocolate ... I 'm not the only greedy that I see! Hi! Hi! Glad you liked my tutorial.

I took this week a series of photos of my beautiful Amelia. I gave him his christening gown that famous day because there was this saying it was not quite working for photos. Thing settled now! I fill up with all sorts of facial expressions. I sat on his desk in his room for 10 minutes I photographed. You'll see more on my next pages. I never thought it could be as expressive in a short period of time. On this page I'm sure you'll smile ... The paper is absolutely perfect for my photos I could not choose better as a background even the title is in English with photos.La here!

These beautiful papers are from the collection My Mind's Eye (Lost and found) I did not want to overload my page because I wanted to see the elements of my background paper, so few flowers and lace. Simple and clean with a touch shabby.

's all for now see you soon!

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Arnaud Huber - You, Me & Morrissey (2010) - Beautiful and sensitive

Arnaud Huber - You, Me & Morrissey (2010)

Houlaaaa then here So a book written by a fan of Morrissey? Before we even open the pages, the little that we can say is that we feared the worst. A fan of Morrissey, after all, can there be worse, what kind of fan can be more "fanatical" a thirty-year fan of Morrissey. I am not talking about pre-teen fans who worship their idols becaufe are "too crispy" no, these fans here you know what to expect, it is careful not to judge them becaufe is all a just been there, but fans thirtysomethings who have still not recovered from their admiration of youth, yes there really is is right shiver of horror!

So it's a bit backwards as we embarked therefore in any case in my case, reading this in You, Me & Morrissey. But very quickly we can rest assured, no, Arnaud Huber has nothing maniacal fan of Mose, let alone the Smiths, saying that he crossed his youth but that he was aware that later on. All this does not prevent him from attending the concert go to Morrissey Eurokéennes one day world cup football.

From there, navigating from Echobelly to Superdiscount, A-ha Veruca Salt, Arnaud Huber the back yard of his sentimental memory. His first love and teenage complexed, heartache and passion burning, everyone will find it a bit in this story. Coming and going from first to second person singular, the story seems to have two characters, a current Arnaud, 2 feet planted in the mud festival pending the final quarter of Brazil and France's double past. 2 voices that give relief to the story, made, not surprisingly therefore, many flashbacks. What comes to

Morrissey in all this? Arnaud and many a fan is quiet, rather than a fan for that matter, saying he appreciates and, as and when the pages will be understood better and better (we understand Arnaud I mean, finally, on reflection, we also understand that Arnaud appreciates Morrissey). Like the lyrics and the music of singer, which I am very far from being a specialist and I allow myself to speak more per print than actual scholarship, then, like the lyrics and the music of The Smiths, history Arnaud is quite nostalgic, hard being a teenager and rebellion in the Room, missed opportunities, shyness and romance of course. The sensitivity and romanticism of the author are conveniently illustrated by a feather touching without being maudlin or overly tortured awkwardly.

Finally we end up with a novel at the opposite of what one might fear, not of blind fanaticism and scholar, not corny stories teen praline, but memories of mess that you return to the figure, of déjà vu, of knowing smiles to the author even if you would rather be opted for You, Me & James Hetfield or You, Me & Bob Marley first choice.

style serving an emotion, a music service life is a bit Arnaud Huber and all this here is heartwarming!