Long Time No Sea

by El Strøm

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El Strøm means current in Danish.
Three streams form a river.
At the first dam, the electrical energy encourages travel. Birgitte Lyregaard sings across borders (jazz, pop, punk, contemporary, classical…) to leap over continents willy-nilly of frontiers. A piece of cake.
Sacha Gattino fashions sharp rhymes and sound objects grabbed from everywhere on the planet, transforming his toys with the intensity of children playing.
Jean-Jacques Birgé, who plays here rare instruments, acoustic or electronic, recounts that it is the first time that he has shared such close collaboration since Un Drame Musical Instantané.
Songs carefully crafted or free improvisation, homemade instruments or cutting edge technology, siren song or revolt of the machines, the electro-shock produces a feeling more real than nature.

Long Time No Sea was the first new CD by Jean-Jacques Birgé since 1998 (Un Drame Musical Instantané's Machiavel). For the last 10 years GRRR has published 74 unissued albums on drame.org, but all exclusively online, virtual objects free to listen or download!
To present these 77 minutes, Étienne Mineur has designed a fantastic cover and libretto playing with videoprojectors and reflective materials. He has integrated drawings by Grandville from 1844 and even another one from 1774, all belonging to Sacha Gattino's own collection. By the way it's also Sacha's first CD.

Robert Wyatt : "Terrific album"
Louis-Julien Nicolaou (Les Inrocks) : 6th on Top 10 of the first 6 months of 2017
Franpi Barriaux (ÉLU Citizen Jazz)

www.drame.org/blog/index.php?2017/03/29/3571-el-strom-cd-long-time-no-sea

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released March 29, 2017

Birgitte LYREGAARD - vocals
Sacha GATTINO - sampler, percussion, zither, harmonicas, jaw harps
Jean-Jacques BIRGÉ - Theremin, Tenori-on, Mascarade Machine, keyboards, reeds, harmonicas, jaw harps

Recorded at GRRR Studio (Bagnolet), Tintannabulum Studio (Rennes), Pib de Bib Studio (Copenhagen), and live at Le Triton, Festival Les Enchanteuses (Les Lilas)
Mastering Marwan Danoun
Graphic design by Etienne Mineur
Drawings by Grandville, Un autre monde, 1844
Photo of the trio by Sonia Cruchon
Produced by El Strøm © A.P.R.E. 2017

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Jean-Jacques BIRGÉ Paris, France

Jean-Jacques Birgé is an independent French musician and filmmaker, at once music composer (co-founder of Un Drame Musical Instantané), sound designer & multimedia artist, writer & blogger. (Mediapart)... Specialist of the relations between sound and pictures, he has been one of the early synthesizer players in France in 1973, the initiator of the return of silent movies with music in 1976. ... more

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Track Name: Sound Castles
La liberté existe, mais toutes ces informations sont plus rapides que la lumière.
Freedom exists, but all this information moves faster than light…
So I am free…It’s only your own thoughts that keep you imprisoned in the cave. Only your own thoughts
only your own mind that turned the key and threw it away
Ved du egentlig hvem jeg er? Har du måske kendt mig altid? Jeg tror måske du har kendt mig altid.
Du har set ind i mit hjerte. Mit hjerte rødt af blod. Og du har set ind i blodet. Du kender mig som om du var mig selv og jeg kender dig som om jeg var dig selv.
Vi er næsten smeltet sammen – selvom de siger man ikke må. Man må ikke gøre det.
(med paranoid stemme) : de siger at det er forbudt, de siger at man skal passe på at man ikke bryder ind i et andet system. I deres hjerner kan man komme slemt til skade fordi man glemmer omridset af sin egen krop og der kommer huller over det hele!
Do you actually know who I am? Have you possibly always known me? I think you may have always known me. You have looked into my heart, my blood-red heart. And you have looked into the blood. You know me as if you were me and I know you as if I were you. We have almost melted into one – although they say you’re not allowed. You’re not allowed to do it. (in a paranoid voice): They say it is forbidden, they say you have to be careful not to break into another system. In their brains you can get badly hurt because you forget the outer lines of your own body and there will be holes everywhere!
You do something to me. I don’t know what it is, I don’t know what it could be. I only know what it was…Walking in this mountain and going deeper and deeper into this mountain. Why this is the sound of interior design…
C'est quoi ce truc ?
What is that thing?

Track Name: Contretemps
Combien de jours How many days
Résisterai-je Shall I resist
Mon tendre amour My sweet love
Ma Blanche-Neige Dear Snow White

Combien de nuits How many nights
A vous attendre Waiting for you
Sans faire de bruit Making no noise
Sans vous entendre Not hearing you
Combien de temps How much time
Prend un baiser Does a kiss take
Pour maintenant To wake you up
Vous réveiller Right now

Combien fait mal How much does it hurt
Si le temps passe If time passes
Sans que nos râles Without our cries
Laissent une trace To leave a trace

Approchez-vous Come closer
Même en dormant Even sleeping
Délivrez-nous Deliver us
Du contretemps If we’re off beat
Track Name: Frygt
”Jamen, det er da ikke noget at være bange for!”
Frygt – ikke nærmere angivet – er flydende bekymring hæftet
Til en potentiel mulig fremtidig situation
Som måske – måske ikke – bliver sådan som man frygter!
Men kun indimellem som små sprækker af sort ubehag
Midt imellem det, der bare er noget andet.
Det, der måske bare er som det altid er. Sådan ok. Og neutralt. I sig selv.
Men offer for vores skiftende opfattelser. Offer for vores indre kulør.
Det er nemlig det det er. Den der frygt, der kommer og tager os, når vi mindst venter det. Midt om natten, når vi ligger og vender os i søvne. Og vi kan ikke slippe af med den. Vi kan ikke slippe af med frygten
Og vi skal ikke være bange for frygten
den kommer og tager os midt om natten midt imellem linjerne på vores værste drømme
”Jeg er altså blevet lidt bange for frygten, men det skal jeg ikke være fordi 
det bliver måske kun indimellem til sorte spækker i fremtiden, når vi indimellem i fremtiden FRYYGGTTEERRR!!!!

FEAR
"But well, that’s nothing to be afraid of!"
Fear – in the non-specific sense – is like liquid worry attached to a potential future situation that may or may not turn out as feared
But only once in a while like small cracks of black discomfort
in the middle of things that are not like that.
Things that are maybe just as they always are
- kind of ok. And neutral. As a starting point
but victims of our ever changing perceptions. Victims of our inner alternating colours.

That’s exactly what it is. That fear that comes to take us when we expect it the least
in the middle of the night as we turn in our sleep. And we cannot get rid of it.
We cannot get rid of the fear
and we shouldn’t be afraid of it,
it will come and take us in the middle of the night in the middle and in between the lines of our most horrible dreams!
”I do believe I have become a little afraid of fear – but I shouldn’t be because it will maybe only
turn into black cracks in the future, when – every once in a while in the future - we FFEEEAAARRR!!!!
Track Name: Mécaniques cantiques
C’est tout petit It is so small
Ça veut dire loin That means far
Oui mais c’est grand But it’s so big
Quand tu t’approches When you come near

Les dimensions Dimensions
N’existent en rien Do not exist
Seules les distances Only distances
Nous accrochent Attract us

Au microscope Under the microscope
On voit très bien One can see well
Les sentiments All feelings
C’est dans la poche It’s in the bag

C’est tout petit It is so small
Ça veut dire loin That means far
Oui mais c’est grand But it’s so big
Quand tu t’approches When you come near

Si dans l’espace If you reach me
Tu me rejoins In deeper space
On aura le temps We shall have time
De faire des mioches To have kids

Au télescope Let's focus
Faisons le point With a telescope
Au firmament To the firmament
C’est la bamboche What a party

C’est tout petit It is so small
Ça veut dire loin That means far
Oui mais c’est grand But it’s so big
Quand tu t’approches When you come near
Track Name: Dark Waters
A mystic force is rising. It is but the first rustling, but it is a super-human rustling. The spirit of truth is passing now over the face of dark waters. And compelling them to reveal their spiritual treasures. And this spirit is a force that cannot be hindered and that can never, never be stopped.
Track Name: This Paris
The café’s of Paris – where checked paper table cloths keep the myth going.
The kids of Paris – playing with plastic and wood on half lit backyard cobblestones.
The waiters of Paris – who, wearing white shirts and blue aprons, recommend the quiche of the day and not the more expensive confit de canard à la carte.
The lost ones of Paris with tinned eyes in corners of half empty restaurants insisting on paying for each other in much too loud voices.
This is Paris…
The secret female tramp of Paris who, in the heat of the transparent bank withdrawal cage, sits on the floor and, having removed shoes and socks, carefully let her fingers run down her pale and dirty legs to find out where the problem is.
Ah, This is Paris…
The suburbs of Paris where tile floored and stone walled houses lean against each other shuttering from the unexpected winter cold. And where dark skinned teenage girls dressed in black cheerfully crawl into taxis at the metro stations to celebrate yet another Saturday night at the local African disco.
And this is Paris.
This is Paris…
Paris – where tired cultural eyes have seen it all and trained for many years to never show amazement or awe.
This is Paris – also Paris.
This is Paris…
Paris where people talk and talk out of the sheer pleasure of describing in words the most fleeting of sensations in the smallest of details.
Ahhh, this is Paris.
Ahh, all this is Paris
Such is Paris…
Paris, where life is hard and where the rats of the night occupy le Champs de Mars at the foot of the Eiffel tower when the Barons of daylight have dozed off into dreamland.
This is Paris…
Track Name: Long Time No Sea
Det som man mærker i
Rummet er luft der
Forføres i bølger
Af lyd og lys
Er følelsers skud fra
Hjerter bevæget
Af bølgernes slag
Mod et bryst

Og ringene breder sig rytmisk
I luften
Elektrisk
Og gnisterne fyger
Og bølgerne brydes og pisker
Hinanden til skum
I en luft der er
Svanger af usagt
Som taler
Når bare man lytter

What can be deducted in the room
Is air led and misled by waves of sound and light
Is shots of emotion from hearts
Moved by the wash of waves onto a chest

And the rings spread out through the air
Rhythmically, electrically
And the sparks fly
And the waves break to whip
Each other into foam
In an air bursting with the unsaid
That will speak
If only one listens

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