There is this thing in the world, this boundless injustice that lays within every single layer of our western society. This crazy, completely irrational, incoherent oppression and abuse. I could give you hundreds of examples of this discrimination I am a spectator to every single day of my life; but I refuse to let what I love participate in this stupidity. 

Dear Kanye West.


The music’s amazing, that I’ll give you. I love what you do. I love your whole character, I love your arrogance and your ego. I love how well produced your songs are, and how crazily confident you are with it all. But I live with my little sister and my mother, and we listen to your music every day. I feel sick every time I hear the word “pussy” being used to look down on half the world’s population. It’s 2016, come on, we’re way past “I wanna f*** you hard on the sink”. Listening to you hurts every single feminist bone in my body. No, sorry, I mean it hurts every single feminine bone in my body.

What about the woman that raised you? The woman who taught English at University, who later became your MANAGER? All of these strong and independent women that are all around you? You’re Kanye West, you know just about everyone out there, don’t tell me you can’t think of any! What about your wife? What about your daughter? Do you want her to grow up in a world where she has to listen to songs dictating what color her pubic hair should be? We should be able to choose! We should be able to live our lives to the fullest, not risking being humiliated, discriminated, judged and hated on. Aren’t we as entitled to freedom as you are?

I would hate myself if I knew I had paved the way to injustice and oppression for my children.

“I just f***** this model / She just bleached her assh*le / I got bleach on my t-shirt / Imma feel like an asshole”

I want to think that it’s all part of your “style”, it’s your alter ego. I can’t blame you, listening to NWA, for whom women are just reproductive machines – cleaning appliances with a useful extra function. I’m trying to convince myself that you’re just used to portraying women as much less than they really are. And after all, I should separate the artist from the man. And I know that you can be utterly charming when you want to, writing about being in love or about God, beautifully and simply. So why the constant flicker between a sexist jerk and an intelligent young man?

But seriously. You’re Kanye West, you’re the voice of our generation! You have as much cultural power as anyone would ever aspire to have! You can do whatever you want. Hell, you can even tell the world Bill Cosby is innocent! Why would you, out of all people, be rapping something you don’t believe in?

So if you won’t do it cause you don’t believe in it, do it for girls like me. I know you don’t like people telling you what to do, but please: do it for the generation you’re inspiring, for the kids who have you blasting out of their earphones day and night. Do it for your children, for your little girl, for your mother, for your wife! Do it cause I’m sure deep down, you know it’s the right thing.


FREAKIN AWESOME MASHUP – Andie, Dodie and Orla (I love Youtube)

Gaaaah, I’m pretty sure nothing illustrates the power of music more than this video. I mean pure, real, raw music. The stuff that pulls you out of the universe and throws you into this whirlpool of honest emotion! These girls are the definition of talent.

I know there’s a lot of criticism around Youtubers, and this whole new world of music that’s developed in the last few years, but seriously I’m so glad stuff like this can be shared to the world. This is Andie, Dodie and Orla, three girls from totally different areas of the world, all three ever so full of talent, who are able to piece their art together to create something so fresh and true! I find that so wonderful. They just need one guitar, their three voices and a camera, and BOOM. There it is. THIS.

And seriously, even though this is such a cliché thing to say, how different is this from the stuff that’s on the music market today? You don’t need years in the studio adding fancy beats, complicated auto tune, ridiculous amounts of tracks and harmonies and just all round pollution. You just need talent, and heart. No pretention, just three musicians doin’ their thang for us all to savor.


Jealous – Nick Jonas + Gospel Version

(Hey guys! I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while, things have been crazy with trying to juggle music and school, but I’m back and have had a chance to really discover some good stuff so I hope you’re all ready!)

Oh my gosh I love this! I’m not sure if it’s the energy in all of this, the really catchy tune, or Nick Jonas (who is super cool), but I’m addicted to this video right now. Gospel is so powerful and I’d never had thought of mixing that soul and depth with a song like Jealous (“I turn my cheap music up and I’m puffing my chest”) – and the fact that Nick Jonas himself is involved makes it even greater. The whole thing has such a flow to it, which I love! It’s really refreshing but with a certain intensity to it… Does that make sense?

The Power of Music


I was listening to Black Treacle, by Arctic Monkeys, and I realized something.

“I feel like the sundance kid behind a synthesizer”

I had absolutely no idea who this sundance kid was, but those 9 words still shot a spear through my heart, and a tear down my cheek.

Music is a universal language anyone and everyone can understand. And I now know what to say to people when they ask me why I want to be a musician, why I love music so much, or why I’m always listening to music. “Music has no purpose, you can’t save lives with it”. Well no one will ever be able to find a better way to communicate than through music: how do you think some songs make you happy – or sad – for no particular reason? Music can save the world, can conquer all! Communication is the basis of everything in our world, now more than ever; and if you look at most of our problems on this planet, they are partly because of miss-communication. As much as I believe in the power of words, and literature and poetry, I’m absolutely sure that music is stronger than all of that.

Anyway, that’s all, if you don’t mind I’ll just go back to eating my chocolate eclair now. xoxo

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Me and Earl and the Dying Girl


Coming of age is a state so difficult to explain; with its ups and its downs, its laughs and its frowns (and there aren’t anymore rimes for that). Making decisions, getting used to life, knowing how to deal with situations… Growing up has been a lot of film makers concern as it is so rich in emotions and strong feelings. Not a lot of them have been able to capture the essence of teenage years in their true form, with the exception of  Alfonso Gomez-Rejon, with Me and Earl and the Dying Girl.

We’ve seen cancer in The Fault in Our Stars, My Sisters Keeper, and all that cliché stuff we’ve all got lying around in our Young Adults collection; but this is one of a kind. A delicate portrait of how these terrible extremes of life could affect each and every one of us: told through the invigorating eye of Greg, 17 year old boy swimming through the decisions that one may encounter in the beginning of their adult life. The film is actually a film within a film, which somehow makes us forget the story is just a series of images on our screens; a fresh and fragile mise en abyme.

No doubt an emotional rollercoaster, soaring through the comedy of high school and stereotypical teenage life, then suddenly dropping down to the chills of illness and grief; Me and Earl and the Dying Girl is a slowly unrolling piece of poetry, snippets of a metaphorical life climaxing into the act of creating – represented by Greg and Earl.



Oh the times I have longed to belong to another era, taste the explosions of bass and echoing guitar solos in overcrowded venues, feel the excitement in every step, every encouraging scream… Witness the artists that gave music a meaning: Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan, Queen, The Beatles, David Bowie, The Smiths…

And that was before I heard Wolf Alice.

The eerie, deep lyrics bouncing off the complementary way all instruments are woven together in a fresh, fun and perky manner. Eye catching titles (“Fluffy”, “Blush”, “Bros”…), contrastful harmonies, full of youth and optimism… If I could pick a band to represent 2015 Alternative Rock, I would definitely pick Wolf Alice.

I just can’t get enough of the way they keep you hanging onto a moment in time, in total suspension between the constant movement and buzz of life and the calm and depth of one’s inner thoughts.

All in all, great band musically speaking and, cherry on top, I don’t think it needs an explanation as to how cool they look:


Thursday 2th July 2015, Olympia Theâtre, Paris

Well, I can’t say he’s the arrogant type. Actually, out of all the words of the whole of the English language, arrogant would be the least appropriate to describe him. I would say he’s more of a… warm person. Yes, that whole experience was overall warm. (that sounded much less weird in my head)

The whole warm thing was on multiple different levels:

1) His personality. Imagine a cupcake, strawberry and vanilla, with more cream icing than it would be safe to put on there, extra sprinkles and a glass of fresh milk: that’s Hozier. Wait, no, sorry; make that cupcake irish.

He is just the sweetest person ever. I can’t count how many times he thanked the audience, his band, his friends, his managers… He even managed to personally thank, out loud, every single person that was on his tour.

2) His music and his band. It all was totally put together and seamless in a really rough way – I’m not sure that makes sense – but it was so natural and just… out there. I couldn’t have enjoyed anything more than those few songs he and his great band (Keyboard, two backing singers, bass, drummer).

3) The atmosphere the crowd and the venue. Half of the audience was a bunch of old prunes sucking the extremely hot air out of the place with their profoundly annoying disapproving glances and grimaces. The second half, on the other hand, was a gang of enthusiastic music lovers, most of them probably irish or english (a series of boisterous cheers at every moment Hozier mentioned where he comes from can vouch for that).

4) The heat (approximatively 45 degrees in that room).  Attending a Hozier concert in a boiler would probably have been less hot. Oh well, it was a very, very nice alternative to a heating appliance.

All in all (and on a more serious note) it was a wonderful and intimate experience, where an artist honestly exposed his pure and soulful music to an audience, proudly flaunting his emotions and thoughts to the world. Isn’t that what music is about after all?

*Insert Song Title That Is Far Too Rude For Me To Write* by Martha Wainwright – “BLOODY” GENIUS

There are some songs that come at you, all guns blazing, beating your fears to pulp; nudging you right into the epicentre of all emotions, right into the core of  all the complications of life.

Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole, by Martha Wainwright, is one of those.

I am writing about this piece of music having discovered it no less than 5 minutes ago, after having savoured it’s wonderfulness a dozen times. I feel like I have just ingested everything I have ever felt in my life in one gulp. One infinitely deep spoonful of existence.

I can’t quite tell what this song is about… Disappointement? Regrets? Courage? Love? Hatred? Disgust? Or maybe a clenched fist struck proudly in front of life?

Her voice is raw and noble, so fierce but still so innocent. And that chorus, that spicy, rude, delightful chorus that stings your ears and makes you wipe off the tears you just shed from those incredibly true words.

“I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile, I will not say I’m alright for you when all I wanted was to be good to do everything in true.

You bloody mother fucking asshole”


These days, young Irish indie musicians gorged with talent seem to be popping up from every corner. Hozier, Villagers and now James Vincent McMorrow with his debut album Early in the Morning. The industry seems to be falling for his pitch-perfect voice and powerful vocal range, as well as his great performing abilities.

Mr McMorrow seems to have started an addiction to falsettos at some point in his life and still hasn’t had to chance to get to rehab. Falsettos, falsettos and more falsettos: that’s what hits me the most in his songs. He has an incredible diversity in his voice, and even though he sometimes overuses these high pitched sounds, it proves his acute aptitude to mould his voice into many different tones.

My personal favorite on this album, If I Had A Boat, throws you into the heart of the song with once again his characteristic harmonies – which are pretty seemless, nice job, kiddo – and a catchy folk resonance with a light tambourine rythm in the background. I can’t quite understand what he’s on about, but the lyrics seem vaguely familiar due to the recuring theme of water. The chorus comes up and seems to me like a slap in the face quickly followed by a soothing stroke with it’s background ooh’s: that’s what James Vincent McMorrow does to you.

An embrace you don’t want to let go of.