Spoken Word starts early now, cause we are so many and so wild. As happened before, we open with Lady Marie Claire Calmus, an old school performer who sings french songs twice a month at Culture Rapide. Then Jennifer who’s French and performs for the first time in English:
“There ‘s no way to define death!
because when you reaaaaaally think about it
you might loose your own head”
Moe Seager, Emilie, sick of singing love songs, sang a song that called “this is a song about nothing at all”. Adèle for the first time on our stage:
“I have this memory
of the adult and the child
who have the same, wheat-field hair
But I can’t find the verb
Or anything in between
There’s just the father and the child
with the same, wheat-field hair.”
Trelys Duprè, Claire about Belleville:
“Art boils and is thrown into the gutter, oil spills rainbows around the island of a dropped glove”
And Erica, attention please: her first album True Love and Water is out now!
Sue, Condor, Tramaine, Roy,
Alberto reminded the night in which publishers came in Culture Rapide…
The Maxx, The Newens: Ashley, Al and Maxim,
Beth, then Tyler
“the innocent privilege in seeing you as midnight does,
your tiptoed march along the hard wood lingering
like the suspension of breath upon glass.”
Zach, Fanny, Georgina: how sms become a spoken word masterpiece,
Amy, Helen, Bubu, Hamed, Suzanne, Brittany, Guillermo,
Natasha explaining why russians killed Poland’s President and other little things.
Rufo, Moe, The Maxx. Goodnight.