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nénuphar is what we are

About Me


As soon as he had told me which way to go, I entered the corridor. The great danger was making me dizzy and I wanted to go back to that one city probably well-known for its sparkling and salty monsters. However, my companions encouraged me, so I decided to move forward.
We were walking on frozen grass and slippery grounds.
Suddenly, one of my companions was sent hurtling into space, attracting the others down the precipice. I was petrified by this horrible sight. The bodies of my companions were rolling down the mountain with frightening speed, leaving me alone in this awful situation.
Half an hour after swallowing the drug, I felt like pushing a few buttons to see what could happen.
I aimed my gun at the sun.
The actors were not necessarily mute, but the recording machines went deaf. I wanted to absorb everything. Because life would be different then.
People come and go and walk away. They sometimes roll down a mountain. Spend their life on slippery grounds. Frightening speed, awful situations.
That is all for my deposition, which I had to make under oath. Thank you very, very much.
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My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 10/01/2007
Band Website: / Des larmes artificielles sur tes yeux de verre...
Band Members: Yves Panchaud: verdammt glockenspiel, melodica-blasharmonika, backing vocals, whistle, bubbles, webmastering, pouvoir décisionnel, microphone holder / Natacha Bovy: H&M dress, accordion, story-reading / Marc Sallin: trumpet, Bb cornet, keyboard, handclaps / Jonathan dos Remedios: flute, backing talking / Julien Rossier: ein bisschen Poum-Tchak und Tsss-Tsssss, fée, balloon man / Simon Haefliger : keyboard, rattle, cling-cling / Christophe Etienne : keyboard, the tallest man of the band / Antoine Panchaud: vocals, guitar, ukulele, bass, keyboard, Leipziger Strassenbahn-recording,whistling.
Influences: Elliott Smith. Sparklehorse. Sufjan Stevens. Death Cab for Cutie. Les éoliennes, les petites antennes et les cafetières italiennes. Andrew Bird. Yo La Tengo. The Olivia Tremor Control. The Kinks. Le Tourbillon de la vie. Raymond Queneau. Michel Butor. Rabelais. La lumière artificielle, les preuves falsifiées, les comptes-rendus synthétiques. Belle & Sebastian. The Kings of Convenience. Les différents cris poussés par les veneurs quand ils voient arriver le sanglier majestueux. The Boo Radleys. Beirut. Les messieurs moustachus qui tournent en rond en faisant vroum vroum avec des voitures fluo et super rapides. Grandaddy. Girls in Hawaii. Et caetera. [Oui: c'est cela! Environ, quoi.] Quant aux innombrables imprévus, ils s'en iront probablement avec le temps, avec l'effroi, avec l'oubli. Malgré les gens, malgré les mois, grâce à la vie. And thank you for the surrounding sausages.
Sounds Like: Idéalement, il faudrait pouvoir inclure plusieurs phrases dans un seul mot. C'est peut-être ça, la solution. Oui, peut-être.
Record Label: // Impression de mâchouiller une coquille d'oeuf....

My Blog

Nénuphar at work


Posted by on Sat, 18 Jul 2009 10:28:00 GMT

éloge à nénuphar is what we are dans PICSOU MAGAZINE

28.12.07 Fri-Son, Fribourg: nénuphar is what we are (tragibordelic pop songs)[feat. at least 3 (!) ex-members of choeur d'enfants "Croque-Lune" from Cercle Scolaire Villaz-St-Pierre  - ...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 09:10:00 GMT

Le Roland-Garros de Monsieur Kouchner

[Coup droit, revers, si je mens, je vais au ministère des affaires étrangères]
Posted by on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 15:34:00 GMT

A ma décharge, je souffre encore des séquelles de mon fort étrange accident d'auto-tamponneuse.

Et si tu es triste, je te raconterai des histoires de citrons verts et de paysages maritimes.
Posted by on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 17:39:00 GMT

Et que dire de tous ces gens qui prennent feu sous tes yeux?

"On ne reste pas parce qu'on aime certaines personnes ; on s'en va parce qu'on en déteste d'autres. Il n'y a que le moche qui vous fasse agir."Boris Vian, in L'Arrache coeur
Posted by on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 17:33:00 GMT

Nénuphar is what we are (made of)

______________________"Marty's fulla blood, isn't he?""sure is.""is that what we're made of?""mostly.""mostly what?""mostly blood and bones and pain."Charles Bukowski: Notes of a dirty old man
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 17:08:00 GMT

Some very intoxicating lyrics for a very intoxicating song: Migala - Gurb Song

Migala - Gurb Song(Album: « Así duele un verano », Acuarela, 1999) I wanted someone to enter my life like a bird that comes into a kitchen And starts breaking things and crashes with doors...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 16:43:00 GMT

"The Old Man Who Read Love Stories" (Luis Sepúlveda)

(avril 2003)
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 16:02:00 GMT

One more, please!

2003
Posted by on Tue, 13 Feb 2007 05:54:00 GMT

You smoke too many cigarettes in too many strawberry fields

(mars 2006)
Posted by on Sun, 11 Feb 2007 11:10:00 GMT