If Jil is Lucky, I am too. Fortunate that this overture was not rudely swallowed in the ocean of spam promising Ugandan tax free dollars and counterfeit pills to graft on an erection.
Jil, it appears, is a twenty-four-year-old itinerant "wanderer". Living in Paris for now, quite possibly flying by night at Harlem’s All Saints Church, or promenading on the Andes Road. According to his EMI sponsored press release, he handpicked those musicians who trade notes on his LP "between Prague’s ghetto and the fiery neighborhoods of Algeria’s Sidi Bel-Abbès".
I don't know quite whether to believe this or not. The world is framed by spin.
Jil's "world', on the contrary, "is deeply religious. My brother is the muslim, the pope is on my right, the Hindu one behind, and my feet form the ninth branch of a menorah..." And so on.
Whatever the prosaic reality - prozac, even - I found myself quite enjoying a number of those songs which punctuate the chutzpah. This one in particular, which reminds me vaguely of something Tom Verlaine's Television might have transmitted during, or just after, their "Adventure" broadcast of 1979.
If you are less insulted than impressed, Jil is Lucky will be performing in London at The Monton Water Rats, March 9th. And if that still doesn't appease said injurious slant, one might still procure a ticket for their February 13th show at Le Rack AM, Bretigny Sur Orge.
photograph by raphael lugassey.
▼ JIL IS LUCKY: I MAY BE LATE from "Jil Is Lucky" LP (Roy / EMI) 2010
4 comments:
I guess the lawyers of one Thomas Miller will be in touch shortly.
Possibly. I wonder if Tom is possessed of a litigious bent ?
Actually. The album is pretty decent, albeit it struck me that "I May Be Late" is not really indicative of JIL as a whole. A provacative hybrid of genres and intent; it's not easy to evaluate it "at first glance".
In the press release, he cites three indespensable albums as:
"Nevermind"; "Velvet Underground & Nico"; and Leonard Cohen's "Songs From A Room".
The second two I definitely get, but "Nevermind" escapes me. Oh well.
The dude clearly has a weirdly cultivated sense of humour. Closer inspection may reap some very odd rewards.
ib I wish you a good weekend when it comes around, trust all is well in the Big City. I must admit it is still very Baltic in this neck of the woods but at least the snow is gone...for now.
I'm coming down from an adrenalin fuelled Hell at work today, not even an overdose of Maynard's Wine Gums will get me out of this unsavoury feeling on anxiety...only sleep will do it methinks...trouble is while in the grip of such irritability I won't be able too
Your comment came through here just as I was putting the above post together on The Electric Prunes, Löst Jimmy. Better that than Electric Soup. Or an overdose of Wine Gums.
Sleep it off. And if you dream too much, let them be euphoric and fantastical.
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