Mont de Marsan '77
Where Are The MANIACS ?
A MARC ZERMATI
… MdM ‘77 : Beaucoup en parle
… CERTAINS Y ETAIENT !
- FRIDAY
- SATURDAY
- Mister ALAN LEE SHAW Interview
- FRIDAY
- SATURDAY
- Mister ALAN LEE SHAW Interview
It’s falling on Me. Sure, No choice for Christophe l’Epingle : the survivors are less & less now. 2 or 3 thousands present in the bull ring on summer holidays, but only a third with regard to punk attitude. Take off tourists and observers in this south of France attraction, 32 years after, with Parisians dope destructions and too much alcohol for the donkeys (the opposite if you want), that’s the reality. Today, nearly No One to speak about the graal Punk movement : MONT DE MARSAN 77.
Of course, you cast back about the others graal places pinhead addicts : 1 Hundred Club, RoXy or Vortex… I was in too, but from january 78, Barnum Circus was over.
Mdm 77… ok… I don’t wanna lie : I don’t remember everything. I’d re-read that it’s possible and not with a slice-bar profile. In final appreciation, my surrendings are not far like the 77 journalistic comments… hum… hum… the serious papers, not the pink Closer ‘newpapers’ (unfortunately I don’t speak about the fantastic Le Havre famous label, and, of course, about Manchester), like Gala, plunging into a typical and frightful punk hunting in the poor 77 Giscard France atmosphere (young guys, you can’t imagine it…).
It’s true, life was not easy for these plain Patrick Eudeline specimen. Ho nooooooo ! I’m not objective with Patrick… 15 years before the Bruel swindle.
But, I’m getting out of the main way (Pat, I go back to you in a few moments for serious subjects), ’cause the subject for them was to talk about our fooleries with the intention to offer this kind of strange attitudes to the readers, between the jelly-fishes stranded and Tour de France arrival (in august time, no problem, itinerant druggists are in the right place).
Some samples ?
- Pierced ear in public lavatories with the safety pin – Yes, We Can ! Hum… just me, ’cause Rachel and Killer Kelly were near the definitive breakdown.
- On video on the top, white Anarchy in Mont de Marsan a car tagged – Yes, We Can ! Lock at it, it’s fast, big size seated on the hood, it’s me with Killer Kelly on his knees, playing with adhesive tape, I suppose (after, he remains in the same position for another reason : Joe Sent Me are playing today Too Drunk To Fuck, I’m not surprising at you).
- The music festival participants eviction from the municipal camping a day before the first play – Yes, We Can ! The result is a massive folding of punks in a field (like sheeps) out of the city (a sort of Woodstock revisited). In definitive, it was not a source of annoyance ’cause we were in just for 2 or 3 hours a night to sleep. No free place in downtown hotels impressed by the British invaders. It was a good situation : try to recover near the Damned were pitch their camp…. Thanks to No One !
Sure, like a speedy Japanese (call forth in Olivensteins’ famous song ‘Fier de ne Rien Faire’) with a Pentax Box on his belly, it was a real endless party for Mont de Marsan local population. Rat’s provocations are not easy to immortalize, except if you hear ’shitty punk’ near the arena area. We hear, Killer Kelly still remember it.
It don’t break two legs for the duck as we can hear in our deep Normandy, at home. Dicky we are, dickies we stay.
Advanced rather silly indeed, ’cause since the end of 76, we have a band. It’s the first Punkus PontAudemerius specimen know to them as Action Joe name. It seems other formations had appeared since these early times. Social Bastards for example. Owner of this kind’ name, they bring back money from their postman, I suppose.
Hey !!!! We talk about Mont de Marsan 77 …. We talk about Patriiiiiiiiiiiiick ….
Yeap ! I don’t forget it, but it existing a strange flair in Pont-Audemer where punk spirit broadened into a grin. Him, Killer Kelly, Him La Rachel, Me and Christophe l’Epingle all from this place, I’m almost certain of it.
Who is the Pin ? What is he doing here ? Was he in Mdm ?
Hum… he’s the plugged2 writer : videos and photos are in the right place but he wasn’t in Mdm77. Thank for this kind of (good) question : where are you in august 77* ? You never tell me.
Now, I can’t spare the Mdm77 true story. Know your wasted week.
And… Patriiiiiiiiiiiiick ? In a few moments if you want… No… it’s like a 999 call…. I evacuate it now !
*The Pin’s answer : spend my time between Rouen and London.
They want to know. I must tell the story now. Hey Killer, I relate him it ? Ok… time’s up… well, what about it ? what else ?
L’Epingle lived in London, a sick young guy out of its course, a strange rule laying down by his Catholic school. No choice – London 77… like a sheep in the wolf’s house.
Anus dei have a prayer for him.
London is too far now to save his soul, with a Lourdes long way round, it comes in the same thing. All is over, and probably, we are keeping in the dark about his true story. No time to write a novel on it ’cause it’s not our today only care. Nevertheless, London 77 is an unquestionable ground of our self-interests.
Posté le :
13 juillet 2009 par punkmemory .
Commentaires: 3
Commentaires
Commentaire de
KK
Date :
11 août 2009 ,
16 h 00 min
Y en a qui vont pleurer, pour certain le punk rock ça ne peut être ces tronches là, ça ne peut être ce son là.
Kesako, y avait de la vie avant 1982 ?
En tout cas y avait pas de futur après 1977 !
Commentaire de
caroline de france
Date :
11 août 2009 ,
20 h 54 min
Du beau monde sur cette affiche, le prix es plus qu attrayant. Pour une fois je regrette de ne pas avoir 1 ou 2 ans de plus. Papa maman m auraient peut être donné un petit billet.
Commentaire de
BB****
Date :
30 août 2009 ,
16 h 51 min
Beau travail ….
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