Sunny days, flower's blossom

Humm the sunny and warm days of spring are arriving in Paris, everyone starts wearing the most scandalously revealing cloth, we sweat in the metro, it's hot... so hot. The sexual tension arises in the city and everyone's aroused as can be(uh uh nice poetry eh?). I give you today: Paris Porn!


The story behind that music: seriously I was just playing some random A6th chords and then I had this slow melody in my mind. It needed another chord to keep going so I added a Dmaj7. It sounded alright to me at first but way unusual compared to my usual stuff. Then it came to me as a flash: it sounds like some... porn music. So I added some Latino style percussions and deep sexual voices, et voilà!

Paris Clem: revamping the sex industry with uber hot musical content.

You were right!

Yes, the Blog shutdown was indeed an April fool's prank! Don't worry, the Clem continues to irrigate the web with his facetious posts :)

To you my dear audience: YOU ROCK!

Salon de l'auto

I want to thank Thomas for the wonderful opportunity he gave me to go to the "Salon de l'auto" which is one the the world's greatest car manufacturer expo. It's a place full of state of the art new technologies, big names and charming hosts who wants to sell you their brand new middle class economy wagon. I tell you, my dear reader, that it's quite something in there. Unless you can't enter because your ticket isn't valid. Yes Thomas has Clem-ed up this week-end so give him a warm welcome in the Clem-uppers club! Anyhow, we had to change plans and we watched a beautiful movie called "Flic ou Zombie" which means "Cop or Zombie" but really its original English title was "Dead Heat". Sometimes I wonder if there is any English to French professional translator in this country.

edit -- Did I forget to mention that there were lacquered duck zombies in that movie?

To forget about what could have happened

I have just Clem-ed up. Let me explain: Clem book some plain tickets to go to the Oktoberfest and Clem select the departure Spetember 26th and the way back on the 28th. Then one day before Clem has to leave he checks the tickets. The return ticket's indeed the 28th, but OCTOBER the 28th, damn you past Clem!
Changin the ticket costs about 4 times the original price. So oktoberfest: Canceled.

The Great Crow Incident

First there is a terrifying scream tearing the sky. Horror from above, the feeling of an evil presence. It's the ghost of my fears, haunting my dreams, the insufferable memory. I am referring to the great crow incident, of course. It all started back in December 2007. I was in Bozeman, Montana (USA). There I was, walking from the university campus to my apartment at the Peter Koch Tower. It was one of these cold, bitter and gloomy day. The silence of the empty block was only disturbed by the crunchiness of my footsteps in the snow. My cheeks blushing, whipped by a freezing northern wind that the Gallatin valley liked to blow on it inhabitants. Suddenly I heard what will always bring chaos in my soul. The Crow was flying, majestically, with an hypnotizing movement. Deploying all his feathers, assured, with what we could interpret as being proud. I was captivated. Then came the shit. My jacket got attacked and the casualty was definitely visible. The attack had collateral damages that I'd rather not describe because this memory is still aching me deeply. The Crow, victorious, was flying, shouting his pride. At this moment I sworn I would one day take my revenge. My honor wouldn't stay unavenged. A stream a fury went trough my body, and I admit I started running after the crow, cursing all I could in all the languages I know with a rare intensity. Dear lord, I hope no one saw me that day, in that street because that person would have been stained and shocked by the absurd scene (or could have died of laughter).