Norma Loy a trouvé un style qui lui est très spécifique. Un groupe légendaire, avec de très belles pochettes de disques. J'ai eu la chance de les voir dans le Nord Bretagne, c'était incroyable !
C'était bien aux Hespérides. C'était la première fois que je venais aux Hespérides mais pas la dernière fois. J'habitais à l'époque au nord de Paimpol, et je me souviens avoir eu un peu de mal à trouver la salle, il faisait nuit noire et je ne connaissais pas trop les environs. J'en garde de très bons souvenirs. Je pense d'ailleurs que j'ai le concert quelque part dans ma cave sur une K7. Je crois que je suis revenu voir African Head Charge dans cette salle, sauf erreur de ma part. J'ai un doute car j'ai vu tellement de concerts dans ma jeunesse. Autre endroit que je fréquentais, c'était le Coatélan à Plougonven, ils passaient de l'excellente musique ( Xymox, Poésie Noire... ) et ils avaient de très bons concerts.
Lyric: Norma Loy - 1964 Shadows When the night locks up the light And that I stay here laid up in the darkness I become heavy I get benumbed Staring at the curtains Staring at curtains There is time to wait - Time to be sick Staring at the curtains Staring at the curtains Staring at the curtains Ho yes I cry Darling - Yes I cry But the men aren't deads my darling Ho yes I cry Darling - Yes I cry Without to know that the deads aren't men Staring at the curtains. Then they come in silence Begot by glasses Begot by the web Some of them clinging at the ceiling Some of them going through the walls & some of them floatting No meaning to those things Oh they come all over me Oh they swing all over me God why is it so cold while they keep silence ? & why am I so far from the room & why am I so far from the gloom ? They are black over black and belong to the night Shadows of the night Shadows of the night Ho yes I cry Darling - Yes I cry But the men aren't deads my Darling Yes I cry Ho yes I cry Darling - Yes I cry Without to know that the deads aren't men Staring at the curtains...
was in love of norma still sixteeen like tuxdomoon and bauhaus and nursewithwounds and virginprun... and not U2 and not police and brecht and siglo........ ans
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