Olive the Jerk 2

It had been pretty violent.  Light depression had nicely sprung up during the previous months : huge familial constraints, couples’ usual frustrations, calls for a idealized independent life, political disillusionments linked to that Weimar’s-period-like French atmosphere and that little  Cracked Bell  side… Ok, let’s say it !  Midlife crisis … Ten years ago, I found the lyrics of the  Frustration ’s song ( x ) a bit of a cliché, I laughed a lot with Joe Ollmann’s  Mid-Life  comics, but I was finally in scope.  The long summer heat finally blew me out. One of those typical Camus/Meursault heats that made you lost control. After five nights of full insomnia, all the dikes of rationality collapsed, gave way to an impressive torrent of emotions and feelings that drove me nuts and ended up in a beautiful, emotionally violent, familial burn-out… Boys don’t cry , my ass... My dear girlfriend took quickly action and saved me fr...

Festivals aren't my cup of tea.   But there are a few exceptions : one of them is the Reunion Island Rock à la Buse   x 2-days festival. Because of the nice organizing independant team with its jovial bunch of volunteers and the faithful, restless audience of punks, rockers and modern pirates. A XXIst century version of Libertalia ? Because of the firmly punk-rock-oriented programme which allows the novice to touch on all the facets of this musical movement (garage, gothic, electropunk, hardcore, noise, rock'n'roll, experimental, math rock...), federates all those rock tribes and always offers nice discoveries of awesome bands...  Because of the place itself :  La Cité des Arts , which is an airy, pleasant, urban designed place, with specific Art exhibitions, a small outdoor stage and of course, the medium-size concert hall  Le Palaxa... Because Le Palaxa   is a not-too-crowded place, fully equipped with a vital-in-March air-co...