i don't know exactly why, but these three pieces go together (they just went) in my mind. the first reminds me very much of musical experiments of those musique concrete pioneers, those who did first ever sampling etc. by cutting and splicing and sticking back together tapes, acquiring that peculiar theatrical and maybe otherworldly mystical effect. the following somehow, structurally, i think, is build on the same philosophy of sampling to gain an atmospheric theatrical effect, rather than something musically beautiful (which happens anyway).. i somehow love this piece, with warm naive wording like "uncle albert plays the sax" ending abruptly, as if disappearing from the picture, and then appearing again, and that slightly detuned yellowish piano melody.. and that notorious french accent the majority of people find attractive makes "sax" sound like "sex", and "destruction" like "stretching", and you end up thinking that a song that makes reference to world war II (at least as far sax and destruction take you..), is about having a good time, i.e. having sex and streching :P (irrelevant, anyway)
which reminded me of the following - can't explain exactly why - there's the same note somewhere lingering, and the same disconnected voice sampling, but slightly darker (makes me think of resignation rather than soft nostalgia of the previous piece)
and finally this.. which is bouncy and not like the previous two pieces, but somehow the words that are said somewhere in between, towards the end, glue in with the rest of my thoughts and my feelings
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