Showing posts with label RIP. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RIP. Show all posts
Petit hommage à la chanteuse Maurane (+ biographie)
Maurane, de son véritable nom Claudine Luypaerts est née le 12 novembre 1960 à Ixelles en Belgique. Ses parents sont musiciens : sa mère est pianiste et son père est directeur d'un conservatoire de musique. Elle grandit avec son frère et sa sœur, baignés dans la musique classique, entre Bach et Debussy. La jeune Claudine commence l'apprentissage de la musique par des cours de violon à l'âge de huit ans. Détestant toute forme de scolarité, elle pratique par elle-même le piano puis la guitare. Mais en fait, elle est enchantée par les comédies musicales comme "West Side Story" ou les "Demoiselles de Rochefort". Et ce qui lui plaît surtout, c'est le chant.
À 16-17 ans, elle participe à des concours et à divers festivals. Elle se fait appeler à ce moment-là, Claudie Claude. En 1979, elle participe au spectacle intitulé "Brel en mille temps" d'Albert-André Lheureux avec Philippe Lafontaine et Daria de Martynoff (qui écrit pour elle aujourd'hui). C'est là que Pierre Barouh, compositeur français reconnu, la découvre. Après quelques échanges plus ou moins difficiles entre eux, il décide de produire son premier 45T sur son label Saravah. "J'me roule en boule" sort en 1980.
Plusieurs autres 45T suivent sans grand succès : "Fais soleil" en 81, "T'as pas la pêche" en 83, "Moi l'argent, toi jeune" en 85. Pendant ces années, elle vit de petits contrats en chantant dans les rues et les restaurants, devenant choriste à l'occasion, sur les albums de Jo Lemaire ou de Philippe Lafontaine.
In Memory of Nelson Mandela
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| Freedom and Peace, RIP Nelson Mandela, sketch by Ben Heine © 2013 |
In memory of Nelson Mandela. My small tribute for a hero. RIP. Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela was a South African anti-apartheid revolutionary, politician, and philanthropist who served as President of South Africa from 1994 to 1999.
The Childhood He Has
Never Known
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Childhood
By Michael Jackson
Have you seen my childhood?
I’m searching for the world that I come from
’cause I’ve been looking around
In the lost and found of my heart...
No one understands me
They view it as such strange eccentricities...
’cause I keep kidding around
Like a child, but pardon me...
People say I’m not okay
’cause I love such elementary things...
It’s been my fate to compensate,
For the childhood
I’ve never known...
Have you seen my childhood?
I’m searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates in adventurous dreams,
Of conquest and kings on the throne...
Before you judge me, try hard to love me,
Look within your heart then ask,
Have you seen my childhood?
People say I’m strange that way
’cause I love such elementary things,
It’s been my fate to compensate,
For the childhood I’ve never known...
Have you seen my childhood?
I’m searching for that wonder in my youth
Like fantastical stories to share
The dreams I would dare, watch me fly...
Before you judge me, try hard to love me.
The painful youth I’ve had
Have you seen my childhood...
By Michael Jackson
Have you seen my childhood?
I’m searching for the world that I come from
’cause I’ve been looking around
In the lost and found of my heart...
No one understands me
They view it as such strange eccentricities...
’cause I keep kidding around
Like a child, but pardon me...
People say I’m not okay
’cause I love such elementary things...
It’s been my fate to compensate,
For the childhood
I’ve never known...
Have you seen my childhood?
I’m searching for that wonder in my youth
Like pirates in adventurous dreams,
Of conquest and kings on the throne...
Before you judge me, try hard to love me,
Look within your heart then ask,
Have you seen my childhood?
People say I’m strange that way
’cause I love such elementary things,
It’s been my fate to compensate,
For the childhood I’ve never known...
Have you seen my childhood?
I’m searching for that wonder in my youth
Like fantastical stories to share
The dreams I would dare, watch me fly...
Before you judge me, try hard to love me.
The painful youth I’ve had
Have you seen my childhood...
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Detail.
Detail
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Please, don't miss
my other M J portraits:
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M J - Heal the world
M J - INVINCIBLE
M J - Text Portrait
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Please, don't miss
my other M J portraits:
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M J - Heal the world
M J - INVINCIBLE
M J - Text Portrait
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I N V I N C I B L E
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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One of my portraits of the King... RIP
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We Had Him
By Maya Angelou (*)
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
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(*) Dr. Maya Angelou is an American poet born in 1928. She is known as one of the great voices of contemporary literature. As a poet, educator, historian, best-selling author, actress, playwright, civil-rights activist, producer and director, she continues to travel the world, spreading her wisdom. Within the rhythm of her poetry and elegance of her prose lies Angelou's power to help readers of every orientation span the lines of race.
The above poem was written by Maya Angelou for Michael Jackson's public memorial at the Staples Center in Los Angeles. It was read by Queen Latifah, one of the many celebrities that paid tribute to the King of Pop. (Source)
.The above poem was written by Maya Angelou for Michael Jackson's public memorial at the Staples Center in Los Angeles. It was read by Queen Latifah, one of the many celebrities that paid tribute to the King of Pop. (Source)
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