14 posts tagged “océan leroy”
Well - I thought one world tour would be enough.. but at the end after the tour is before the tour, right? After a 6 months break to regenerate, I just rocked the feminist music festival rampenfiber (yeah, without an e) l in Vienna this week-end! read more in the next post below... then in october I'll be flying to the States to the next International Drag King Extravaganza with the theme "No Borders"... and then attend the ILGA trans*rights conference in Malta by the end of the month plus the anti-violence conference in San Sebastian by the end of November. A nice fall programme, I would say... you coming? :-)
http://missy-magazine.de/2009/09/20/rampenfiber-feministisches-musikfestival-wien-2409-bis-27092009/
Tja, wie wäre es mit ein bißchen Deutsch bloggen für einmal? Zur Ehre der tollen Festival Macherinnen des Fiber in Wien! Rampenfiber kommt eigentlich von Rampensau + Bühnenfieber, also mindestens ist das meine Definition und es trifft auch 100%. Fantastic programme, great musicians, cool mix and good discussions... I came back with awesome CDs from my colleagues and heard them while the washing machine was doing the drums... my Tshirts were soaked from energy, challenge to be back on stage after 6 months creative break, with some new stuff, but the most soaking experience was for sure the emotion of the audience, yeah, Vienna, I asked you to show me what you've got, und Ihr habt es mir echt gegeben :-) so, muß jetzt die Wäsche hängen. Und die CD von allroh noch einmal hören, die geht unter der Hautmembranen und läßt meine Sinnsensoren explodieren. Und danach Lissi Dancefloor Disaster, um den Schlafmangel ein wenig zu verschieben. Und danach, vielleicht, endlich mal tanzen. Äh, schlafen.
The audience at the theater is more than reserved. It seems we are doing a pionner work at the theater, first drag show ever in a mainstreamand quite official place. But Eye Wild Drag is doing the greatest job. High Class performances playing with lights, shadows, sounds and projections, we never were together on stage and we combine perfectly, neatlessly, flowing and flying to finally get the first reactions of an amazed bunch of spectators: yeah, we are marvellous between the genders! And we will show it the next eve at the nice "Pixelle" Bar, where Marlene joined us, and our brilliant CHEF cooks the most trans* tasteful dishes. One of them is "sodomize your taste"... wanna a bite? ;-)
Starving all along the week-end. Who said Italy has a great food? I only want to eat what Martina's cooking. But it seems we never manage anything else than Ciabattas and Pizza in the post exotic places between rehearsals and travelling and performing...
A friend told me I looked like a mega trav' with that dress.
No wonder i could win the Trav'Academy on December 28th in my childhood
town Nice ;-) Actually, I was simply on holiday with no intention
except doing nothing... didn't even know about clubs there until I met
Emmanuel (who gave me the flyer...) and Jean-Baptiste...
He said the Klub was THE club to go, the biggest gay venue on the Côte d'azur.
And
there was this drag contest coming up (actually, drag queen contest as
I am not so sure they saw many kings before last night...).
And the fact is I broke my rib by helping somebody on the train a couple of days ago...
And the person I trust most keeps telling me the stage is always healing me.
So
I decided to go. To heal, of course. I always forget everything on
stage. Pain, doubt, tireness, tensions, the stage is the place to be...
indeed I had no choice, right?
The very best was as the Ex of Jean Baptiste asked me: but how could you win if you're not even in drag? :-) Guys, I tell you, I have to work on my passing to allow more trans*visibility..
But the most important was to meet LaBlack, Emmanuel at the technique, Moussette, Ilona, Arnaud et Karim qui en a même décidé de tourner gay... hmm..
Alors comme j'ai gagné entre autres un week-end à Nice, je reviendrais y remettre le feu cet été!
(The
video is only for the hard core fans... be careful: I took the sound
away so your hears wouldn't be scratched forever... but be careful not
to screw your neck while watching...)
BONNE ET HEUREUSE ANNÉE À TOUS!!!! les chiffres de 2009 semblent dejá très érotiques non...? ;-9
Yeah, in 2008, I have indeed come full circle, and back in drag to see what´s on the slab... was ready to make it here, in Berlin, for one first and last time, and one time only, in the place that started it all. Six years crisscrossing borders, five continents, 24 frames per second and a couple of broken hearts later, including mine, back at the Schwuz in Berlin to pack it all into one evening only!
A show to break the surface and fathom the depths of Océan.... Beyond every horizon, the ebb and flow between the poles. Creation and destruction. Serenity and ferociousness. Male and female. Fluidity embodied. Abandon all borders, you who enter, and be ready to be swept away... Refuse to be contained. Stretch your comfort zone!
All the acts which had travelled around the globe with me plus all roles, all characters, all genders, all the best in a flamboyant CrissCrossing night with family & friends, and YEAH they were nearly all here at the Schwuz, came from Brussels, Hanover, London, Paris, Sao Paolo, for one night or one week. Oh gosh guys you made my day, well my night, so thank you so much for that celebration over the all borders!
Amaury came to help me remember these moments... Thank you so much, amor! ;-)
Getting ready... for the first show above one full hour!
First part was all about love...
... to complete the show by fucking lookism!!!!!!!!!
It all started last year, taking off somewhen in fall, somewhere between Vancouver and Sao Paulo, flying further to Amsterdam, Bilbao, Jakarta, New York.. and to Paris to complete the Tour at Le Divan du Monde, what a name - could there have been a better place to find some release after such a trip?
The film "Risk, Strech or Die" has been screened everywhere, and I was to be beamed with the multimedia show all around the places to accompany it !! discovering new audiences, new questions, new aspects of trangender life, new challenges which brought me nearer to myself... and further away from the film, which had been quite a trigger, a springboard, a chance to face own limits and new horizons.
Un show très bas résille et très poilu, très dénudé et très habillé, des artistes qui avaient plaisir d'être ensemble en coulisses et backstage, Télérama et Libé et les Inrocks ne pouvaient pas se tromper: PIGALLE WAS REALLY BACK en cette soirée du 9 Novembre! L'atmosphère du Divan plein à craquer nous met tous sur des ondulations de fréquences très intenses ... les oreilles sont affûtées, les yeux du public s'écarquillent entre nos genres et nos performances qui illuminent les murs, font vibrer les tympans et ruisseler les tempes... la scène transpire.
Je suis tellement transporté que j'oublie de crier au public que si je choisis de chanter Dure limite ce soir là, c'est aussi parce que c'est le 19ème anniversaire de la chute du mur. Qui aura reconnu la date? j'arrive au moins à citer Obama - we 're gonna break these walls...
La magie d'un moment imprévu entre le stress technique, un moment de concentration dans l'effervescence de la ruche multigenrée, une cigarette dans un courant d'air vif, le partage des intimités dans le backstage, aux côtés d'amis improbables et pourtant de confiance... Axel nous prend en photo. Intime, à peine remarqué. Je suis heureux d'avoir une trace sous toutes les coutures de ma rencontre avec Bambi... qui m'a touché par sa générosité, son understatement, son côté un peu timide... un rien incertaine, un rien super star, la grande classe... car ce soir-là, elle montait sur scène pour la première fois après 35 ans d'absence, et je crois que sa voix en a ému plus d'un(e)... moi en premier, qui la voit partir sur scène avec son manteau fourrée de plumes roses, son corps longiligne aux formes parfaites, quelle femme!!!!!!!!!
Je suis reparti un peu triste, déjà nostalgique, comme toujours quand je quitte une ville ou un pays où je viens de partager des moments intenses sur scène ou derrière les rideaux, avec des inconnus qui soudainement sont si proches qu'on aimerait les embrasser, sachant qu'on risque ne jamais les revoir..
It felt like a poetic end summer night dream..
The world is so small. especially when you notice your New Yorker freinds are friend with the friend of the friend who attended the show by surprise...
Lost in relations ;-)
What a welcome. It remembered me of Zurich Airport, warmly welcoming the French - for whatever reason -.. it is the first time in the tour the first words I read are: DEATH PENALTY. I have to think about the questionnaire I had to complete before entering the Indonesian territory: are you carrying film material? are you importing pornographic items to the country? Well. Is a stuffer pornographic? A dildo? A harnass? Is a multimedia show burnt on DVD a film? Shall I cross yes or no? I let you guess :-) at any case: I managed to get in easier than in Israel!!
