Black Devil Disco Club
is the project by Bernard Fevre which he started in 1978 in a suburb of Paris with the help of synthesizers and a tape recorder. The LP «Disco Club» was so ahead of its time that it got unearthed by Rephlex Records only in 2004. Prins Thomas, In Flagranti and Quiet Village are amongst those who contributed remixes. Fevre himself re-animated the monster with his second album «28 After», yes twenty eight years after his debut.
Along with a thalasso youth cure.
To forget about the fact that I’m drunk.
In French the bubble equals to zero. So nul, so no bubble.
The beach never really relaxed me, so I’d play «Freedom Of Choice».
So I get my mayo right.
But I couldn’t run for long enough to listen to it in its entirety.
Now that’s efficient to keep the stress level down.
Easy one, my studio is at my place, so all it takes is to increase the volume of 10db on the monitors. Luckily my neighbours enjoy my music.
I never drove a car (too much of a dreamer for that), so whenever I’m in a car I listen to whatever the driver listens to.
It’s not exactly adequate music for fishes though, at least I think so. Back in 66 when I was playing in the Cabaret in Paris, that was the music the strippers were dancing to. Definitely not the right music for fishes!
In my dreams, listening to the anthem from the Peking olympics.
In order to reach an all-time low and then bounce back up.
No music, the sounds emitted by my partner (sometimes heavenly, sometimes devilish) suffice.
Unfortunately I do not get to meet them no more, but to make them happy I’d play some French waltz on the accordion.
I sleep in order to forget I’m in a plane.
In this type of hotels, there are often several musics mixing up (like the people in other rooms). It’s sometimes funny but often ugly, I try to avoid that.
The clarinet of Sidney Bechet. A clarinet in bed is super cool, especially when it swings.
I compose music on the train’s tempo in my head, makes the travel seem shorter.
I wake up without any music. If I wake up in the city, I listen to the sound of the street, engines, cars braking and children yelling. In the country I listen to the songs of the rooster and the birds, and to the cows.
No need for anything but the music of the rain coming down and its smell on the ground.
To remind me I’m not god.
What I enjoyed the most at school was going out of it, and my taste in music was sometimes cheap and old-fashioned.
Maybe not the best, but the first. Went there with two English ladies whose hysterical yelling made me deaf, I was 18 years old.
But this one just before puking.
I was 18 years old and am still a little deaf towards English nowadays because of that.
But I’m not sure anymore if I was actually in love with the girl or with the Ray feeling.
My first piano lessons, fucking boring!
A track that I might have composed by then, an exclusive.
I was with a girl who smoked pot, and the more she smoked the more beautiful she found me.
It’s sugar mixed up with hairspray that makes girls’ hair stick to my cheeck but doesn’t stick the pieces of my heart back together.
James Brown playing with Devo and Black Devil Disco Club, with Carlton «Carly» Barrett (drummer of Bob Marley &The Wailers) on the drums, and Paul Mc Cartney on the bass.
An unknown energy that was so far away from my music lessons.
You know, that track from that French guy.
Sunday like any other day, I wake up without any music.
But only in Bass & Drums.
