How beautiful these videos are, the most popular music. They remind me of the atmospheres I breathed as a child, my collecting brothers would show me old Super 8 reels (I might be out of place talking about this), old movies, comedies, boxing matches, and old strummed wooden guitars, iron, without strings. Summer, closed shutters, smoke, with the light of the projector creating an atmosphere of old modern fairy tales, strange figures taking shape, moving on the wall in my childish imagination until the spell ended and the Sunday afternoon film was over. For the adults, the magic of football began, and everyone was out playing. But today I find those figures on the walls thanks to the contradiction of technology. Finding those reels, reopening that door in the wall, rediscovering that childish fantasy for an afternoon.
Soundies: Black Music from the 1940s
I watch this video with you, unfortunately restored, about 30 minutes long. I believe few people like it and among those many who changed, I proudly included myself as a novice Fantozzi.