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Rating: So I was taking my father to get the Pfizer. At the last minute, I went with my wife's car. Mine wouldn't even start. Damn injectors. The red zone prevented me from retrieving, there at my parents', the discs that come to me from abroad. The one from Baier? I unwrap and slip it into the player, eager for that confident, polite, ineffable voice. After all, my old man, born in 1940, is a bit deaf and won't complain. I keep all his 45s. He's given up music for years (something I can't understand, unlike never wanting to get a driver's license). Well, the ones I prefer, strictly from when he emigrated to Switzerland, are “Mr. Paganini” by Fitzgerald, "Tous Les Garçons/Oh Oh Chéri" by Françoise graceful Hardy and Ray Charles (“I Can't Stop Loving You"). There are, then, Chubby Checkers, Charles Aznavour, Gilbert Bécaud, and, besides Betty Curtis, a lot of Celentano and Robertino. All stored in a tin box, “Tre Marie” panettone, used to the cynical irony of time.
Well, in the car, it's only a dozen kilometers. To do, however, with slowness, since the urban circuit surpasses the more suitable rural scenarios. Mothers and children, strolling, on bike paths. Ladies in jogging pants, waddling, upon which even paternal gazes rest, devoid of deficit.
The less transitory fact, however, is Sibylle Baier. That perplexed irrationality in which she immerses you, that stretches over every rational certainty and instinct. Yes, because, in short, listening makes you transparent. A transparency without expectations. A non-consoling transparency. But neither indifference. There's no resignation that becomes despair, nor tranquility or sense of trust. Nor regret. A transparency of being, here and now. Without destination. It's music that writes an unfinished book. It is. It has withstood every test. And whatever. Or something like that.
Sibylle composed these songs for her son, after giving up her film career (she was in “Alice in the Cities” by Wenders). She sang her folk pieces on the guitar. She recorded them at night, in 1973, on her battery-operated recorder. She lulled her little one thus, singing from the other room, while he slept. A dialogue without divine words on the lips. But in a familiar and deifying language.
That son found, thirty years later, those tapes and transferred them to 10 CDs to give as Christmas gifts to his close relatives. By chance, one came to the ears of J Mascis, leader of Dinosaur Jr., who, temporarily interrupted the habit of tormenting his bandmate Lou Barlow, understood the totally unfathomable beauty of these songs and facilitated their publication (by Orange Twin Records). So, since 2006 we can all hear those songs that weren't meant for us.
"Forget About" is the song I can't get out of my head. Because Sibylle sings with velvet fingers these verses, that gently squeeze the throat:
"You made me forget
To have, want, do
And suddenly I feel proud
To be, without saying a word
You made me forget
Past and pain
Time, you slipped
Like a soft, sudden, summer shower
You make me feel good
You make me
So good, you made me forget
And suddenly I discovered it
Oh, it's beautiful the way you wear your shirt
You make me feel good, you made me forget everything".
A dedication that, in closing, we discover is not to the beloved, but to the little son.
I leave my father near the entrance, sitting on a wall, park, and rush back to him. When I slammed the car door, I locked Sybille Baier in a thought. How many such songs remain unknown to us?
Dad, in the end, it wasn't me running in those corridors, it was you shuffling your legs awkwardly, unlike ever before. But forget it, come on.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Tonight (02:27)
Tonight when I came home from work, hurt
tonight when I came home from work
there he unforeseen sat in the kitchen
buttering himself a bread
and the cat was on his knee
and smiled at me
tonight when I came home from work
tonight when I came home from work
there he unforeseen passed the guitar
and said "I battered my car
right now won't you please give me your chair"
we had a change of the moon
we had a change of the moon
tonight when I came home from work
tonight when I came home from work
tonight when I came home from work
there he unforeseen changed in the lazy chair
and said "what's that sorrow you bear?"
and I could tell him, he understood
he gently took my arm
he listened to my tears till dawn
I dedicate this song to you
tonight we had change of the moon
we had change of the moon
tonight when I came home from work
tonight when I came home from work
tonight tonight tonight
03 The End (02:31)
it's the end, friend of mine
it's the end, friend of mine
time is over where we could simply say I love you
now you opened the door
leave me crying
trying to embrace you again
trying to face this damn situation man
I can't
It's the end, friend of mine
It's the end, sweet friend of mine
dear friend, I cannot tell the reasons why we started well
good time, give me some wine when you open the door
you seem hurt, don't try to speak a word to me
what on earth could really go wrong with you and me?
yet its the end, friend of mine
it's the end, sweet friend of mine
time seems to be over where we could simply say I love you
now you opened the door
I feel cold
wakened, I hold you in my arms
told you that life is short but love is old
it's the end, friend of mine
it's the end, sweet friend
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By Seb
The intimacy of the album’s 14 tracks is undeniably adorable, and the accompaniment is as sparse as it is fascinating.
These songs are the splendid result of an uncontrollable necessity, and her soft and hypnotic voice becomes the means to release through sound the impressions, feelings, and ghosts of a sensitive and receptive mind.
