Première image ? Celle qui s'imprime sous mes paupières quand j'écoute ce morceau de James Brown. Une montée sur le ring. les coulisses avant d'entrer sur scène... Le théâtre comme la Boxe, comme la vie !
Vous aimeriez choisir ? Et pouvoir vous regarder droit dans les yeux ?
Choisir entre ces 2 monstres sacrés, plantés devant la leur, glace ou miroir, comme il vous plaira, mais plongeant sans détour en eux-mêmes, y puisant l'énergie pour la journée qui vient, y trouvant du sens à tout le reste...
A vrai dire, j'ai fait le mien de choix. James sonne la révolte quand Michael réveille l'enfant, Brown est âpre, amer, rugueux, ténébreux quand Jackson est ample, idéal, sucré, plein d'espoir.
Je dois bien reconnaître que l'une n'excluera pas l'autre, chacun se complète. Interminable montée d'adrénaline avant d'entrer sur le ring côté James Brown. Mélancolie douce de l'innocence perdue côté Michael Jackson. Mais partout la beauté, l'intensité. Intactes. Au rendez-vous !
Je vous laisse donc choisir, ou pas. Je repense pour finir à un détail qui confirme mon intuition : j'ai vraiment découvert et aimé James Brown pendant mes années lilloises. Passage ardu (19 à 23 ans). Juste après avoir croisé la légende à l'hôtel du Palais de Biarritz en 1991 alors que j'y effectuai un stage d'été comme serveur... Grand été Biarrot.
Michael Jackson reste profondément associé à mes années marocaines (j'avais plutôt entre 10 et 11 ans).
Voilà, tout est dit !
THE MAN IN THE GLASS.
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
and the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and have a look at yourself
And see what that man has to say
For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Who judgement upon you must pass
For the fellow who's verdict counts most in this life
Is the one staring back from the glass
Some people may say you're a straight-shootin' chum
And call you a wonderful guy
But the man in the glass thinks you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye
He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest
For he's with you clear up to the end.
And you've passed your most difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
and get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
if you've cheated the man in the glass.
and the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and have a look at yourself
And see what that man has to say
For it isn't your father or mother or wife
Who judgement upon you must pass
For the fellow who's verdict counts most in this life
Is the one staring back from the glass
Some people may say you're a straight-shootin' chum
And call you a wonderful guy
But the man in the glass thinks you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye
He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest
For he's with you clear up to the end.
And you've passed your most difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
and get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
if you've cheated the man in the glass.
THE MAN IN THE MIRROR.
I'm gonna make a change, for once in my life
It's gonna feel real good, gonna make a difference. Gonna make it right...
As I turn up the collar on my favorite winter coat. This wind is blowin' my mind
I see the kids in the street, with not enough to eat
Who am I, to be blind ? Pretending not to see their needs
A summer's disregard, a broken bottle top Aand a one man's soul.
They follow each other on the wind ya' know 'Cause they got no where to go. That's why I want you to know.
I'm starting with the man in the mirror. I'm asking him to change his ways. And no message could have been any clearer. If you wanna make the world a better place. Take a look at yourself, and then make a change.
I've been a victim of a selfish kind of loveIt's time that I realize...
It's gonna feel real good, gonna make a difference. Gonna make it right...
As I turn up the collar on my favorite winter coat. This wind is blowin' my mind
I see the kids in the street, with not enough to eat
Who am I, to be blind ? Pretending not to see their needs
A summer's disregard, a broken bottle top Aand a one man's soul.
They follow each other on the wind ya' know 'Cause they got no where to go. That's why I want you to know.
I'm starting with the man in the mirror. I'm asking him to change his ways. And no message could have been any clearer. If you wanna make the world a better place. Take a look at yourself, and then make a change.
I've been a victim of a selfish kind of loveIt's time that I realize...
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