Julien's

Improvised evening “song” about December, squirrels, nuts, guinea pigs, and childhood!

The first ever Ukulele Videotron goes deep inside but will keep it quiet outside.

Eat vegetables, eat fruit, and have a good day!

Following a uninterrupted flow of request letters from Videotron fans, I had no choice but to un-kill Videotron. As ever, it’s free of preparation, interpretation, qualification or consultation, and full of emotion.

Pimp on, Videotron.

I dedicate this Videotron to my elephant friend and my blog refreshment. Bisous et bonne nuit.

No comment because it’s just a French Fucking Videotron and I need to revamp this old piece of blog rather than playing guitar in my kitchen. I’m not HANGRY (the H makes more sense than me right now).

A special Videotron featuring a unique guest: Mr Y (my anonymous friend from Brittany) on the hidden guitar. Let’s be honest, the initial “happening” happened just before this, unexpectedly, and obviously without a recording, so we tried again, with a recording. It’s been different but we had pleasure, fun, no pain, and we don’t want glory as we know the consequences.

Hey world, two Videotron in a row is like a lot of non-sense for a short amount of time, or another way of using music, if music there is. Sorry music.

I’ve been trying to do a new videotron for months, but too much preparation kill the idea. So this one hasn’t been prepared and I’ve got a thought: should I do it more often so it gets better? I think it’s required for my own sake.

After a nice Sunday my mind turned into Videotron mode. Au menu, an other attempt of Complaint song (ex-Camper song for the fan – yes only one) and something I’ve decided to call Sweet song because it worths it. And err.. this is quite free.

After months Videotron is back but can’t do it too loud because there is a baby upstairs, I think.

This Videotron happened just before a marvelous spaghetti bolognaise dish cooked by miss A. To be honest I did a couple of attempt before this one, all rubbish because of two much preparation…

So, this is the only rule: don’t come to the Videotron, the Videotron comes to you. Enjoy (or cry, as usual).

This is a Sunday evening’ Videotron, second attempt. Again I started naked – not litteraly – and build up “something”. Oh and yes, this one is in my mothertongue: la France!

During last week’ Bobby McFerrin gig – amazing by the way – I got an idea, and a name for this idea: Videotron. I can’t really sort out why I choose this name but I liked it.

The idea of recording some kind of improvised performances – whatever it is: music, drawing, dance, singing, speaking, … – was there for a long time. So watching Bobby being so natural, free, happy (and he didn’t worry) in front of hundreds of people certainly make the connection in my mind to do something with these “happenings” that I generally share only with people in the same room as me.

For this first attempt I started with not much in mind, just my guitar in hands, until I saw Paul Arden’s best seller “Whatever you think, think the opposite“. So I really started from there and you might find that bad or not bad. Anyway, it just happened!