(Scrap Iron ?) : Now this is some sort of tribute to doing nothing. Also a tribute to an old punk friend, rebellious but hard-working, and his miniature asphalted backyard, filled with wheel caps and a rusty car door, bathing in the sun, rusting in the summer heat, beside the fence. I kind of stole a line from a rich old Québec songwriter (…to lie down on the asphalt…), I guess he doesn’t know and probably doesn’t care. I'm sure he's lying on the ground somewhere around the world right now. (Altough I don't think he likes the sun). That’s from his only essential song, in my opinion – I won’t reveal the title. The music to my song was finished in the “studio” (our rehearsal space), toward the end of all recordings. I hurried to finish writing it, probably the only pressure I had to deal with along the process !

> words

...listen to some mp3's

VIDEOS

Boo-Hoo !