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Is a Journey is A Poem?

Tittle : Man on The Train (L Homme du train)
Directed by : Patrice Leconte
Actor : Jean Rochefort and Johnny Hallyday

man-on-the-train.jpgWhen u’re looking for poem in a film, maybe close to Dead Poem Society, then u’ve to take a look to this movie. Man on The Train is beautifully touching French’s film that reveals the hidden passion of a man, while he has what so called second change. French’s films is kinda beautifull ones which kill u slowly.

Its beginning with a train. Fast scenery from a moving window, and sound of iron tire on a massive reel collecting a distant mysterious sound. When a man called Milan (Johnny Hallyday) was disembarking from a train in a quiet lonely town, he meet a local people named Manesquier (Jean Rochefort). The ordinary good Manesquier refer his new friend place to stay in his house. Hotel was closed due to lack of tourist in November.

They basically were two different kind of men. Milan tended to silent, not to ask question and a traveler. His purpose in that small town was to robe its local bank. On the contrary, Manesquier was talkative and conservative indeed. He is an old retired poetry teacher. A man with his daily life : read a book, play piano and shopping a bread at near store.

Their interaction is the main part of this movie. One shared their experience to other. Milan learnt to like poems and rode a book. He enjoyed settling in Manesquier’s big old 18th century house. While the owner had his ‘wild guy conversation’ has well responded by his guest. His ambition was to be a bad guy sometimes. Something to break his routine life. To explore different continents and never drop the anchor.

He knew then, Milan was a robber, but instead of drive out his guess, he liked and offered some help : a strange old politeness. And Milan knew how to thank, how to learn an ordinary life. They both shared their long awaited passions and dreams.

One beautifull poem from this movie which became a main narative to its audience (maybe like “Pecahkan saja gelasnya..” in AADC), I listed below.

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Izzy Jazzy

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(from JakJazz – 26 Nov 2006, Istora Senayan)

To the Shakatak which i didn’t ever see u : Nevermind!

I came lately with Owi but i still saw some remarkable show.

First, i headed to Betawi Terrace at second floor, for Deti and her sister had been watching over there before. And also I want to hear west composition. At the stage : a Singapore pianist – The Jeremy Montero and two-time Grammy Award winner – Ernie Watts played intense jazz soul with beautifully improvisation. The saxophone master who has recorded more then 500 songs over his music career seems not too bad opening my attending here. Relieving!

Gilang, Indra Lesmana and Pra (P.I.G) played so hard until i couldnt get it. Maybe it’s a wonderful composition for Jazzer maniacs, but not me … :P. It’s too complex. So I went to Ondel-ondel Stage – the biggest outdoor stage – for Dwiki Dharmawan was playing amusingly with his “World Peace Project”. He played with white keyboard-guitar (or so called keytar) style (maybe Roland AX-7?) like Car Park North. So fast as he looked like a guitar player. Wowh!!

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Alakazam ! Thom Erase My Whirling

The Eraser

I confess. I truly couldn’t avoid it. Thom did it. Like the holy healer in a yoga theraphy session. The mystical drug of my freak and dizzy state of mind. I even didn’t think I’m entering the medical treatment. I’m juzt following the nature of sound produced by both patient and doctor at the gloomy hospital so called The Eraser (XL Record, 2006).

Unordinary peacefull of the unordinary drug.

He seems always explore what is unpreditable. What is next will come out. The synthesizer oh no..what they called? Keyboard… whatever, starting rhyme in several tracks and always roaming for several frequency that hold ur breath. Greenwood played it wif brittle mess (The Eraser – 4:55). Like breeze. Or the music of trees. Following the begining of my journey. Again, it almost similar with fourth Radiohead album, Kid A. Groovy bas with monotone touch (Black Swan – 4:49). Everything in its right place, rite? Thom voice, minimalist, soft drum, low section, ‘random’ artificial sound, mostly inchoate, what else?

Tic..tac.. tic.. the seconds of The Clock (4:13) is moving in steady. Acoustic guitars which never changes course till the end try to hypnotize u. Some insects makes clatter to bear ur inner ego. To let it go.

And I like when the rain is singing (And It Rained All Nite – 4:15). Trembling and cold sound followed by Thom singing spirit. Its haunting. C’mon…wake up and get out in the middle of the rain in the middle of the nite. Thom was inspired from his insomnia moment in NY, when the rain chucked down. And he started to write this song. “It was things like that, little pockets of excitement that I’d missed for so long”, he said.

I dancing with my unconsciesnes. It’s so damned beatifull (Analyse – 4:02). Melting with the piano of the avant-garde melody. It was a gentle effort to collect all the shredded in one riff. Follow the chopper tenor of Yorke’s folk. Keep urself dreaming of the dancing queen.

Now, play a ballad to celebrate the peace (Atoms For Peace – 5:13). It is an outstanding bass riff inside. I feel in the cold mountain now. Hear, the eerie sound behind the hill. Hear again, the slicing sound that makes u calm. It’s kinda ironic, isn’it?

I’m eerie to be so happy.

Half empty, haf full. The unfinished beats. The journey isn’t end yet. Now, I’m in the wood. Alone with trees, bushes, cold air and some sense of relief. Im collecting all sign. I search for the light. It is quite dark up here. The strange still whats surrounding me. Im compelling sketches and rendering it with all my patience. It is a temptation (Skip Divided – 3:35).

Can u see the light? I see it a little. I catch the sign. I feel the passion (Harrowdown Hill – 4:38) Huff, I wont pass the last moment. I wont stop playing.
I start understand the rule : “Let digital burbles and woozy drones rhyme”. So, I have to get a cease. My whirling is the way i think. Gotcha! the last puzzle is revealed. The dose is perfect. I think my dream is accomplished (Cymbal Rush – 5:15)

Light.. all rite, i can see it now.

Feel eerie
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