Monday, May 28, 2007

Crazy how it fell last night...

What do Rage Against the Machine, Audioslave and Dave Matthews Band have in common? You may say many, starting with "music", then adding "good" to it, or you may not... anyway, for last night, they had one guitarist in common: Tom Morello. First as an opening act, performing his first solo album (very far from what he previously did with his friends...), then he joined Dave and his breathtaking band for two songs: "#41 " and "Satellite". No one can say the opposite: he was damn good! And the rest of the three hours concert had been dream-like. I had to look at my beloved to make sure it was real! Either him nor I couldn't believe we were finally seeing and listening to Carter, Doyd, Leroi, Stefan and Dave live. From "Don't drink the water" to "Two Step", going through "Crash into me" and "Crush" (click here for the complete set list), Dave Matthews Band has captivated the although -not -full -but -crazy -Forest-National -audience. If from the 8,000 available seats only 6,500 were taken, those present made as much noise as for 13,000! Size doesn't matter, indeed. We're now impatiently waiting for the next European tour... Life is short but sweet for certain!

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

The Cell Phone

In less than three hours, I will be at the most important press conference of the year at BOZAR, as the organizer.... which makes it quite stressful I might say. This morning, I dressed up quite quickly (yes, I did!), and I left home in peace, knowing that when I will come back, I will see the same but also each time different, beautiful smile and face. Stepping on the tramway, I figured out I forgot my cell phone, but it was too late to get back. I've arrived at the office at 8:50, and at 9:01, got a call from the reception: "There's a young man here who brought you your cell phone". My heart began to beat like if I were going to meet him for the first time. He was standing in front of the reception desk, with his red shirt and black sweater on. A marvellously good-looking guy with his hair "en bataille"... the "out of bed" hair every Tony & Guy fan would like to have. He handed me my phone, I embraced him and felt like the happiest girl in the world. Not because of the phone, just because of him. Then I stepped back in my office, looking at my colleague and saying "He's the sweetest man on earth, an angel, I love him so much".

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Audrey Hepburn VS Truman Capote

I agree, these two are far from being comparable, with only one thing in common, artistically speaking... Breakfast at Tiffany's. Everybody knows the movie, and even if never read, also the book. Well, I happened to experience both within two days. Hepburn is quite stunning indeed, but Capote's story has nothing to do with the movie. Of course, a movie is never like the book it is based on (it's always worse if you ask me). But here, apart from Audrey Hepburn's acting and beautiful black dress, I couldn't see a slight interest in the movie. I'm quite glad I read the book right after, the movie was enjoyable but the book is quite a masterpiece. And since one has nothing to do with the other (except for some character names and dialogues), it was easy to ignore the movie while reading the book. I would therefore easily say Hepburn and Capote are ex-aequo... even if on fairly different levels.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Autopsy on a female soul

It was quite clear from the beginning,
it was just a physical matter.
That's what he said
"It's just sex"
It's not his fault
if you have feelings.
He's not supposed to see what's inside you.
So leave,
run,
go away before you fall.
Go away, run, leave,
or you'll be sorry after.
Don't take any risk and
run before he leaves.
Loneliness is something you know,
don't you?
So leave, go away, run.
Let's run away together love.
Let's leave them.
Let's just go, let us go
life.
It's midnight already.
Cindirella's waiting.
She lost her shoe. No one's getting it. No one will find it anymore.
You'll wait forever Cindirella,
for a shoe that will never come.
It's five past midnight,
Cindirella isn't waiting anymore.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

From the Panama Diaries

3.01.2007
Coronado beach, Panama

Deniz kenarinda oturuyorum, günesten gölgeye geçtim. Biliyorsun fazla dayanamiyorum günesin altinda kalmaya...ancak kuruyana kadar. Okyanusa bakiyorum, kulagimda Eykah Badu "He became the sun I became the moon", ve karsimda çok eski bir balikçi teknesi. Hayatimda böylesini görmemistim, sanki eski bir filmden firlamis gibi! Pastan rengi garip bir kahveye dönüsmüs ve kanatlanir gibi demirleri her iki yandan çikarak sularin üzerinden bakiveriyor atlayan baliklara. Kuslar tünemis direklerin her bir yanina. (Bu arada iPod'umu ilk kez shuffle'a aldim ve çok güzel sürprizlerle karsilasiyorum). Kendi dünyama kapaniyorum, etrafimda insanlar konusuyor, oynuyor, bebek fotograflari çekiyor sürekli (tanrim, bundan daha yorucu bir aktivite olabilir mi?). Dalgalar gittikçe daha yakina vuruyor. Balikçi teknesi ise uzaklasiyor, koynunda baliklar, kollarinda kuslarla birlikte.
Uzun zamandir özgür olmak için içime kapanma ihtiyaci duymamistim, susmayi. Sessiz olup kendi kendime olmayi. "Rahat birakin, istemiyorum, evet eglence size göre bu ama benim için yanliz kalmak sikilmak anlamina gelmiyor". Bunu ama anlatamazsin, insanlar bos seylerden hoslaniyor, bizim zevk aldigimiz seyler ise bos geliyor onlara. Anlatmak gereksiz, sende biliyorsun. Balikçi teknesi kayboldu, okyanus ise kumsali iyice islatarak bizide yavasça kovuyor. Sesimi tek duyan oymus demek.

Oh Belgium! ... Lovely Holiday Country!

Sitting on my couch still in my PJ's on a Thursday morning at 11 o'clock, am I ill? Hell no! The whole country (and even Europe I guess) is celebrating Jesus's bodily ascension to Heaven... As a Muslim, I might say I enjoy it pretty much! But what my sweet second (or first? Don't know anymore) country (Belgium, for those of you who will still have some doubts) offers ... is an extra day off on Friday, which makes the weekend not two but four days long. Isn't this brilliant? "Le pont" they call it here (because they put a bridge between the official day off and the weekend). Well now, I'm enjoying it, even if sometimes I do think they are exaggerating, not when my office gets closed, but when supermarkets are for instance, but as we say in French "On ne peut pas avoir le beurre et l'argent du beurre"! So, thank you Jesus for showing us the way to fly away from work!

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Mastering the fact of not being a native speaker of whatever language

"We are sorry, but your application cannot be accepted because you are not a native English speaker"... This is the sad answer that a good friend of mine, native from Panama, raised and educated both in Spanish and English, gets to hear from some European Commission employee to her application for an internship... How do they expect to evolve with such a narrow minded view on today's world, especially in a place like Europe where people, cultures and therefore languages are continuously intermingling? Even if not from birth (still, at least two languages are spoken in many families), languages can be learned and mastered through education and practice. I cannot believe that one can only write in one's own native language (I wonder how Nabokov would have answered to such a stupid assessment). I was myself raised in Turkish, educated in French then in English and Spanish, using Dutch in everyday life and at work. I do not master all of these languages in the same way of course, but I couldn't accept anyone limiting my capacities in writing, thinking, understanding or communicating in any way, to my native tongue, which isn't actually one but two. Nothing rare here, nothing impossible and certainly nothing extraordinary. When Elif Shafak, a writer who was born in France, lived in Spain, studied in Turkey and the United States, writes novels in Turkish and in English, I can just applaud her. It is a richness and not a mistake to be able to write in as many languages as one masters. The key word, as you may have understood, is not "being native" but rather "mastering", and the same goes for everything, far beyond languages.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Sahar's journey in Brugge

It isn't because an oriental lute, a piano and an accordion appear to be on the same stage that "fusion" or "encounter" between Oriental and Western cultures are automatically to occur.
Yesterday evening, in the beautiful Stadsschouwburg 's main hall in Brugge, lute player and composer Anouar Brahem together with his fellow musicians, pianist François Couturier and accordionist Jean-Louis Matinier, formed a perfect out-of-borders-trio. There was only one thing to hear... pure music. It feels so reposing not to think of an artists' origin, and regarding his or her art only.
I felt good last night, following Sahar's footsteps, enjoying the journey, just for the music, and nothing more was necessary. It was pure.

Saturday, April 7, 2007

A half-empty KVS Bol for a hollow Natacha Atlas

Half full or half empty, call it what you will, but the KVS Bol was neither full of people, nor of good music yesterday evening, that's for sure. We can start by putting the blame on the organizers who should have closed the second and third balconies, inviting the audience to gather in the parterre... but should certainly never have announced that Natacha Atlas was going to perform with an acoustic ensemble. Indeed, in addition to a drum, a darbouka, a bad vocalist and a bassist who barely plays (these can still be called acoustic, I agree) , Ms Atlas was supported by a single electronic keyboard playing all possible instruments of the Arabic repertoire and more (yes yes, they managed to get a guitar sound out of it!). Still, we were ready to forget about it and let us transport by the diva's songs and moves. Unfortunately, her beautiful and mesmerizing voice wasn't enough to let us believe in her music, if there was any (let's be serious, can anyone be moved by a keyboard trying to sound like a kanun or a violin?). The sound spewed from the machine was extremely disturbing and resulted to be boring at many, many points. Even some rare good vocal moments remained hollow, and so we left an empty bol, empty...

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Everyday Life

A bare naked guy popping his head out of his basement floor apartment window while you're walking in the street on a Sunday late morning and asking you the time, a woman carrying her dog in a baby carriage, the neighborhood's homeless greeting you every single morning on your way to work... these are just a few examples from everyday life in Saint-Gilles.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Ode to Joy?

Today, Brussels celebrates the 50th anniversary of the signing of the treaty of Rome. Something I wouldn't even think about if it wasn't posted everywhere, reminding me that I live in an excessively institutionalized city. Listening live from my small studio, thanks to Musiq'3, to the concert given at the Centre for Fine Arts this Saturday 24 March 2007, I can only remember why I didn't go to see it there... Yesterday's rehearsal had already given me the clue that it wouldn't be the best interpretation of Beethoven's 9th ever...
Anyway, no matter what I think of the European institutions, I can at least eager you to experience brilliant ideas (even if sometimes quite utopic) at the exhibition A Vision for Brussels. The initiators of this project "Imagining the Capital of Europe" are suggesting their architectural ode(s) to joy, imagining new ways of using the bureaucratic architecture of the European Quarter among many other things. A manifesto about Brussels Towards the Capital of Europe.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Meknes in Saint-Gilles

10pm on a Saturday night in South-West Brussels, a starving young couple is searching for food...

For once, we've decided not to walk up from home to Louise but rather to discover the Parvis de Saint-Gilles, a place we knew but weren't used to go to.
With quite realistic expectations, we thought we would get a still eatable pitta or dürüm in some fast-food restaurant, when we saw an open place called La table de Meknes in the middle of the square. Starving as we were, we haven't hesitated a minute and entered after a quick look at the menu posted at the door.
Spicy merguez and kefta, all served on a richly dressed plate with salad and French fries on the side by the most charming young boy, all topped by an offered fresh mint tea, truly warmed our hearts. We left the place knowing that we would certainly return very soon...
On our way back home, we saw a woman in her pajama's searching for someone in the street. Noticing that we were amused by her outfit, she looked at us smiling. We smiled back and went on our way.
This is the magic of Saint-Gilles, a town in the middle of the city, the sun right next to the moon, the warmth of Meknes in Brussels...

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Sweet Handshake Prelude

It is always nice to see the hands of a pianist while playing on the piano. Listening to a piano recital should also include, whenever possible, watching the pianist's hands. Feeling music through these two senses is an enchanting experience.
A third sense is only used by the pianist self through touch. One I've actually experienced as a prelude to Chopin's second concerto for piano on the person of Boris Berezovsky. Amazingly moving pianist I've discovered in a recital at the Royal Conservatory of Brussels more than a year ago. Since that unforgettable concert, I've learned to know more about his repertoire and tried to follow his live performances as much as I could. Until I've experienced the most sweetest feelings of all, finding my hand for a few seconds in this gigantic pianist's hand. This was the softest handshake I've ever felt. A prelude to the rehearsal Mr Berezovsky was going to have with the National Orchestra of Belgium. How could so much strength come out of such sweet and soft hands remains a magical duality. And my whole senses to shake before, during and after the concerto, even in rehearsal, and at his concert on Sunday 18 March at the Centre for Fine Arts in Brussels.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

The boy who didn’t like the sun

“I want rain” he said.
“Don’t you like the sun” asked his mother.
“No, I hate the sun, I prefer the rain!”
Every time the sun came up (that was almost everyday), they would argue on that infinite issue. The mother couldn’t help but worry about her son’s behaviour. Then the boy grew up and left the sunny country for the place of interminable rain. The more maturity he was getting, the more he wanted to escape from the yellow rays, mostly by leading a nocturnal life. The moon became his substitute friend in the absence of rain. Lying on his empty bed, he would listen to the rain drops falling on the window of his grey apartment. He loved the serenity in which the sweet water notes brought him.
Serenity was what he was longing for, and he strongly believed he could only achieve it through the rain. He didn’t know he was carrying serenity in himself, although he knew he was named after it. Until the day he met a synonym who taught him to love the sun. They were now ready to experience serenity and passion altogether and forever.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

First live encounter with Dave Matthews

Never before had I seen the doors of the Ancienne Belgique so crowded. Maybe it is just because I've always been used to go to gigs there after the doors have been opened.... Anyway, from 5pm, two hours before the official doors opening, the 110 Anspach boulevard was crowded by a bunch of, most of them American, fans. Among the Americans were also some French fans, but also many more (let's hope it for Dave who wants to make "new friends").
There was me for sure, a Brussels girl, and my beloved, with whom I've learned to love Dave Matthews and his band more and more everyday. Oh, and I've almost forgot our friend from Turkey, Burak, who 7 years ago brought a CD of DMB from the US to his friend. Burak was with us that night, at least for two songs!
After 9 years, Dave Matthews was back in Belgium, and for the first time for a "solo" acoustic concert... It has been quite a surprise to see Tim Reynolds enter through the door next to our closed one at 5.30pm. "It's gonna be Dave and Timmmmmm"... enthusiastic, we were indeed.
We entered at 7pm, half an hour after the Warehouse fan members, and still, we were set on the second row! The AB was full in half an hour, and the atmosphere was warm and crazy.
At 8pm, Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds arrived on stage. We were seeing the guy for real, this great musician we were only allowed to watch on DVD... we were going to listen to him for real, now. The adrenaline was getting up... we were already feeling high.
Once again, both Tim and Dave have showed their mastery. Crazy how it felt that night, how they made it all alright, starting with a beautiful Bartender, ending with a dynamic Two Step.
The concert was sweet for certain, Maarten, I agree!
Carter, Doyd, Stefan, LeRoi, we're now waiting for you guys!

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Longing for Dave...

6 years for one, 1 year for the other... we are both longing for the same man, or, it would be more appropriate to say, the same music. But do we want to be appropriate here? I guess no, appropriate shouldn't be used next to Dave Matthews! Even if the concert venue has already warned us about the atmosphere: no late arrivals will be allowed... Good for us since we planned to be at the doors before their opening.

No more longing... one night left before we let ourselves get cought into Mr Matthews' words through his strong and penetrating voice. And it won't be a one night stand since our man will be back with his band at Forest National, Brussels, on the 27th of May.
The best is yet to come...

Monday, February 26, 2007

Danser et écrire : deux raisons de vivre

Christine Angot et Mathilde Monnier dans La Place du Singe © Marc Coudrais

Et quand écriture et danse se mêlent, c’est de la dynamite sur scène, surtout quand l’auteure se nomme Christine Angot et la chorégraphe Mathilde Monnier. Ensemble, elles présentent La Place du Singe, le mardi 13 mars au Palais des Beaux-Arts de Bruxelles dans le cadre de FranceDanse Europe, un panorama de la danse contemporaine, tandis qu’Angot parlera de son œuvre la veille. Âmes sensibles s’abstenir !

« La question du bonheur n’est pas la même pour tout le monde. Ca c’est sûr. » Cette première phrase que Christine Angot (ré)cite dans La Place du Singe après avoir longuement balayé la salle du regard et s’être placée au centre de la scène, apparaît également en page 263 de son dernier roman Rendez-vous (1). Écrire sans pudeur les rapports incestueux qu’elle a vécus avec son père entre l’âge de 14 et 16 ans l’a poussée aux devants des médias, surtout à la sortie de son roman L’inceste, même si elle ne le décrit que dans les dernières pages du livre. Son écriture excessivement autobiographique est troublante par son honnêteté et dérangeante par sa véracité. C’est qu’elle ne mâche pas ses mots la môme Angot, et tout le monde s’en prend plein la gueule au passage : son ex-mari, ses amants, les personnalités connues et moins connues, les bourgeois, son père. Elle ne s’épargne pas non plus. Car si on peut qualifier son travail de narcissique, la force véritable de cet écrivain est son désir d’évoluer et d’aller le plus loin possible dans l’écriture de soi. Elle ne nie jamais l’action thérapeutique qu’elle entreprend à travers sa plume, tout en croyant avant tout dans la littérature, synonyme pour elle de vérité. Elle explique d’ailleurs dans L’inceste qu’« écrire n’est pas choisir son récit. Mais plutôt le prendre, dans ses bras, et le mettre tranquillement sur la page, le plus tranquillement possible, le plus tel que possible » (2). Fidèle à elle-même, Angot se présente nue face au public, s’auto-analyse et s’observe à travers l’œil de l’autre, comme elle le fait dans Sujet Angot, une mise en roman d’une lettre de son ex-mari, Claude. Polémique et interminablement discutable, le « sujet Angot » fascine. Débat à suivre donc avec Christine Angot, le 12 mars prochain, sous la houlette de Gilles Collard, directeur de la revue d’art et de littérature Pylône.

Reality Literature ?
Tout s’entremêle dans l’œuvre de Christine Angot, elle parle de La Place du Singe dans Rendez-vous, cite ce dernier dans la pièce, montrant de façon explicite à qui ne l’aurait pas remarqué que le vieux banquier du roman est également le bourgeois de la pièce. Le lecteur/spectateur se retrouve ou se perd entre réalité et fiction. J’étais d’autant plus troublée que j’ai visionné La Place du Singe et lu Rendez-vous à Montpellier, ville parmi les nombreux décors importants de la vie de l’auteure et où est planté le Centre Chorégraphique de la chorégraphe Mathilde Monnier. Expérience quasi surréaliste donc que d’entendre la voix de Christine Angot à travers le portable de Mathilde Monnier tandis que j’interrogeais cette dernière sur leur projet commun. Mais comment danse-t-on sur un texte ? « Sur un plateau », explique Monnier, « les danseurs sont en prise avec la musique, tandis qu’avec un texte, c’est plus une sorte de dialogue. Même si mon écoute est plus corporelle au début, j’entre dans le texte plus tard, sortant petit à petit de l’animalité, à travers l’humour et le chant. » Puis, il y a une chanson de Jean-Louis Murat, Qu'entends-tu de moi que je n'entends pas ?, que toutes deux chantent ensemble, « car il est essentiel de savoir ce que l’on entend de l’autre », ajoute Monnier.

Le récit décrit la bourgeoisie tout en étalant la vie des deux protagonistes. « Parler de soi est rare dans le milieu de la danse », reprend Mathilde Monnier. « Je n’aurais pas pu écrire sur moi-même, c’est plus intéressant quand c’est quelqu’un d’autre qui le fait. Une libération dans ce cas-ci ! Christine explique ce qu’est la bourgeoisie à ses yeux et offre une vue de l’extérieur. Moi j’ai grandi dans ce milieu et y ai passé plus de temps qu’elle. » Mais qui est le singe et a-t-il sa place dans la société ? « Le singe mime le bourgeois à la façon d’un clown, il se moque, c’est un peu comme le fou du roi, la bourgeoisie en a besoin. Il n’a pas sa place, sauf sur scène ou dans un zoo. »

La bourgeoise emprisonne, l’art libère
La scène est en effet une sorte de zoo avec un drapeau français et des tables que Monnier piétine et manipule dans sa chorégraphie. « Le drapeau représente les valeurs de la bourgeoisie et une certaine morale française qu’il véhicule. Les tables sont l’emblème de l’institution et de cette morale, mais il y a aussi la table de l’écrivain. » En poussant la table d’Angot, Monnier met en scène la fausse générosité du bourgeois – « cet acte hypocrite de donner et de reprendre. »

Dans La Place du Singe, Monnier et Angot dépassent la simple critique de la bourgeoisie et se dévoilent au public en tant qu’artistes et en tant que personnes. Une véritable confrontation entre création et thérapie. D’une part, le texte d’Angot fonctionne comme une bombe à retardement et résonne aux oreilles du public et de Monnier qui, d’autre part, se bat contre l’ensemble des contradictions décrites par l’auteure. C’est aussi leur propre vision de l’art qu’elles mettent en scène, sur papier et en question. « Être artiste pour moi », dit encore la chorégraphe, « c’est une manière de vivre. J’aurais été malade si je n’avais pas été artiste. C’est un peu une thérapie personnelle mais ce n’est pas un choix. On ne décide pas de grand-chose dans la vie. Quand j’étais petite, j’étais souvent malade, j’avais de l’asthme. Tout s’est arrêté quand j’ai commencé à danser. » Pour Mathilde comme pour Christine, l’art est par-dessus tout une raison de vivre. Bourgeois ou artiste, c’est un statut qu’on ne choisit pas. Et si l’un emprisonne, l’autre libère.

Canan Marasligil alias Ayse Erin, envoyée spéciale à Montpellier pour le BOZAR MAGAZINE de mars 2007

(1) Rendez-vous , Flammarion, 2006
(2) L’inceste, Le Livre de Poche, p.152.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Chinese Classics

Monkeys trying to catch the moon, monks rescuing a temple on the top of a mountain, a single guy putting on a new door bell and experiencing its uselessness.... These are just a few themes of the Animated Chinese Classics I've been to see at the Anima 2007 film festival . Not a single word have come out of the characters' mouth, and the whole mise en scène was orchestrated by music, sometimes with good, sometimes with quite pitiful and sometimes with beautiful drawings. Especially the last short film which looked like living paintings... well, animated ink paintings. The naiveté of the drawings are not really made for today's impossible-to-satisfy-children, or PSP/Wii-generation if you prefer, but rather for dreamers like myself, adults or kids. It was indeed two exquisite, and funny hours, that made my child-soul go free, once again.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Grey sky and precious things

Brussels under a grey sky... that isn't something new. But having pinky pink thoughts and seeing through blue glasses, under a grey sky... that is quite amazing I must say. Add to this that our dear Tori will come near our grey Brussels to enchant our ears (and eyes... yes Tori, I think you are beautiful!) very soon... Then grey becomes the most precious thing.
What about Stacey's sweet voice making me dance with my beloved on a Wednesday morning on "It's too darn hot" ... Then you get a lot of red!
Hear you soon hot and precious ladies! Under a grey or any other sky...

Monday, February 19, 2007

Goran Bregović, Robin des bois des Balkans

Goran Bregović présente au Palais des Beaux-Arts de Bruxelles une nouvelle composition : une prière de tolérance adressée aux prophètes de trois religions monothéistes. La rock star de Sarajevo se livre au BOZAR MAGAZINE avant d’envoûter la salle Henry Le Bœuf, le mercredi 25 avril, avec son légendaire Wedding and Funeral Band, l’Absolute Ensemble de Kristjan Järvi et un chœur de voix bulgares.

Né à Sarajevo d’un père serbe et d’une mère croate, Goran Bregović a laissé tomber ses études de violon au Conservatoire pour devenir la rock star des pays de l’Est, à la tête de son groupe Bjelo Dugme. « Bouton Blanc » pendant 15 ans, il compose par la suite les musiques de film de son compatriote Emir Kusturica, utilisant des sons traditionnels gitans et issus des Balkans. Les musiques traditionnelles d’Europe de l’Est ont longtemps été orchestrées et recomposées par des ensembles mélangés et classiques comme, par exemple, le Mystère des Voix Bulgares. Bregović élargit le concept en y ajoutant ses propres impulsions. En effet, ses compositions mélangent les polyphonies traditionnelles de Bulgarie aux sonorités d'une fanfare tzigane, d'une guitare et de percussions aux accents rock... Et les mauvaises langues de prétendre que s’il le pouvait, Goran Bregović s’approprierait la Neuvième de Beethoven... Laissons plutôt la parole au compositeur. Il nous parle de son processus de « non-création » et de son désir de partager avant tout sa musique avec le monde.

ENTRETIEN_______________________________________________

Goran Bregović, vous allez créer le 17 avril, à Athènes, une œuvre commandée par notre réseau ECHO (European Concert Hall Organisation), et ensuite dans neuf autres villes européennes, dont Bruxelles le 25 avril.. Expliquez-nous l’origine de ce projet ?
Je reprends comme point de départ de cette commande un précédent travail intitulé My heart has become tolerant (Mon cœur est devenu tolérant) et présenté pour la première fois au Festival de Saint-Denis, en juin 2002. J’y avais uni trois chanteurs des trois grandes religions monothéistes avec le chœur orthodoxe de Moscou, un ensemble à cordes du Maroc, et mes musiciens. Avec un thème : la réconciliation. J’y utilisais des musiques de traditions islamique, chrétienne et juive. Pour ECHO, je vais écrire trois lettres aux prophètes, repartant de ce même thème qu’est la tolérance.

Pourquoi avoir choisi pour titre Forgive me, is this the way into the Future ? (Pardonne-moi, est-ce bien la voie vers le furur)
J’ai réfléchi à la manière dont nous voyons notre futur. J’ai alors décidé de faire cette petite liturgie, ni religieuse, ni blasphématoire. Comme pour My heart has become Tolerant, j’espère que le public rêvera à un monde idéal le temps d’un concert…

Vous êtes passé par des styles de musique très différents durant votre carrière, à commencer par le rock, dont on sent encore l’influence dans vos compositions actuelles. Comment gérez-vous cela ?
J’ai monté mon premier groupe à seize ans. À l’époque, le rock tenait un rôle capital dans notre vie. C'était la seule possibilité que nous avions de faire entendre notre voix, d'exprimer publiquement notre mécontentement, sans risquer de nous retrouver en prison. Mais j’aime en effet changer de styles musicaux, un peu comme je change de vêtements chaque jour. Ma musique porte différents costumes.

Faites-vous passer certains messages plutôt que d’autres selon le style de musique ?
La musique vous permet de dire tout ce que le langage ne permet pas. C’est ainsi que je communique avec le monde, et je compte continuer dans cette direction.

Les mêmes rythmes reviennent dans vos différents titres, depuis Bjelo Dugme jusqu’à vos plus récentes compositions. Certains disent que vous ne créez pas, que leurs répondez vous ?
Que je ne suis pas Dieu, et qu’en effet je ne crée pas.

Vous partez beaucoup des musiques traditionnelles, des Balkans notamment…
Oui, je vole dans la tradition. Être artiste n’est pas un travail moral, vous volez toujours. Je compose, réarrange, j’ajoute quelque chose de moi-même, mais je ne crée pas. Je partage ensuite ma musique avec les autres.

Vous êtes originaire de Sarajevo, région sortie d’une guerre très difficile il y a à peine 11 ans, et culturellement très mélangée. Votre musique exprime-t-elle cette mixité ?
Oui. Je viens d’un lieu musicalement éclectique, à la frontière entre orthodoxes, catholiques et musulmans. Aujourd’hui, j’aimerais retourner dans ces régions pour présenter le projet ECHO.

Vous avez jusqu’ici travaillé avec de nombreux artistes de renommée internationale comme Iggy Pop, Ofra Haza, Sezen Aksu ou encore Cesaria Evora. Que vous ont apporté ces collaborations ?
Ce sont des gens à qui j’aurais en temps normal demandé un autographe. Vous savez, je ne suis pas un gars du show-business, et ils le savent. Je me suis donc dit, si tu veux travailler avec ces gens, demande-leur. C’est ce que j’ai fait, et j’ai une belle collection d’autographes à ce jour…

Au départ, vous étudiez le violon au Conservatoire. Pourquoi avoir finalement choisi la guitare ?
Parce que les guitaristes ont plus de succès auprès des filles !

Le public bruxellois aura-t-il le plaisir d’écouter vos compositions de films qui ont fait votre succès ?
Ce n’est pas prévu pendant le concert, mais certainement lors du rappel !

Propos recueillis par Canan Marasligil alias Ayse Erin, pour le BOZAR MAGAZINE d'avril 2007.