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hello im making a substack (newsletter you get by email or on the website every month) here is the link https://tanguyblanchard.substack.com/... the first entry will be like this I've always wanted to be a writer. I designed my first book long before my first album, and I kid you not, it was great. (For a kid). I mean I guess. Never actually wrote the thing. This is an issue I run into often. Seeing things through. Some people would tell you it's because I have ADHD. Some would think I'm lazy. Or a perfectionist. Some would say that not starting protects me from ever failing. I know it's all of the above and more. Or none. I forget, but when I took a liking to 'philosophy', two of my first theories were about contrast and colored glasses. With ADHD-colored glasses, you'll ignore the rest of my story and just pigeon-hole me with the executive dysfunction. I did not need Ritalin to write today however. Other types of pushes exist, like the death of a guitar player I admired. Almost 8 years ago to this day, and this is unbelievable, I started my Youtube channel, and it's hard to describe why. Dolores O'Riordan from the Cranberries had just passed, and I was properly broken, a crying mess for most of the afternoon, there was almost a duty to turn that sorrow into anything I could. Today it's Matt Kwasniewski-Kelvin from black midi, who I always loved for some reason, the reasons for love are a mystery. Perhaps it is better that way. That we don't get to get the way of love. It could get in its way. When it must get its way. Or get away. While posting something about Matt on Instagram, I saw a 'meme' that read : 'Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.' Erich Fromm I was gonna make a black midi joke last night actually when watching the golden globes at an impossible hour with friends, about how I have to move through the house 'with no purpose' to not wake my mom, Dune-style basically. I forgot to make it. I forget a lot of things. I never forget to write. Writing doesn't seem to happen because of me as much as to me or through me. I should read up because this has been studied - the best songs just 'arriving' to people, in dreams, in strange states, in ten minutes - but my reading to writing balance has been crazy the last ten years. That’s why I’m writing, because of that love that makes the nonsense make sense, because shit just happens, because it’s been crazy the last ten years. That’s why I write. It just arrives. I’ve always wanted to be a writer, and I never realised I was one. I bear many bad news, neurotic news, deathly news. Empty news, selfish news, black blues. Bare with me : if ya paint, you’re a painter. If you rock, you’re a rocker, if you write, you’re a writer. If you wanna make films, you only need something that films (Orelsan). I’m an actor. I’m a comedian, I’m a musician. I forget that. I don’t do it all the time. I have projects so big their shadow blinds me. Writing I do most days. Not just essays. But things I can actually share, to let me connect with whoever will, all the time. It wouldn't make much sense to leave it alone, or leave you alone, so if you want, you can get some of it each month, with a preface like this, and then poems or songs. Just written. So here I am. Waiting to unfold the blue. __________________ 8 years on Youtube. Thank you. Lyrics : Meeting Megan Just as I am walking From bar to bar The closest is closing Just as I am done drinking All the wine Now I'll never see you sing Holy hour Lush sceneries flashing I can't stop Fucks with my head She's petting my hair again I am not I can only see you here You will only disappear I had the momentum I had God and the choir on my side Had your smile and your hugs Before they were lost to what cannot hide Now you'll never sleep over here You're the corner that we built Maybe if I just watched porn At least I would feel something But that's a lie I've heard so much I know I cannot believe I want a love that burns so much I want a love that lasts forever But I ruin everything I touch At least that's what the slashes whisper I wanna be with somebody Who dreams of me every night The best I got was so sorry That I came to see her live I wanna be with someone Who thanks God for all my light The best I had was pretending That I should wait all this time The one I thought was the one Wasn't even really mine The one I thought was the one Wasn't ever really mine Life is a closed up shop Life is a close-up shot