As an american Film Noir, the story is built as a long flash back. Half man, half vegetable, l’Homme à tête de chou lives again the tragic story of his fatal love for Marilou which led him to madness and criminality. On an empty stage, without furniture or set, Jean-Claude Gallotta produces this story in different choreographic tableaux interpreted by a group of 12 dancers. Serge Gainsbourg’s songs are sang on audio tape by Alain Bashung with new orchestrations and the Denis Clavaizolle’s additional music.
So, the history of rock and roll concerns only male rockers ? Testosterone-fueled concerts, music that doesn’t quite stay in a pair of tight-fitting jeans, the meteoritic bursts of fame of rock heroes. And women were just muses with love-struck eyes, hidden icons, or manipulating goddesses ?
« If this text leaves me space, if its formal lightness gives me permission to play choreographically between his sentences, I take at the same time the extent of its depth too often unexplored ».
My Rock comprises around 15 short sequences danced to legendary rock tracks, each placed in their respective periods in history, from Elvis Presley to Patti Smith, from Leonard Cohen to the Rolling Stones, and from Bob Dylan to the Velvet Underground...