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...
My mother died today. She too lived in Algeria when she was a young woman and she may perhaps have been happy there. With The Outsider, like Meursault I find myself immersed in the same incomprehensible, unbearable reality and the same need to describe these absurd feelings. J.-C.G.