Internet Killed the Video Star

by Jambori Jambora

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about

Around midnight on August first 1981, MTV aired it's first Music Video. The Buggles' ''Video Killed the Radio Star'' saw a new platform of entertainment consumption stretch a wider spectre on what it meant to be a popular artist in the ''modern age''.

Forget the 10 cent singles and the semi-gods of your grandpas favorite Am radio station.

The video star has now reached it's late fourties ; continuously trying to stay relevent on a platform that seems to have replaced him with his mid-life evolution : Reality and short attention span entertainment.

Caught in the mist of communication
a couple of bums in an empty loft in Montreal with empty pockets

Yes I know, this is the millionth album you've seen released on your facebook wall this year, so be it

Let the Public ''choose'' it's content / Let the Public ''be'' it's content
Let the Public ''hype'' it's content / Let the Public ''judge'' it's content

If social media brought you here, so be it
If the love of music brought you here, so be it

The hype might caress the hymns of this record
The hype might let it fast asleep

Anyways, isn't this euphoric and paranoid rush why we love releasing music so much?

2017 is patiently waiting at the crossroads. ; Internet Killed the Video Star

credits

released December 13, 2016

Justin Courcelles (j.Heftee) : Music/Lyrics, Vocals, Guitar, Mandoline, Piano on track 5

Kelog Labrosse : Percussions, Kazoo

Mantisse : Bass Guitar, Vocals

Solane Sancho : Vocals, Skat on track 8


Roberto Viglione : Production, Mixing, Mastering, Synthesizer, Piano

Recorded/Mixed/Mastered at Marsonic Studios and the Viglione household


String section

Louis-Solem Pérot : Arrangements, Cello

Marilou Lepage : Violin


Brass section

David Vallée-Cherrier : Trombone

Guillaume Pelletier-Lefaivre : Trumpet

Sandrine Fragasso : Saxophone


Artwork : j.Heftee / Mantisse


Foojaak (track 4)

Bk : Vocals, Lyrics, Backvocals on track 7

Fouki : Vocals, Lyrics

Ph Vendou : Vocals, Lyrics



Special thanks to Vincent Barrière's amp for the crazy springlike guitar sound on track 8.




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Jambori Jambora Montreal, Québec

Formed in late 2015, Small Talk is an independant jazz/rock band from Montreal composed of Guitarist/Singer/songwriter Justin Courcelles (j.Heftee), percussionnist Kelog Labrosse, and bass player/vocalist Mantisse. Around this centerpiece floats many musicians contributing to the diversity and versatility of the bands sound.

just listen to the damn record, the bio is seriously busting my balls.
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Track Name: The Publics
To the public sincerely,
I'd like to dig my thoughts out to not start too slowly
Hi, JFT nice to meet you!
I'm 6ft tall , played baseball and probably beat you
I'm educated, self thought, a monster of the basement, cocky on the edges but... hey
Brown beard, green cap can you picture this.
Brown beard green cap can you picture this, the ladies know my kisses taste like liquorish
sweet sounds n' moods
I'm the guy you see down in the alleys
no money, silverspooned metamorphosed into plastic, don't panic.
I'm quite a smiling individual, a beer belly, entering the jungle as a crash dummy, very cinical.
Nevermind 'cause my feet'll never touch the ground.

Who cares about the people that you know? Who'll pick you off the floor?
Who cares about the pennies that you own? they've left ou in the zone.
Sunshine, sunshine
Nevermind 'cause my feet'll never touch the ground.

Loosen up your screws because they're trying to nail you down.

Wow, show me out here, I just got here and I'm already exposed
voguing down the Yangtze, hunting down the pillars and the drones the skies been covering for days
I hope that Mars is okay!
to get the clearest view between the reds and the floor, between your bed and the door.
As the curtain goes up, a click can mean a million for your living room guts.
A click could self describe the job of minister Trudeau, a selfie on the side and now the countries renewed yo
I tried to plan my escape, but I don't know how my shadow does to stick to my trace from here to nowhere.
Trespassing in the news I've become MJ, and if I'm not I know the news'll come acrossin' my way
Nevermind 'cause my feet'll never touch the ground.


Who cares about the people that you know? Who'll pick you off the floor?
Who cares about the pennies that you own? they've left ou in the zone.
Sunshine, sunshine
Nevermind because my feet'll never touch the ground.

Loosen up your screws because they're trying to nail you down.

Watch out there's life below
my world of silicone
I've been outside along with the wrong squad
what does the weather know?
the AC's on and my reefer follows Murphy's law.
Come on, everything'll be alright
your car is parked outside, why don't you take it for a drive?
I wonder how many likes are waiting in the ditch along before you crash...


Who cares about the people that you know? Who'll pick you off the floor?
Who cares about the pennies that you own? they've left ou in the zone.
and I've got time, I've got time for waiting.

Loosen up your screws because they're trying to nail you down.
Track Name: Chabanel Blues
I've been through twenty years
Layed off how many fears?
The factory's smoking problem's left it's lungs to blow
I heard of Ellis island, all the daughters n' sons
Let the bagpipes run the engines one by one
A dream too big for a starving soul
Melted down in Mexico

I brought my folks along from Haiti to Vietnam
Got a place for my wine, a garden that keeps me calm
And all the balcony talks went passed the workers yards
Who answered all the office telephone calls?
A mall view from a condos 13th floor
Melted down to Mexico

It's blowing back to my face yes I feel the abuse
Baby I've read all the ants in the news
Crying out in a telephone booth

I'm doing swell, on Chabanel

And all this time far from my native sun I've wasted
Come on down

The minutes Tic n' Toc
New landlord on the block
and I can gentrify you with my bad coughs
The calm is odd, calm of a job well done
The yankees come, you better run, run, run
I left my heart die in the northern snow
Melted down in Mexico

It's blowing back to my face yes I feel the abuse
Baby I've read all the ants in the news
Crying out in a telephone booth

I'm doing swell, on Chabanel

And all this time far from my native sun I've wasted


Don't stop me I'll meet you on the other side
Track Name: Broil feat. BK, Fouki and Ph Vendou
It's the style, it's the face, it's the shine, it's the squad, it's the dank, it's the wine!

Sugar, sugar

So bounce, the whisper in the crowd is so loud
louder than a PPP ounce
living in the clouds, the sickest boy in town
and I need another bubble to pop.
If she tells me, she ain't no dancing matter
I'll send her straight tickets to the after
and when my tongue spits it goes POW
ahh I'm getting cocky now I better stop.

Foojaak:

On se lance le micro comme les joueurs d'une équipe de basket
on roule des bédos plus vite que des chauffeurs de taxi
si je te demandes pourquoi tu le fait / je te répondrai parce que
Pis si t'écris un texte ? / j'te jure j'vais l'apprendre par cœur
ok c'est beau j'comprends ton vibe mais yo laisses moi t'en dire plus
t'étais pas la quand on buvait pi on jammait dans l'abris-bus
on rappait à chaque minute, pratiquait nos aptitudes
puff puff. ah ouain? mauvaise habitude

oh sugar, sugar tu goûtes pu la même affaire
oh sugar sugar, avant tu sentais la fleur
oh sugar sugar, tu goûtes pu la même affaire
oh sugar sugar avant tu sentais la fleur

vas y bounce sur sa! Pousses ton patnais sans te tanner c'est ton brown sugar (hey j'ai dit bounce sur sa! Pousses ton patnais sans te tanner c'est ton brown sugar)

t'es tu down mon gars? (t'es tu down mon gars?)
t'es tu down ma fille?( t'es tu down ma fille?)
after party dans le plateau fume du gange gratissssss
t'es tu down de reach?(t'es tu down de reach?)
appel moi sur mon cellphone si t'es down de meet!


Move on up


Hey boy, fuck he never answers the phone
I doubt it if we make it alone
guest list, if the barmaids nice you want something, honey name it
a dollar tip on that drink, I'm active
the alley swarms of peeps, I found my brothers
too broke to pay the fees, they know me
514 beep ciao ciao, where's all the others?
I think my lips bleeding I better stop.

Foojaak:

Quand on rentre dans le spot tu sais que c'est pas juste pour chiller
y'a du monde autour de la table et dans mon assiette y'a du chili
So tu jump ! La t'a plein d'énergie t'a du fun, tryin' to find a way d'finir une autre bouteille de rhum
Lui tu l'connais bin y'en a jamais pour les autres, y cherche tout l'temps une job, y'a pas d'money pour sa dope
Y s'prend pour ODB mais y'est rien qu'au début, criss restes au garde à vous y'est pire qu'le gars des vues
À soir c'est payday j'ai mon swag, j'ai mes shades, classy mais funky en mode zayzay

Les homies sont brack, les trees sont light so on get wild.

(This jibberish is yours to untangle)


Move on up

So watcha doin' today?
I've got a dozen bowling balls sunk in my Tanqueray
from the southern to the north
my boys got love to spread sippin' Sleeman by the porch
who knows about the myths n' tales of comfort
your ass stings? get up, fuck the others

Give all you've got even if you ain't got alot, boy!
Track Name: How Much Gold Does a Man Need to Rust?
Are you on your way?
Did she ever leave you stranded?
11:45, it's tonight I ride.

You better let her go, oh no
Hit the pedal, roaring thunder
Won't go to sleep tonight, because tonight I ride.

How can I trust, a man with no convictions
Wiping off the dust
How much gold does a man need to rust.

Are you on the move?
Did you ever leave your parents?
Poor mother's native tribe, I guess tonight I ride.

I guess tonight I ride x4

How can I trust, a man with no convictions
Wiping off the dust
How much gold does a man need to rust.
Track Name: Long Chairs Waltzing with the Waves
I've seen the movies, yes I've seen them all
About the teenagers in shopping malls
My sofa knows surely when I'm tired
Helps me to plug all the wires, please
I've gotta get away, drop my job, mama always said boy, some things'll never change
The lion points the torch towards my day to day life
if the sun can battle the cold
I'd probably find more sleep during my day to day nights
the sand is warm smells like her n.4 Chanel cologne
I wonder, if she thinks or not
she blinks her guts, loosens her knots / Montreal, my livers hanging

Red hair n' lips can you picture this
Red hair n' lips can you picture this, the boys know her kisses taste like liquorish.

Nonna told me boy most your friends'll let you down x2

The tide smiles it's time to sail away
chui entouré de mâtelot mais très peu veulent pagayer
au delà résonne l'écho, fuck, l'ampli au pied du golfe
entre les deux téléphones rouges , man les sirènes répondent pas
coup sec une douche froide
ma colonne vertébrale se raidît aussitôt
aussi tendu que le marbre suivant le ballant du bateau
Let em go, let em go
my cousins gettin' bored
one single matches soul rips
the funeral, my old ship
against all odds I got away
against all gods I swam my road out of the flames
d'ici je vois la perche fumer les entrailles qui me reste, le sofa gonflable qui me berce, valsant en passant le balais
je laisse ma mémoire mourir sous un lac de glace
jusqu'à ce que l'été n'arrive
laissé mariner ma salive pour l'hibernation d'après
avant que le printemps finalement n'atteigne le Maghreb.

Why don't you try to sleep a couple days?
see how your time can cost you centuries
loneliness, it won't leave me alone

Hope you're enjoying the show, watch out for the remote

Waitin' outside so many strangers are hopin' to get to know
oh mama, I can twist the worst crime without being the worst of the boys

Hope you're enjoying the show, watch out for the remote

Waiting, waiting.. what else can I say?
morning coughs for days

After weeks on drought the summer cries today
hope the heat won't stain

Basil n' chives to spark the flavors inside
Japanese cars sprawling over the morals
feels like the shame of a generation dying
but how can it die if it lived for nothing at all

Do what you long to say

Table cloths, modern art, painted toes
lifetime on your wall, in the eyes of god is this what you've sowed?

Hope you're enjoying the show, watch out for the remote

Homicides, old milwaukee dry, riffles bought by the deers
Visa credit card, sports man don't get caught, more pills every year

Hope you're enjoying the show, watch out for the remote

In retrospect I think she's sitting on my heart just for the arson of the end not for the fire of the start.
I've seen the movies, yes I've seen them all, the teenagers, the shopping malls, the mid days in the bathroom stalls.
Track Name: Another Montreal Social Meltdown
The laundromat girl had a vicious and deadly vice.
To conquer all the clothes so she can wash'em up with spice
And I walked in with a hat that grew much higher than the towers
Look at the time I'm afraid I've left my costumes on the wire
Turns n' tangles of the machine left her craving for my voice
Her long hair n' whispers they've left me with no choice
The dog leashed outside the laundromat starts barking at the noise
I'ts 3 PM in Montreal, I must be high watch me running from the telescope.

After the encountered silhouette, I bummed my dog a cigarette
Ran to the metro half naked, the woman left me with a dress
A sparkling eye along the sidewalk jumps ''You're not like all the rest!''
Can I sign you for a million bucks if you can manage just a sweat?
Run to the metro, roll the dice, we'll see if you are worth the price
If you're able to fill up your wagon with every single mice
And all the billboards might state
that you're the New York autoway
it's 3 PM in Montreal, I must be high I feel my city slayed.

Wow, what a shock to go from vermine to Moses on the block
To free a million rabbits shaggin' in bars n' parking lots
And I went down of my throne so my feet can touch the ground
I must be tall cause I'm still bllinded by my head stuck in the clouds
In all the metros they seek for the safest wagon free
the more crowded that it gets, Fuck man! I gotta get out of here
So the train, it went off the rails
and they through me out to rot
It's 3PM in Montreal, I must be high I feel much safer around the cops.

Back at it, 'round St-Hubert with my lunch in a bag
Who's the next one to be pointed dressed up in rags?
My friendly and faithful dog that's been smoking all along
If the crown fits his head, fine let's make it worth this canine's time
The press screams Eureka for the dog who's heads gone fat
left me back on Mount-Royal knocking at the laundromat
The girl smiles disappointed ''man, where's your hat?''
I'ts 3 PM in Montreal, I must be high don't care where my city at.

Freezing
Track Name: The Privates
Boy, I know you've been there before
walking step by step, eye to eye, make sure they think you're alone
War, Outside
let's get out tonight! I don't know, think they've put mics in my mind... so help me

Scream, Outside!
I sold my head for a couple of dimes, won't you shake what lives inside?

Hope you're enjoying the show, won't they leave me alone
Get out sugar!
hope the window is closed, won't let out none of my ghosts
I've got a hard time loving right back the ones that peak in their nose

I'ts cold
Outside.


Le chanteur la dernière note elle est tombée en plein appuie
sous l'avalanche d'applaudissement les sièges se portaient bien mieux assis
les fleurs autant les bleus que les violettes l'indiffère, l'air d'un salon funéraire
sorti de scène, faut juste pas le laisser paraître

Mes oreilles portent un foulard ayant peu de pitié pour le froid
la porte résonne, début de l'enquête, ont-ils vraiment besoin de moi?
si mes embrouilles mênent à la montée des parades
laissez leurs crocs mordre à la fête... j'espère juste pas le laisser paraître

Oubliez, les ombres se sont levées
le privé à éblouit les gouttes qui tombent du bout de mon nez
les fleurs ont pris la maladie entre leurs pétales de soie