Zarboth on the road (a little)

wolfmanphoto-2Zarboth on the road (a little)

This week Zarboth (Phil Reptil guitar and Etienne Gaillochet drums voice and myself on voice) are going to get in the truck again.

We are going to a place called Faux La Montagne to record music and play a concert and to make a short film. The short film will be based on one of our songs called Lost Song.

You can follow me on instagram or follow the group on facebook, you can do it here and here.

I make videos or take photos of us while we’re on tour discovering new parts of France. I think that the videos are funny but sometimes they’re not. Like in reality sometimes we just smile because we’re making a video.

So, expect regular updates about life in this part of France. I’ll be drawing and writing as much as possible.

Zarboth bandcamp

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We played a really cool gig at La Station, literally! It was 6 degrees. But the cold is all in your mind.

We’ve got a great set and you can get our album here

We’ll be playing other lives soon so watch this space.


Gigs coming up with Underpressure too so watch this space

That’s All Folks

Just keep creating!




Under the Radar

Under the Radar

And I quote: History of the phrase; Prior to electronic counter measures, military aircraft would fly beneath the Radio Detection and Ranging (RADAR) in order not to be detected by enemy forces. This term started out as a military phrase in the 1950’s. Source:

Under the Radar

This is a feeling that I have a lot as an artist. Fame and art. Being part of the underground.

Stay under the radar. Stay on the edge. Being on the edge.

I work with a lot of different people. In the last week I was working with a business woman. I could tell that she was a killer- one of those great business people, really driven and efficient. We began talking about vision. She told me something that I think all of us already know : the old ways of doing things do not work anymore. What is needed now are people who think differently. That there needs to be new ways of doing things. There is no longer any long term vision for any businesses now. What is needed now is flexibilty, ability to change.

Nobody controls anything. You have to let go.

So what does that mean to be under the radar ? It means that you are flying low to attack your enemy. I think of the underground. I think of the freedom that a lot of artists that I know have.


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We are all flying under the radar. At the moment there is a state of emergency in France. Nobody wants to appear on the radar. Then we become an easy target. People are trying to imagine other spaces. People are trying to imagine other ways to do things. There is a general feeling that people are fed up with the old way of doing things.

It sounds big and complicated but it can be through very small things that you start doing new things.


Small changes at the beginning of a rocket’s trajectory become huge ones towards the end.

child's playAs an artist we can be lucky that we still have some control over our own trajectories. The old models (that were very prevalent in France before) big companies, big business no longer work the way they used to. Everybody is searching for what works.

So we all believe in the outsider having a chance. However, being under the radar is not only about someday, maybe, being “discovered”.

It can be about remaining under the radar, unseen. Staying on the edge.

Waiting. And most of all existing. Doing your thing because that is what you like. Flying low close to the sea, looking at yourself in the mirror.

Don’t get me wrong : it is not because you are undiscovered that you have more integrity. The time may come that you will be hauled into the glaring neon, the intrusive spotlight, and you’ll stammer and sell yourself down the river.

A lot of our work, of our pieces, come from under our own personal radars : our own radars of control. It is not external things but our own inner workings that we don’t let fly out. Luckily sometimes we do. Recently despite myself I’ve been letting things through my own radar. And some of it is so great. It is scary. I don’t recognise it.

I’ll be sharing some of this soon.

Goto work

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Short version : break out of your own recurrent patterns and ways of doing things. Change yourself and you change the world.

Have a good week and keep making things and connections.

Look at yourself in the mirror. Can you? Everyday? What do you see? What would you like to see?

P.S. Please buy the Zarboth album – those of you who have not and would like to buy it you can get a copy here: Zarboth

This is the weight of your love

This is the weight of your love, this is the weight of your love

What weight is your love? What part of you can be weighed? It cannot be seen, cannot be measured, you don’t know where it is in your body. It is not in your body. It is in your body and it is not in your body at the same time. This is the weight of your love.

Soundtrack: a disembodied voice, somebody you know, but not on the phone, the voice speaks to you, but it speaks to you like it speaks to you like it could speak to everyone.

The voice is weightless, she cannot hear you. You can hear her, but she cannot hear you. It is like the radio. Her voice is trembling. She shouldn’t have a trembling voice, because she has already been on the radio for a long time.

Don’t you know? Can’t hold

Don’t you know? your love

So I was looking for something, I can’t remember where I read it. I read too much, I read so much, bits and pieces everywhere, I read things here and there, I’m surrounded by millions of voices, clamouring for my attention.

I read this thing, about the weight of your love, lighter than a feather, you can never hold it, somebody told me about this love of yours.

Maybe it was something I told myself. Maybe I told myself this thing. Maybe that’s where I heard it.

“This is the true function of the love poem : to remind us of who we are, and who we are capable of being : while our everyday social roles define us as persons, love reminds us that we are also spirits.” John Burnside


Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

Langston Hughes

Or this?

“The human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”

Dead Poets Society


Just played a gig with Underpressure on Friday 12th February in a great local bar- the Moki bar- I’ve always dreamt about playing gigs like that : local, in your neighbourhood, and we played two sets. (not like rock, not like electro… two sets is jazz!)I’ve got this new song I’m writing called Renew. I’ve written a couple of lines in my notebook. The rest I improvise. So the day after the gig I started work on a project, with Ze Samba, an association that play afro- brazilian music and develop social links in St Ouen and we’ll be working together over the next few weeks, to prepare a festival street parade. Our first meeting with them was an informal jam session (Etienne Gaillochet the drummer from Zarboth and Benoit Bouliane the bassist from Underpressure and myself). Here are some photos by Sophie Madigand

Ze Samba Benoit Bouliane with Ze Sambaetienne gailochet with ze sambaze samba IMG_3658So, I tried out that new song there as well. The whole thing is drum heavy. It was cool. This is going to be interesting. Looking at the photos I badly need a haircut as well.

I am going to be give people classes in rap. I am interested in telling stories about life, about what we can see and what we can’t see…

About the process.

More to come…