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je vous laisse un début :
Jesus died, but now he lives. In Detroit. Sort of.
I was very young when my father discovered Jesus. He was walking around his garden, as was his wont, when he heard Jesus next door. He popped his head over the wall to ask the neighbour who he was listening to, and from that day forth, Jesus became part of our lives.
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We knew all of his music, but not a single thing about him. The closest thing to him was probably Dylan, a hard-edged beautiful dreamer who somehow pushed through the wall of sex, drugs, and rock’n’roll to tell us something important, something meaningful. But there were books about Dylan. You could read about him in magazines. About Jesus Rodriguez, there was nothing but silence. And we knew why.
Jesus Rodriguez produced two brilliant, simple, insightful, haunting albums. And then he killed himself. On stage. In front of thousands. He finished his set, and then quoted one of his most famous songs; “Thanks for your time, and you can thank me for mine, and after that’s said, forget it.” And then he put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger.
>> En tout cas d’une, le lien pour ce qui veulent en savoir beaucoup plus C’EST ICI, de deux j’ai découvert du coup RODRIGUEZ et quelques sacrées bonnes ballades, allez je suis un fou je vous fais en profiter aussi.
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