He has been voted number 8 on a list in GuitarOne magazine of the "Top 10 Fastest Guitar Shredders of All Time" as well as being included in Guitar World's lists of the "25 all-time weirdest guitarists" and the "50 fastest guitarists of all time". He also incorporates nunchaku and robot dancing into his stage performances.Īs an instrumentalist, Buckethead has received critical acclaim for his electric guitar playing, and is considered one of today's more innovative guitarists. At one point, he changed to a plain white bucket that no longer bore the KFC logo, but subsequently reverted to his trademark KFC bucket. His music spans many diverse areas such as progressive metal, funk, blues, Heavy Metal, bluegrass, ambient, and avant-garde music.īuckethead is famous for wearing a KFC bucket on his head, emblazoned with an orange bumper sticker reading FUNERAL in capital black block letters, and an expressionless plain white mask, which, according to Buckethead, was inspired by his seeing Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers. He has also performed on more than 50 other albums by other artists. He has released 281 studio albums, four special releases and one EP.
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Tout ce que je sais, c'est que je ne le perçois plus et que sa disparition ne m'affecte pas le moins du m-monde.Brian Patrick Carroll (born May 13, 1969), known professionally as Buckethead, is an American guitarist and multi-instrumentalist who has worked within many genres of music. Je ne sais plus ce que veut le morceau de glace qui me sert de cœur. aveugle ? Est-ce le bon terme pour cette langueur, cette froideur qui m'étreint désormais?Ĭette sensation qui me comprime jusqu'à me faire exploser en une cascade de larmes gelées? Je ne sens plus le sang qui coule dans mes veines, épais et chaud.
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Je pourrais écrire un mémorial sur la manière dont sa langue fait rouler les sons avant de les laisser s'échapper dans un torrent ardent qui m'engoufrait tout entière. Je me souviens aussi de son souffle qui pouvait raviver n'importe quelle braise. Je me souviens pourtant de son regard de feu.
Tant de choses qui le définissent.Ī ? Pourquoi ce nom, ce visage, cette personne se disperse telle la fumée qui s'échappe d'une cigarette en fin de vie ? Celle que l'on prend puis écrase d'un talon rageur sur le sol sale et froid? Des jambes élancées couvertes par un jean usé, des bras doux quand ils se pressent contre moi, un sourire plus éblouissant que le soleil en personne. Rien n'avait jamais échappé à mon inspection minutieuse. Je ne m'en suis approchée que pour constater les failles de son existence.
Comme le goudron chaud par temps de sécheresse. Moi, qui avait l'habitude d'avoir ma vision restreinte par sa simple présence, ne le voit plus.Ĭomme un simple mirage dans le désert. Also it's in french sorry Or not because I'm not sure if I want people to read that old thing It's not really my usual style but I knew she would like that so. It's 4 am Time to post strange stuff and regret it later when I'm not half-asleep Here a shorty short writing I randomly did for a friend once.
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