The Best of 2010

So 2010 is drawing to an end and here I am reporting back with what struck me as the good stuff of this year.
Not a lot to say about 2010, except that the good old heroes of yore might be going different ways and don't do it for me as much as before.
Not a very "Meline" year, culture wise, that's for sure. But hey, the more you grow old, the more you tend to expect from people... And sometimes, the most enjoyable stuff comes from a totally unexpected direction...


Best Albums
1-J Roddy Walston and the Business: J Roddy Walston and the Business
2-Johnny Cash: American IV Ain't no grave
3-Laura Marling: I Speak Because I Can
4-Brian Wright: House on Fire
5-Yules: Strike a balance

Best Songs
1-Josh Ritter - The Curse
2-Tom McRae - Me & Stetson
3-Xavier Rudd - Reasons we were blessed
4-J Roddy Walston and the Business - Brave man's death
5-Cee-Lo - Fuck you/Lady Gaga - Bad Romance/Aloe Blacc - I need a dollar

Best Concerts
1- Mumford and Sons@Trabendo - Sept. 2010 (For the energy)
2-The Swell Season @ Cigale - Oct. 2010 (For the emotion)
3-Gillian Welch@Café de la danse - Sept. 2010 (For Dave Rawlings)
4-Tom McRae@Maroquinerie - Mar. 2010 (For Brian Wright)
5-Fisftful of Mercy@Cigale - Dec. 2010 (For Joseph Arthur)
Special bonus: Evelyn Evelyn@Européen Apr. 2010 (For the craziness)

Best Movies
1-Biutiful (Biutiful Javier)
2-Precious (Precious actresses)
3-Benda Bilili! ("Très Très Fort")
4-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Part 1 (the best adapted HP book so far)
5-Sumo (cos' it became mine at some point :p)

Tom, Glen and the Charret Brothers

It's the silence after the song has ended
It's the bruise left on my heart by a particular lyric
It's a jealous crave to be there as well
It's the void of the cold morning after
It's the need to do it all over again
It's the memory of a sweet encounter
It's the glimmer in their eyes

It's the silence after the song has ended
It's sad and it's pretty
It hurts and it feels good

It's the silence after the song has ended

Friday Afternoon

I see the trees swaying like creaking rocking chairs in the wind
I see the windows, weeping and crying and melting
I feel my brain pounding, screaming, reminiscing about a dream
I hear the driving, the honking and the ticking of time passing