In most of our Take Away Shows, it’s rare to have to wait until the very end, until the very last second, to really feel the intensity of the performance. For some of the sequences, we imagine out the scenario and the conclusion beforehand, then indolently watch it play out on film as if guided by an invisible hand. Introduction, plans finalised, deep breaths, song, break, conclusion, laughter, round of applause. This one, however, finishes rather unexpectedly. Promise.
This time, I’m From Barcelona were all together after their concert at Bataclan. The concert finished in the pit, then swept out onto the sidewalk in a joyous "Ophelia", chaotic, confetti-covered, helped by our megaphone. We became children, jumping around, hitting the red balloons. They had earned it: the group had just released Who Killed Harry Houdini, a dark, engaging, and courageous contrast to their first, naive pop album.
The multitude of video sessions produced by the group - ad nauseum by the very admission of Emanuel, their singer - had forced us to organise this show. Remembering an improvised choir at the Carreau du temple a few years ago, the band was excited to play with us again. They didn’t disappoint, affirming our initial enthusiasm for the project a hundred times over.
Patience was the safest way to get to the ecstatic finale of this take away show, as it inched forward bit by bit, especially on the last night of October as the cold enrobed the boulevard Voltaire and the few fans who had stayed to serve as the group’s choir one more time.

From http://blogotheque.net/I-m-From-Barcelona,5360

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