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Moondance: Anouk @ Marcel’s

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The tunes in June will be mostly about the moon. OK – so it’s not June, but September didn’t rhyme

I was going to call this week’s set The Universe, but there are so darned many songs just about the moon alone that I’ve decided to make this a 3-part theme. The Moon, The Sun, and The Planets.

This week we start with all things Lunar. So check your calendar to make sure it’s not that time of the month when you turn hairy and start howling because there’s gonna be a full moon for sure!

Usual time at Marcel’s Bistro – 3pm SLT (11pm GMT) for about an hour-ish.

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Uncle Marcel’s Memoirs: Clothide

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Marcel shuffled into the cafe and started a fresh fire in the potbelly stove before settling into his rocking chair. He was having a hard night: the violent storm outside caused his joints to ache and brought to mind too many harrowing nights at sea. Getting out of bed was not a good idea, he thought, but he couldn’t stay there, tossing and turning the rest of the night, feeling age and loss too deeply to rest.

WatchingSnapshot_028 the lightning flashes, he was startled when Badass leaped onto his lap and lifted his front legs to rest on Marcel’s chest. As Badass rubbed his muzzle against Marcel’s jaw, the old man smiled and stroked the cat from neck to tail. After several purrs, Badass curled up and went back to sleep. The heat pumped out from the stove, as well as the furry body on his lap was absorbed into Marcel’s very bones. Slowly, he relaxed, eyes drooping, and a long-ago memory came to mind …

October 1940

It took more than ten years for Marcel to scrimp and save for the Marie-Jeanne II, a sturdy little tugboat that had seen better days under worse owners, and a couple of years to restore her from engine to hull. Two months after the last coat of paint went on and the last bolt was screwed on, the damned Nazis commandeered her. When he protested, the German officer looked down at his paperwork, then gave him a hard look. 1 Marcel losing his boat_001

“Your father, Monsieur, was last seen in one of de Gaulle’s divisions in Africa. Technically, that would mark your family as traitors to the government of France. However, the use of your boat will balance things out. And you can focus on keeping your mother and sisters healthy and in the home. Unless you think you can help them more by serving at the front? Your mother is expecting another mouth to feed very soon, according to our files.”

Marcel walked away from the officer, his anger and pride forming lumps in his chest that made it hard to breathe. But he immediately got a job at the docks to keep an eye on the Marie-Jeanne, watching as the Germans turned the vibrant port into a locked-down base for its U-boat fleet.

April 1944

Marcel noticed the young woman hanging around near the entry of the port for several days in a row. She was dressed drably, only a hint of hair seen beneath her scarf. But he detected a steely deliberateness in her movements – she moved with alertness and purpose, even when she tried to look aimless. The impulse to approach her warred with the desire to keep his head down and stay out of trouble.

But she approached him before he made up his mind, just after Marcel finished work and had left the restricted area. Her smile was bright, as if she recognized him. “Walk with me, please?” After a beat, Marcel held out his arm and she took it. At first, they strolled towards the central square, but she steered him onto a quiet side-street.

“I am not sure I can help you, Mademoiselle. Regardless of what you request.” His heart thumped so painfully in his chest, he was surprised the sound did not drown out his voice. The local Resistance knew his sympathies, but had given up recruiting him. Was this a Vichy honey trap, testing his loyalty?

She squeezed his arm, then laid her head on his shoulder, making him slow down. In a very low tone, she replied, “Monsieur Rabbe at the machinist’s shop said that you would be the one to talk to.”

Monsieur Rabbe was part of the local Resistance. But this could still be a trap. Marcel tried to pull away, but the woman held onto his arm with a fierce grip. “Please, let me have my say,” she whispered. “Neither of us want attention.”

He nodded, and she started walking again, pulling him further into the shadows. After several minutes, she broke the silence. “The Americans are coming soon.”

Marcel stopped cold and gripped her hand. “When? Where?”

“If I knew, I could not tell you – and I am limited in what I know. All I know is that they are coming. They will need the port. And to take the port, they will need more information.” Even in the shadows, he could tell when she lifted her face to meet his gaze. “You can help.”

“Or I can call for the authorities.”

“But you will not. You are not one of them.” The ‘them’ was practically spat out, despite the softness of her voice.

“My family cannot be punished for my actions.”

“My colleagues cannot guarantee anyone’s safety. But your assistance will not be forgotten.”

They both froze at the sound of footsteps. She recovered first, whirled him against a nearby wall, pulled his head down as she rose on her tiptoes, and kissed him. Marcel was still frozen as the footsteps came closer. Against his mouth, the woman murmured, “Push down my scarf and muss my hair.”

Marcel wrapped one arm around her waist, drawing her close, as he pushed back her scarf and ran his fingers through her hair. He realized that her dull, shapeless raincoat hid a trim but curvaceous body. She moaned, nuzzling his lips apart for an open kiss. Lust took the edge off of Marcel’s fear, but did not significantly ease it; nonetheless, he followed her lead, stroking her hip just as someone coughed a few feet away.

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They flew apart at the interruption. A policemen shined a light into his face, then hers. Her face was flushed, lips swollen and red. For a brief time, she looked genuinely flustered, even to Marcel. “Good evening, sir,” she said as she reached into her coat, brought out a small bundle of papers and handed them to the stranger. The beam of the flashlight bounced between the woman’s face, Marcel’s and the papers in the policeman’s hand.

Marcel moved slower, but handed over his documents, too. The beam stopped over both sets of documents.

“Monsieur, you are local, but not you, Mademoiselle. What are you doing in Brest?”

“My aunt was ill, and my family sent me to take care of her.”

“She has no relatives closer than Paris?”

“No. Her sons served the Armistice Army.”

“Served?”

“One is dead, the other permanently invalided.”

“Sympathies, Mademoiselle. Will you stay long?”

“No, Monsieur. My aunt is improving and I will be leaving in a couple of weeks.”

The beam of light settled on Marcel’s face again. “And you waste your time with him? You should save yourself for one of our brave soldiers.”

Marcel bit the inside of his cheek to keep from reacting, but his hands curled into fists before he was conscious of it. The woman laughed softly. “Do not worry, Monsieur, I am a good girl and he treats me well.”

The policeman returned their documents. “Remember, there is a curfew. Good night and stay out of trouble.” He turned off his flashlight and strolled away.

Marcel offered his arm once more to his companion. She placed her arm against his and they walked on. He put the fingers of his other hand along her wrist and felt the flutter of her pulse, listened to the shallowness of her breathing.

“I have two questions, Mademoiselle. What is your name and what do you need me to do?”

“I am Clothide. And I need you to get me as close to the U-boat base as you can.”

Marcel whistled. “You are asking a lot, Clothide. But, yes.”

After several weeks of building tension and trial runs, Marcel helped Clothide get into the offices at the port. He never learned how she managed to get into locked drawers and safes, and she never showed him everything she kept in that shapeless raincoat. Later that night, she also took him to bed. After their intimacies, she told him a bit about her life before the war and he talked about his boat.

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She drew lazy eights through the hair on his chest. “It may be safer if you left before …” He waited for her to finish the sentence but she fell silent. In response, he placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Brest is my family’s home, my home. My father will come back here – leaving would separate us permanently.”

She sat up and stared at him, then leaned over and kissed him hard, beginning another round of lovemaking until they collapsed, sated and exhausted.

In the morning, Marcel woke up alone. A scrap of paper was placed in his right shoe, merely saying, “Thank you and goodbye.” Two weeks later, he received a letter from Clothide, apologizing profusely and confessing that she was due to get married to her long-term fiancé on June 6th, in the North. He waited, making arrangements for his family to go underground once the invasion started. note in shoe_001

After a long, arduous battle that destroyed far too much of Brest, the Americans finally took the port. And after destroying the German U-boats … the Americans took the Marie-Jeanne II.  But at least they paid him – a little for the use, and more when the boat was scrapped just before the end of the war. When his father returned to civilian life, with a vicious scar down his chest, a medal and a pension, Marcel went to sea on a merchant vessel to save up for a Marie-Jeanne III. But when he finally got his next ship, she was known as The Clothide.

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Marcel awoke to his shoulder being jostled by his nephew Sword. “Uncle, did you spend the night in that chair?”

The old man blinked. The sky had lightened but was still gray. The patter of rain on the cobblestones outside but no howling winds or thunder could be heard. Marcel grumped, “The cat does not like lightning. I came to keep him company.” He heaved himself out of the chair and stretched, waving off Sword’s assistance. “I am going to head home and have breakfast. Do you need me here?”

Sword took a couple of steps, grabbed the cane next to the doorway and handed it to Marcel. “Take care, Uncle, it is still slippery out there.”

Marcel harrumphed, waving his left hand as the right clutched the cane closer towards the middle than the hook at the top, wielding it more like a baton. “I’ll be fine. Tell your mother to expect me for Sunday dinner.”

The younger man hid the smile on his face, just in case his uncle turned around, but Marcel did not interrupt his walk out the door and to the dock, looking out at the sea for a long moment before heading home at a brisk pace.

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Story by Magda Kamenev; photos by Anouk

This wonderful new chapter of Uncle Marcel’s story was kindly written for us by the lovely Magda Kamenev, who has really given Marcel some interesting history. If you would like to be part of Marcel’s story, please send your chapter via the Contact Us email – we’d love to have everyone contribute to Uncle’s biography!

Anouk 🙂

What? No updates?!

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I have been a very bad and lazy blog type person and not updated anything in aaaaages.

So on behalf of me , myself and I, I humbly apologies and will be adding all the updates that are still waiting to be published very soon.

So many great shows and events since June that need to be celebrated.

We’re also planning to add lots of new pages, and would love it if we could get more of our regular group members signed up to the blog and contributing.

So keep an eye out and I promise it will be worth it!

Anouk x

Avi Choice Awards result

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The results for the SL Avi Choice Awards were announced over the weekend, and the Favourite Group Award went to the Builder’s Brewery group 🙂

It was a well-deserved victory for a very worthwhile group who have been running in-world for years, and have thousands of members. They run regular building tutorial events and really have contributed a massive amount to the SL experience – so we would like to extend our congratulations to our worthy opponents.

Once again, Sword and I would like to thank all our dear friends and guests for nominating the Caffeine Nights group. Just being involved at all in the ceremony was a great thrill and we are honoured and touched at being nominated.

Sword was presented with a trophy as a nominated and participating group, which is on proud display at the club for anyone who wants to come and see it 🙂

And who knows……maybe next year 😉

Van Gough’s Paris

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Starry starry night….

 

This is a repeat of a show we did a couple of years ago, and as it was rather popular, we decided to run it again for our newer guests.

It was a musical and pictorial homage to the great Vincent Van Gough, and his beloved Paris, where he was inspired to paint so many of his masterpieces.

 

Guests arrived to find themselves at the end of a long, low lit gallery, with a selection of some of my favourite Van Gough paintings hung on either side of the room. At the far end of the room is the beautiful Café Terrace at Night, brightly lit with a warm, welcoming glow.

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The guests took their time in strolling through the gallery, admiring the paintings and pausing in front of their own favourites, whilst Sword played a musical accompaniment of French background music.

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Then as the guests slowly got closer to the big painting at the far end of the gallery, they realised that the floor began to gently slope upwards, and as they continued to walk closer…the found that they were walking onto the cobbled street of the painting!

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It’s always those moments that I cherish, when I have made a set that brings ooh’s and aaah’s of surprise from our guests – when they find that little twist that I like to add to all my builds – the little something that makes them smile.

With laughs and amazement, the polite art gallery guests began to relax and enjoy the brightly coloured café atmosphere, sitting at tables and ordering drinks, or dancing and swirling amongst the ‘resident’ figures. Sword entertained us with a wonderfully upbeat set of French tunes, which really lent the perfect background to the evening.

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It made quite a contrast to look out of the bright lively painting into the now gloomy gallery, to see a distant mirror image of the painting on the far wall…

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As the evening drew to a close, Sword played one of my favourites songs, “Vincent”, by Don Maclean. I dimmed the lights inside the painting and floated some stars into the sky to send a fond farewell and goodnight to the great artist, as well as our dear friends and guests.

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And here is Mr Maclean, singing “Vincent”, set to one of the loveliest bits of SL film I have seen – enjoy 🙂

 

Lord Andy’s Alternative Folk night

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My lovely RL partner, Lord Andy, is great pals with our very own Mr Sword Starfall, and between the two of them, they are real folk aficionados. Andy is a musician and has played in folk bands back in the day, as well as working for the popular Brit folk band, Fairport Convention (and we all know that Mr Starfall is a huge Fairport fan), so that all works out very conveniently.

Sword suggested that Andy should put together a playlist of some of his favourite folk tunes, and come in-world to introduce them with a little background trivia.

So this is what they did. Andy collected his playlist, and Sword found the tunes and streamed them for us, providing a really great evening of ‘alternative’ folk. Now I’m by no means a fan of traditional folk music, but Andy’s selection was most enjoyable, and he made a big hit with our regular guests, so I think he will be doing this more often. In fact, the bug has bitten and he is already working on his next set – The Glam and Grot Rock Years of the 70’s 🙂

Here are a few of my favourite tracks from the list, so you can enjoy them yourself, and see the ‘alternative’ side of the folk set (I’ve put the full list at the bottom of the page).

  1. Everyone’s got love bites but me – The Whiskey Priests
  2. Clear White Light – Lindesfarn
  3. Gypsy Dance – All About Eve
  4. Lark in the Morning – Fairport Convention (ft Dave Swarbrick)
  5. Old No 7 – Devil Makes Three
  6. Ace of Spades – Hayseed Dixie
  7. Amsterdam – Al Stewart
  8. Angel Delight – Fairport Convention
  9. Bangor and Mash – Devil Makes Three
  10. All Along the Watchtower – Bob Dylan
  11. Candy – Paolo Nutini
  12. Please Don’t Throw me to the Christians – Wild Willy Barrett
  13. Carnival Girl – Martin Harley Band
  14. The Crane Wife 3 – Marianne Faithfull & Nic Cave
  15. Cripple Creek – Lester Flatt & Earl Scruggs
  16. Fisherman’s Blues – Waterboys
  17. Hangin’ ‘Round – Lou Reed
  18. Hey Joe – Otis Taylor
  19. Hurt – Johnny Cash
  20. Little Lion Man – Mumford and Sons
  21. Love in the Afternoon – Martin Harley Band
  22. Marrakesh Express – Crosby, Stills & Nash
  23. Battle of Evermore – Led Zeppelin (ft Sandy Denny)
  24. Mountain Dew – Grandpa Jones
  25. The Night they Drove Old Dixie Down – The Band
  26. The Queen and the Soldier – Suzanne Vega
  27. The Return of Pan – The Waterboys
  28. Southern Cross – Crosby, Stills & Nash
  29. Swing Live Away (Acoustic version) – Rise Against
  30. Ten Million Slaves – Otis Taylor

Sword bids adieu to 2014

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The final months of 2014 where a a busy time for Marcel’s and the Caffeine Nights group, .

One of the most important changes was the move from the platform recreating a Parisian street and square (la Place des Cerises…), to the sea level, which gave the whole build a bigger sense of space outside, and wonderful views, while keeping the intimate cosy feel inside that our friends have enjoyed so much as they discovered the bistro.

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We arrived by the end of Summer, which still allowed for some nice outdoors activity. fishing_001

But soon Fall was upon us, and fallen leaves suddenly where everywhere (inside the bistro too!) and allowed Anouk to add a moody feel to the whole set, (which reminds me of a perfect tune to watch these pictures by, a song about the passing of time and the changing of seasons by Sandy Denny.

Everyone tried to stay outside for quiet evening chats at Marcel’s terrace as long as there where some warmth left and before the snow settled in.

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Eventually Halloween arrived and Marcel’s rose to the occasion with some great sets from our dj’s and yet some more awesome decorations by Anouk!

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The Matelots where also active, and in true pioneer fashion sailed out to discover new lands, and were treated by team Captain (G-WINZ) to some wonderful routes, sampling all the seasonal beauty of SL’s winter wonderland. There was also an unusual trip to the Great Wall of China, where we were kindly hosted by Selena Nirvana of the Heartbreakers Entertainment group, and her wonderful Chinese pavilion venue which held the cruise party.

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And we finally got to Holiday season. Anouk once again showed her skills in decorating Marcel’s and all of Croissantville, and all ye merry group enjoyed a time of warm friendship inspired by outstanding musical shows which conveyed according to each dj’s style the spirit of the season.

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Kala in one of her astounding Christmas gowns
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Marcel’s by snowfall

So here is 2015!

We can’t wait to see what it will bring to Marcel’s and the Caffeine Nights group, and take this chance to wish you all, once again, a Happy New Year!

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Quiet contemplation at closing time

 

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