Hi all,

I'm feeling depressed now and just needed to put it down somewhere. Sorry if you don't give a sh*t.

There's this french band called Noir Désir that I love as much, if not more, as Bon Jovi. They've been there for almost 20 years now. They're a rock/indie band with a very artistic dimension, and unbelievable lyrics written by their frontman Bertrand Cantat. This guy is so talented, and has done a lot to fight racism, poverty, etc... We shared the same views and I related to their work so much.

One night this simmer with my best friend we were asking ourselves who, among famous people that we appreciate, we would like to have as close friends, and Bertrand Cantat came first on our list. He seemed a most well balanced and good person. We'd seen them live 6 month before and he, and the band, seemed so cool, and accumplished (I can't find a better word) people.

The next day I was in my car and heard on the radio he'd lost his mind and had beaten his girlfriend, Marie Trintignant, a brilliant french actress and another very nice person, who died from her injuries after 2 or 3 days of coma.
It blew me away. I felt it as if it was my best friend or own brother that had done such a mad thing.

He is now in prison waiting for his trial. He's expected to get 15 years of prison if not more. He deserves it, no question about that.

The thing is since that day it's been so damn hard for me to listen to this band. Not that I don't like the music anymore, it even somehow became more powerful, but I can't get out of my mind all the beauty, creativity, talent, hope, etc... that has been wasted. Beyond the hole Noir Desir will leave behing them in french music, and the loss of Marie Trintignant, it's a part of me that died, and I'm still struggling to recover from it.

I'm done, thank you for listening.

Ponrauil