Voici une reprise du titre "Thriller" que j'ai intégralement enregistré par ma voix, en A'cappella sur 64 pistes. Il n'y a donc aucun instrument, synthé, boite à rythme, ni même sampler, mais seulement le son de ma voix agrémenté de Reverb et d'un léger Chorus sur certaines pistes. Pour les parties qui se répètent, j'ai simplement utilisé la technique du "Looping". En outre, sur l'ensemble du projet (qui contient des milliers de notes), j'ai transposé 8 notes qui m'étaient impossibles de chanter dans les aigus. Vue ma tessiture, j'ai également dû me résigner à chanter certaines parties en voix de tête, plus particulièrement sur la piste correspondant au chant solo de Michael Jackson. J'ai réalisé ce projet non-commercial chez moi - uniquement à l'aide d'un PC portable, d'un micro, d'un casque et d'une webcam - en à peu près 350 heures. Il s'agit juste d'un défit artistique, réalisé durant mes heures de loisir, dont le but est de faire sourire mes proches et les internautes. Malgré tout, je serais heureux d'enregistrer en studio professionnel, des titres originaux avec cette technique, si un label s'intéressait de près à travailler avec moi sur un single ou un album entièrement basé sur ce concept novateur d' "Acappella Massivement Multipistes". En espérant que vous preniez autant de plaisir à écouter et regarder ce clip, que j'en ai eu à le réaliser. N'hésitez pas à me laisser vos commentaires ou, pour les labels et auteurs compositeurs, à me contacter par le biais de mon profil MySpace : http://www.myspace.com/francoismacre Titre original «THRILLER» : Paroles et Musique de Rod TEMPERTON © RODSONGS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Here is a remake of the "Thriller" song that I've entirely recorded with my own voice, using 64 A'cappella tracks. There is therefore no instrument, synthetizer, beatbox, or even to sampler, but only the sound of my voice livened up with Reverb and slight Chorus on certain tracks. Regarding looping parts, I've simply used the "looping" technique. Moreover, in the whole piece (which contains several thousand notes), I transposed 8 notes, which were impossible for me to sing in high-pitched. Because of my tessiture, I also must have resigned myself to sing certain parts in head voice, more particularly on the track corresponding to Michael Jackson's solo vocal. I've accomplished this non-commercial project at home, only with a mobile PC, microphone, headphones and webcam - in nearly 350 hours. It's just an artistic challenge, accomplished during my hours of free time, whose purpose is to make smile my close circle and net surfers. Nonetheless, I'll be happy to record in professional studio, original songs with this technique, if a label was interested to work with me on a SP or LP entirely based on this innovative concept of "Massively Multitracks A'cappella". I hope you'll have as much pleasure to hear and watch it as I had to accomplish. Don't hesitate to leave me your comments or, for labels and composers, to contact me through my MySpace profile : http://www.myspace.com/francoismacre «THRILLER» original song : Lyrics and Music by Rod TEMPERTON © RODSONGS ( moins )

concert ( moins )

Je tente d'accompagner à l'Harmonica ( Willie Nelson ) sur la chanson ( You were always on my mind ) ( moins )

I saw you walk down the street With some other girl Always thought that I was the only one in your world Baby can you tell me so Out of sight of of mind ain't what love ought to be And I hoped all the time that you'd be faithful to me faithful to me [Répétition 1] : All I'm asking you for when you walk out the door Is to me my baby, baby I just want to be sure That forever and more You would be my baby Love is just like a flower baby it has to grow And when you are away I'm even loving you more I just have to let you know One on one is the way and that's the way it should be So if you're not gonna stay Then don't be playing with me You can set me free [Répétition 2] : All I'm asking you for when you walk out the door Is to me my baby, baby 'Cause all this lovev is for you And you know that I'm true And I'll be your baby All I'm asking you for when you walk out the door Is to me my baby, baby 'Cause I knew from the start That you were working my heart Won't you be my baby I remember our walk other Saturday night Sweet harmonies filled and floated through our minds Never felt this way before We were riding so high on love and understanding So why go wasting your time when you have got such a find That is everlasting [Répétition 1] [Répétition 2] And I want you to love me baby. ( moins )

Yves Rossy, the first man to have the performances of an airplane (climb !) with only his body movements to steer: The Icare's dream reality ! ( moins )

you look kinda cute when your mad your eyes are pretty when you look sad nothings like a salty kiss tasting the tears; the tears on your lips we always forgive and forget its funny how we feel no regret cats and dogs black and white picking a fight were feeling alright we should break up cause baby i love when we kiss and make up we should break up cause baby i love when we kiss and make up come on baby let it all out its easy to be caught in a round about better to let off the steam than blowing a fuse if you know what i mean we should break up cause baby i love when we kiss and make up we should break up cause baby i love when we kiss and make up we should break up cause baby i love when we kiss and make up i know were two of a kind i know we get through the bump and the grind and how i don't care if we build it up just to tear it down we should break up cause baby i love when we kiss and make up we should break up cause baby i love when we kiss and make up we should break up we should break up we should break up cause baby i love when we kiss and make up we should break up cause baby i love when we kiss and make up ( moins )

Have you ever been sittin' at home watchin' television and suddenly something comes on the TV and you say to yourself, "Hey, how come my life ain't like that?" Or maybe you're sittin' lookin' in a magazine, you see some pictures, some advertising, you says, "Man, I must really suck because my life sure ain't like that." Did you ever feel that way? Yeah- Well, you wanna know why your life isn't like what you see on TV and in movies, in magazines and such, you wanna know why? 'Cause that's all bullshit! That's right- Don't you go believing movies and TV and rock videos and all that crap, come on, I mean- All that is is somebody else's fantasy, you know what I'm sayin' to you? In fact, all it is is really more like a "Grand Illusion." Welcome to the grand illusion Come on in and see what's happenin' Pay the price get your tickets for the show The stage is set, the band starts playin' Suddenly your heart is pounding You're wishing secretly you were a star But don't be fooled by the radio The TV or the magazine They'll show you photographs Of how your life should be But they're just someone else's fantasies So if you think your life is complete confusion 'Cause you never win the game Just remember that it's a grand illusion And deep inside we're all the same We're all the same So if you think your life is complete confusion 'Cause your neighbor's got it made Just remember that it's a grand illusion Deep inside we're all the same America spells competition Join us in our blind ambition Get yourself a brand new motor car But someday soon we'll start to ponder What on earth is this spell we're under We made the grade and still we wonder Who the hell we are ( moins )

Im sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea Ive got to be free, free to face the life thats ahead of me On board, Im the captain, so climb aboard Well search for tomorrow on every shore And Ill try, oh lord, Ill try to carry on I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory Some happy, some sad I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had We live happily forever, so the story goes But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold But well try best that we can to carry on A gathering of angels appeared above my head They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said They said come sail away, come sail away Come sail away with me Come sail away, come sail away Come sail away with me I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies Singing come sail away, come sail away Come sail away with me Come sail away, come sail away Come sail away with me ( moins )

Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead Your life style to me seemed so tragic With the thrill of it all You fooled all the people with magic You waited on Satan's call Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport Uncovering things that were sacred manifest on this Earth Conceived in the eye of a secret And they scattered the afterbirth (solo) Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic of course Approaching a time that is classic I hear maidens call Approaching a time that is drastic Standing with their backs to the wall Was it polemically sent l wanna know what you meant I wanna know I wanna know what you meant ( moins )

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend. We've known each other since we're nine or ten. Together we climbed hills or trees. Learned of love and ABC's, skinned our hearts and skinned our knees. Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die, when all the birds are singing in the sky, Now that the spring is in the air. Pretty girls are everywhere. When you see them I'll be there. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time. Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me, I was the black sheep of the family. You tried to teach me right from wrong. Too much wine and too much song, wonder how I get along. Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky, Now that the spring is in the air. Little children everywhere. When you see them I'll be there. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. But the wine and the song, like the seasons, all have gone. Goodbye, Michelle, my little one. You gave me love and helped me find the sun. And every time that I was down you would always come around and get my feet back on the ground. Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die when all the bird are singing in the sky, Now that the spring is in the air. With the flowers ev'rywhere. I whish that we could both be there. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. But the stars we could reach were just starfishs on the beach ( moins )