They/them
If I remember well, it was around 2025 in that old picture (at that time, simple umbrella could be used as sunshade).
Born in 1995, I liked school (learning) but was very soon questioning about it (teaching): so many were excluded! The music took me with friends around 2010. Some old records became milestones: “Radio” and all Naked City (1989-1993), “Wrong” (1989) by NoMeansNo and “Lysol” (1992) by the Melvins, all Miles Davis who died in 1991, and the first records of Na Essayé, Cyclon, Maperine, Cassiya, Racinetatane and Kaya (malogué: maloya and reggae from the Réunion Island, séga and seggae from Mascarene Islands) in the period 1989-1995. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that my parents met in 1989 and decided on a family in 1992? Now, I still hold these musics dear, especially playing them in large band, with metal, wood, string or material you have to hit, blow or finger. I started making and creating music in groups, in a DIO (do it ourself) anarcho-communist way. I was, we were interested in presenting the music resulting from this kind of making. After some times, a epistemologic shock broke in: the people who received it were already convinced, the others didn’t see it! Simultaneously (in 2022), the global situation was awfully catastrophic, in ecologic and political dimensions to name a few. So, since then, I start to put my energy in building devices where people could make, create and invent their musics (the plural and diversity are vital), in a reflective way so that they could emancipate theirself, each one and everybody, in mutual ways. Now I’m politicosocial activist (music is a social practice) and participe in all activities of the community I live in. With different groups, I think-and-act about collective creation of sounds and knowledges, create and facilitate devices in which people learn. We’re making research on “how we make together”. I was 20 years old in 2015, the world I saw then wasn’t very happy. I hadn’t made much about it, my participation was yet thin. Today in 2045, I’m 50 and I have done some very little things… is the world happier? I’m not sure. Perhaps this meeting could bring answers to that question?
My name in large and public space is Camille: a tribute to the ZAD NDDL (the kind of succesful Zone to defend Notre-Dame-des-Landes in France 30 years ago), and the SF “speculative fabulation” (Children of Compost) by Donna Haraway.
I like the “singular they” pronoun, to unspecify gender. But I’m a white-hetero-cis-man, I remind this with all the large and long and historical domination going with each of this words (so the “he/him” could be right). The “they” allows to have in mind all the living beings and objects, the groups, collectives and communities that make me what I am, what I make and say.