You got it!

At exactly 19h01 in CET, Club Jazz a FIP went out off the air, the last transmitting involved the “Audacious” voice of Portier-Kaltenbach and the intro to a Western Film. The jazz signal was replaced by 1990’s “electronic sounds” hurling Hallelujah’s over the Webs.

Update: Luc Free Long brought a drinking buddy into Marjo’s tiny booth 🎙️ and the fuckers pulled the plug on the control thingy. Sources close to France24 relay that Denis Soula (that motherfucker) brought in an arbitrage to compensate for the 17 minutes that Club Jazz-a-fip was caught playing organized grabass on Marjo’s tiny 🎙️desk.

If only Mexico could send it’s best to SciencesPo

Factotum, je te dit!

Over at SciencesPo, la Inteligencia Artificial made a deaf tone plea. Issy-it’s-been done before, with Poiré then with Peña, but that was then (2006—2012) this is now at le Cour Saint-Émilion, of all places.