The historic :

Jean-Philippe Gomez, one of the accomplices of « PiedNu », salvages a piano frame and, between two repetitions of « Nozal 3 » and « Belles Bêtes Underground », undertakes an impeccable restoration.
Emmanuel Lalande, armed with his soldering iron and with some screwdrivers, begins by operating a salvaged pianet T . Neither pianist, nor keyboard player, he practices the ablation of keys, and replaces these dedicated, predictable organs, by some chosen objects - springs, sensors, sheets… - around  the new playground that is the wooden box of the instrument .

And March 12th, 2009, a concert recorded in the presence of some friends.

The process :

Emmanuel Lalande and Jean-Paul Buisson like pilfering without passport on the borders ends of the instrumental, the electroacoustics, the concrete, the noise, the acousmatic, to plunder small ends of creed in the obsolete chapels of the classic, the contemporary, the modal, the scholar, the popular, the serial, the tonal, enjoy himself with outmoded intrinsic in any fashion, the disuse which carries any trend, the lapsing announced by any school.
No language, no speech. And if they like all the theoretical and philosophic debates around the music, around the sound, around the aesthetics, around the style, around the work, around the relationship with the science, they estimate to find their right place there where the game marginalizes the stake.

And when will appear the other artists - musicians, dancers, visual artists, comedians - they will join the duet the time of a representation, an improvisation, because the wish existed from the very beginning to propose an opened and offered shape.

The reference :

Obstinate expeditions, trail round at random sounds; to experiment sensations, play to play, to draw a partition straight and saddened as a formal garden to welcome there better the unpredictable flower, the birth of a brook, the mess of wild grasses, the wild, heroic shoot … If there the need of one, that it recalls a type of human behavior :

« We should go forth on the shortest walk,
perchance, in the spirit of undying adventure… »

« The landscape-painter uses the figures of men to mark a
road. He would not make that use of my figure. I walk out into a
nature such as the old prophets and poets, Menu, Moses, Homer,
Chaucer, walked in. You may name it America, but it is not
America; neither Americus Vespueius, nor Columbus, nor the rest
were the discoverers of it. »

« A people who would begin by burning the
fences and let the forest stand! I saw the fences half consumed,
their ends lost in the middle of the prairie, and some worldly miser
with a surveyor looking after his bounds, while heaven had taken
place around him, and he did not see the angels going to and fro,
but was looking for an old post-hole in the midst of paradise. I
looked again, and saw him standing in the middle of a boggy
Stygian fen, surrounded by devils, and he had found his bounds
without a doubt, three little stones, where a stake had been driven,
and looking nearer, I saw that the Prince of Darkness was his
surveyor. »

(Extracts of « Walking », by Henry David Thoreau, wellknown for « Civil Disobedience », « Walden » and some anti-slavery texts devoted to John Brown.