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… passionnant d’un bout à l’autre…
The classical guitar slept in its old case.
The one which has followed me in all my solitary travels.
You see outside but you look inside.
Lunatic music, at random.
Home music, pensive and meditative.
A reflection on life.
A moment in a life when what is fundamental questions our relationship with music.
A nervous arrival at the studio.
I could have recorded all this at home with the dripping faucet and the fridge.
Calm, magic of the alcove.
And now, the territory of the guitar reveals itself, the fingers tracing
Their paths along the strings.
The guitar speaks to you, unravels its notes like the reflections of a companion as it walks, in its infinite variations.
Thought takes flight and leaves the space.
It pretends to be an orchestra, throwing its notes upon the lakes.
This chord which slips between the fingers like a habit.
Someone comes into the room for a moment.
She speaks to you of Spain, of elsewhere.
In the puddle, the world looks backwards.
The heart hurts.
And these fingernails which scratch the strings.
The motifs interlace,
In the water of the microphones.
That’s it, it’s begun to sing.
Listen now!
It’s speaking to you.
André Duchesne, April 1999