Sie hat jetzt eine Mission. Sie muss jetzt singen. Ich sehe das Unheil kommen und es steuert direkt auf mein Mikrostativ zu. Eine Vokal-Fregatte die am Tresen abgelegt hat und unaufhaltsam Kurs genommen hat. Es kommt zur Kollision, unvermeidlich, jedoch anders als erwartet. Irgendein kleineres Hindernis, möglicherweise die eigene Motorik, schickt Madame auf die Bretter. Indirekt. Über Bande, sozusagen. Via Mikrostativ und Klavier. Versenkt.
Read MoreIt looked promising up to a certain point. The vinyl got ready just on the day I had to leave, after things seemed to not work out at all just ten days prior. Gigs went down nicely, merch could have been better, but still kinda OK. Good vibes peaking with the Perpignan show I had the pleasure to share with Boucan. Playing some of the album tracks together felt like flying. Bliss. Utter bliss.
Followed by a sunny morning after weeks of drizzling rain. Just as if all would finally be fine, take an enjoyable twist. As if the spell was broken. That being the sunny morning of Friday, 11 October 2024, when loading in and hugging the Boucan boys a last time before setting out for the Teruel concert. Before the fragile flower of optimism crumbled, fell to pieces, disintegrated on the hard shoulder of a Catalan motorway, a few miles south of Macanet. The second hold-up in my touring history.
Read MoreI had no idea how what they were doing and what I was doing could somehow come together. The whole process turned out to be exploring situations, movements, and moods related to a constantly changing text. Fundamentally, it was about "them" and "me." In retrospect, I believe the moment I started to see something tangible from the snippets that were created was when the distinction between "them" and "me" disappeared.
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