Seven years ago...
I was at the front beach, in Cannes, during the MIDEM, the internationally known music fair.
A man, young and tall, was talking with Annabelle, the anchor of the show I was organizing.
It was the end of the day and, in February, even on the Southern shores of France, the wind was biting and David wearing a single T-shirt was shaking.
I gave him my jacket and he borrowed me his mp3 player.
"These are my songs!" he told me, so I put the headphones...
Since then, seven years ago, I have been listening David's compositions.
His songs, his voice, his arrangements have something that can't be explained by words, because words are signs while David's songs are vibrations, feelings, colors.
David's songs are a mix of emotions wisely adjusted and masterly fine tuned to reach precises note and create surprises.
When I hear his melodies, I know they are exactly what I have been waiting for, hoping for, desiring.
I know your songs David and I still get surprised every time I listen them as I found new dimensions, details among details, structures in the arrangement, a fractal path.
Seven years later, I still hearing that Willpowa demo you borrowed me in Cannes when we were walking in the sea front, Annabelle, you, me and other friends.
I was there, but I was already in your world!
Seven days ago...
I was home in Court St Etienne, when I downloaded your last creation, Care About Us.
I already knew that song because it's one of your songs.
I knew it will surprise me because it's one of your songs..
And it surprised me, because it's one of your songs!
In fact, it really surprised me, because this song is you!
It carries all your ideals, all your generosity, all your rebellion, all your energy.
Ideals, generosity, rebellion, energy in a smooth mood, a surprise.
You're pointing the hidden 1%, singing the truth.
You're dreaming our future, playing harmony.
You're playing our past, dreaming harmony.
And the cruelty takes form, defined, brutal.
We are nor history and will not, because we are the many...
Because we are nothing but what the engine eats, hits...
The surprise is that you know it all,
but it's a song, it's David's song,
and that's what matters...
Like seven years ago...
Like seven days ago...
Thanks my friend!
G
I was at the front beach, in Cannes, during the MIDEM, the internationally known music fair.
A man, young and tall, was talking with Annabelle, the anchor of the show I was organizing.
It was the end of the day and, in February, even on the Southern shores of France, the wind was biting and David wearing a single T-shirt was shaking.
I gave him my jacket and he borrowed me his mp3 player.
"These are my songs!" he told me, so I put the headphones...
Since then, seven years ago, I have been listening David's compositions.
His songs, his voice, his arrangements have something that can't be explained by words, because words are signs while David's songs are vibrations, feelings, colors.
David's songs are a mix of emotions wisely adjusted and masterly fine tuned to reach precises note and create surprises.
When I hear his melodies, I know they are exactly what I have been waiting for, hoping for, desiring.
I know your songs David and I still get surprised every time I listen them as I found new dimensions, details among details, structures in the arrangement, a fractal path.
Seven years later, I still hearing that Willpowa demo you borrowed me in Cannes when we were walking in the sea front, Annabelle, you, me and other friends.
I was there, but I was already in your world!
Seven days ago...
I was home in Court St Etienne, when I downloaded your last creation, Care About Us.
I already knew that song because it's one of your songs.
I knew it will surprise me because it's one of your songs..
And it surprised me, because it's one of your songs!
In fact, it really surprised me, because this song is you!
It carries all your ideals, all your generosity, all your rebellion, all your energy.
Ideals, generosity, rebellion, energy in a smooth mood, a surprise.
You're pointing the hidden 1%, singing the truth.
You're dreaming our future, playing harmony.
You're playing our past, dreaming harmony.
And the cruelty takes form, defined, brutal.
We are nor history and will not, because we are the many...
Because we are nothing but what the engine eats, hits...
The surprise is that you know it all,
but it's a song, it's David's song,
and that's what matters...
Like seven years ago...
Like seven days ago...
Thanks my friend!
G
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