Swallow Letters

During the public renditions of the residency in Morocco, Yoko sang “Hotaru Koi” with “Les Mamans Douées”, a traditional Japanese song that she had taught them during the workshops in Dar Bellarj. A few days after a restitution in…

A musical island The island is a living poem. This is my second time coming here and these are the words that come naturally to me. I know why. This island is a world apart, out of time, and…

On the paths of the Blue Mountains there are temples like living dreams, refuges for passing birds where you can still experience a few magic concerts. Thus Kannonshoji and its scent of sandalwood, its horizon open towards Lake Biwa…

So here we are on this adventure. It has been several years since I wanted to share a sort of nomadic notebook around music. This writing project along the way gradually became that of an album. So I will…

This photo was taken this weekend when we arrived on the small island of Okishima, the only island inhabited on the fort, immense and deep Lake Biwa, island where with Yöko Takeda we are welcomed in a creative residency…