well, now i’m going to finally write down what this album is about... many things, to start with, first i wanted to make something that would reflect the way i feel life and find it beautiful, and i feel that life is beautiful because of it all, the errors, the glitches, the softness, the roughness, because it can be so intense and delicate at the exact same time, so sharp yet so soft, all i one second, so sweet and so painful, so rugged and so smooth, always, opposite feelings happening at once. I needed this music to reflect this aspect of life. I also needed it to shine through with the child that lives inside of us all, my child was playing with toys and rubbish in ApolloNove’s studio using whatever came to mind as an instrument, just because of the way it made me feel, or just because it was there, or because my heart felt so. I needed it to be sharp like electricity and droned in sub bass at times, to have grains of sand or dust and wood, to have metal and glass. The Shine of dried Electric Leaves is the image of an action that in my own world would be able to generate the overall sound of this pieces of music, the fact that if you would jump on a pile of dried electric leaves that were laying on damp soil, you would get this deep round sub bass from the thud of your feet on the ground, and the leaves would crack and sparkles would spark and bit of leaves would become dust, earth. This is collage and sculpture, this is not fusion, this is the mass of sounds and life experiences i have absorbed, eaten, swallowed through time, then, during some beautiful days, i have let them come out, without rational measure, without thought through calculation. One day we just pressed record and jammed without too much though as of what kind of instruments we would pick up, or if they even were instruments. whatever, it made a sound, and it felt good. Sound, on sound, on word, on many things through a whole days, building masses of poetic sound collages, snap shots of those days and hours, then i stopped and let this all simmer a bit. The songs show themselves to you when you work like this, you jam for 20 minutes while recording, and a song or more will be born from that collage, all you have to do is to listen to it, and snip it, chop, sculpt it out. Then after you’ve done a few, you start to see the predominant colors of what is being created, the soundscape, you see what has been inside of you come out. That’s when the rational may come in, so that you can shape things better, make it more clear, that’s the sculpture days. more to come.... mmm... it’s late at night in paris, i thought i should start explaining here what happens in the inside of all this, i thought, hey, i have a website, i can write it down there and here it will be. the text above is not finished because there’s more to it, i’ll go on fixing it and writing more to it, do come back for the rest of the story. love. PS: this i wrote down on myspace, here it comes :on another note. music the way i put it in the juicer or splash on in the canvas, is not about mixing this with that, or that with the other, the genre, the country where one was born or where one lives,in not about being from this that scene this box or the next, or if, it's just me then, when that piece was done, with all i had inside of me at that second until that chapter got closed when the lights of the studio go off. it's taking up poems and embracing them with sounds in layers and ponctuations, water, powder, bricks. even better, is to sculpt out of a big mass of collected particules of sound, sweat, glue, lick, purple, silver, air, wood, wind,anything, thats been glued together by living life and all these and other things acumulating inside of me just like breathing and the only things remaining being the ones that match me at that moment, then letting them out, all merged inside me by osmosis, letting it all come out, all that, is that mass, that will be sculpted until it gives me goose bumps and butterflies. then i know it's ready. in other words, what i do is collage and sculpture.