Now it’s gone, always too soon, and we only have memories left. Sounds. Images. Japanese people call this reminiscence “omoide”. I like that word. It’s round, calm and peaceful.
Soon after, a new musical collaboration project was born from those memories as we meet again in Paris a few days ago and decide to write a song for my friend’s love. She sings beautifully and I’m very excited with the idea of writing music for someone’s voice in mind. I have quite some a number of unfinished songs and ideas that need polishing and a bit of rework and I can’t wait to fly back to start digging into those archives.
It will finally be a few songs and not only one.