Paris
Musicien passioné, Guitariste, Bassiste, Percussioniste, DAW-ist, Compositeur, Interprète, passionné d'art visuel, influencé par de nombreux styles de musiques pour peu que ce soit "des musiques authentiques qui parlent à l'âme".
// Blues, Folk, Rock, Garage, Punk, Hard-Rock, Metal, Death, Funk, Soul, Hip-Hop, Trip-Hop, Pop, Jazz, Jazz-swing, New Wave, Electronique, Bass, Techno, Acid, Lo-Fi, Experimental Africaine, Brésilienne & du monde //
Avec ses productions et compositions solo, MAO, Acoustique ou Électrique, il explore sans limites et mêle les univers musicaux qui nourrissent sa créativité. Animé par un vrai instinct d'improvisation, accompagné de ses Instruments - saturé, doux, linéaire ou non-linéaire, il conçoit ses morceaux pour que chacun d’eux soit une expérience unique, une histoire qui se raconte, s’écoute et se ressent.
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Passionate musician, Guitarist, Bass player, Percussionist, DAW-ist, Composer, Performer, visual art passionate, influenced by all styles of music as long as it is "authentic music that speaks to the soul".
// Blues, Folk, Rock, Garage, Punk, Hard-Rock, Metal, Death, Funk, Soul, Hip-Hop, Trip-Hop, Pop, Jazz, Jazz-swing, New Wave, Electronic, Bass, Techno, Acid , Lo-Fi, Experimental African, Brazilian & music from all around the world //
With his solo, MAO, acoustic and electric productions and compositions, he explores without limits and mixes the musical universes that feeds his creativity. Driven by a real improvisation instinct, followed by his Instruments - saturated, soft, linear or non-linear, he designs his pieces so that each of them is a unique experience, a story that is told, heard and felt.
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Words disappear,
Words weren't so clear,
Only echos passing through the night.
The lines on my face,
Your fingers once traced,
Fading reflection of what was.
Thoughts re-arrange,
Familar now strange,
All my skin is drifting on the wind.
Spring brings the rain,
With winter comes pain,
Every season has an end.
I try to see through the disguise,
But the clouds were there,
Blocking out the sun (the sun).
Thoughts re-arrange,
Familar now strange,
All my skin is drifting on the wind.
Spring brings the rain,
With winter comes pain,
Every season has an end.
There's an end,
-The Greenhorns
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