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Charlotte Dechaumes, Toulouse:
"Quand Raphaël m'a demandé si je pouvais écrire une
chronique sur son morceau "Veiled Core", j'ai dit oui tout en sachant
que j'allais me frotter à quelque chose de peu familier, peu naturel à mon
corps et mes oreilles.
J'étais pressée. Je devais partir d'ici une dizaine de minutes.
En même temps que je lui parlais, je finissais de me préparer. Je nouais mes
lacets, j'éteignais l'ordinateur tout en poursuivant la conversation sur mon
smartphone. Je chargeais la voiture, fermais la maison, rangeais mes clés,
ouvrais la voiture, insérais les clés de contact. Il m'a juste dit, tu as
besoin de 22 minutes 15. J'ai clos la conversation en lui promettant que
j'allais prendre le temps de me poser pour écouter son morceau. J'ai démarré.
La musique a débuté alors que je prenais la petite allée me
menant vers l'extérieur. J'ai pris un virage puis la route longeant le zoo. Les
vibrations ont commencé à se faire entendre décrivant à mon oreille cercles et
spirales. Je me suis engagée sur le périphérique. La voie était moins sinueuse.
Mon esprit se rendait plus disponible s'ouvrant sur la ballade d'une âme
méditative en quête d'apaisement. Plus j'avançais, plus l'écho retentissait. Je
trouvais alors une certaine sérénité. Le repos de l'esprit parfois se
troublait, tentant la musique à perdre son calme. Nous devions nous concentrer,
à nouveau. A cet instant, la circulation fût bloquée par des bouchons,
énervements, ralentissements... La réalité faisait un pied de nez à mon voyage
auditif et un voile subtil se posait sur mon esprit dès lors altéré. Mon
périple au coeur des embouteillages fût
cependant bref et le doux ronron méditatif repris sa respiration, renouant avec
le fil de mon histoire. Tout redevint plus simple, plus fluide. La musique
s'est arrêtée. J'ai poursuivis mon chemin enrichie d'une expérience partagée.
"
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Charlotte Dechaumes, Toulouse:
When Raphael asked me if I could write a chronicle of his piece "Veiled Core", I said yes, knowing that I was going to be confronted to something unfamiliar, unnatural to my body and my ears.
I was in a hurry. I had to leave in the next ten minutes. At the same time I talked to him, and I finished preparing myself. I knotted my shoelaces, I turned off the computer while continuing the conversation on my smartphone. I loaded the car, closed the house stick my keys in my pochet, opened the car, inserted the key in the contact. He just told me, you need 22 minutes 15. I ended the conversation by promising him that I would take the time to lay myself to listen to his piece. I started.
The music began when I took the little path leading to the outside. I took a turn and the road along the zoo. The vibrations began to be heard describing circles and spirals to my ears. I am headed to the highway. The route was less curvy. My mind went more available opening on the ballad of a meditative soul in search of peace. The further I went, the more the echo was present. Then I found some serenity. The peace of mind sometimes troubled, tempting the music to lose its calm. We had to concentrate again. At this point, traffic was blocked, irritation, slowness ... The reality was a snub to my sound journey and a subtle veil rested on my mind since then altered. My journey into the heart of traffic, however, was short and sweet humming meditative breathing again, reviving the thread of my story. Everything became easier, more fluid. The music stopped. I continued my journey enriched by a shared experience. "
Charlotte Dechaumes, Toulouse:
When Raphael asked me if I could write a chronicle of his piece "Veiled Core", I said yes, knowing that I was going to be confronted to something unfamiliar, unnatural to my body and my ears.
I was in a hurry. I had to leave in the next ten minutes. At the same time I talked to him, and I finished preparing myself. I knotted my shoelaces, I turned off the computer while continuing the conversation on my smartphone. I loaded the car, closed the house stick my keys in my pochet, opened the car, inserted the key in the contact. He just told me, you need 22 minutes 15. I ended the conversation by promising him that I would take the time to lay myself to listen to his piece. I started.
The music began when I took the little path leading to the outside. I took a turn and the road along the zoo. The vibrations began to be heard describing circles and spirals to my ears. I am headed to the highway. The route was less curvy. My mind went more available opening on the ballad of a meditative soul in search of peace. The further I went, the more the echo was present. Then I found some serenity. The peace of mind sometimes troubled, tempting the music to lose its calm. We had to concentrate again. At this point, traffic was blocked, irritation, slowness ... The reality was a snub to my sound journey and a subtle veil rested on my mind since then altered. My journey into the heart of traffic, however, was short and sweet humming meditative breathing again, reviving the thread of my story. Everything became easier, more fluid. The music stopped. I continued my journey enriched by a shared experience. "
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