My sound guy & producer is on a well deserved holiday & I am in a Paris emptied of its native citizens… I walk a lot, it s a way to get rid of an ever coming back restless feeling of mine. We finished 8 tracks of my forthcoming record & we’ll record the rest @ the end of the summer. So I walk a lot while this record remains the thing uppermost in my mind. The tunes are somehow all being played in my head, constantly, like jumbled radio waves. It’s only a whisper but it’s all I hear.

Walking holds me to the earth. I had a long promenade in my neighborhood the other day. It amazed me all the different congregations of things I knew nothing of, the corners & streets with their different particularities and moods. The closed doors and curtained windows, both uplifting and oppressive. The vertiginous thought that an infinite amount of lives are going on, starting and stopping everyday & every hour, with their own sens of importance & purpose. The mere thought of it dazes & confuses me.

Now as I m heading to Scotland I find it logical to share a berber song my mum & I listened in the car when I was young. The berber melodies sound like funny celt music. When I was a kid I wanted to look like the woman in the middle ahah !