Jean-Paul Daroux project Présents the Album « LA CITE ENGLOUTIE »
The Jean-Paul Daroux Project
invites you to explore « La cité
engloutie » the fifth album by the pianist and composer from the Var
region. If you have the soul of a traveler, embark with us on new adventures by
listening to « Le dernier chant venu de
l’Atlantide » and discovering « Le
récif des sirènes » Music that undulates, rolls, and surges from genre to
genre without leaving you indifferent. A barrier-free marine and underwater
atmosphere, free from all limits, transports you to the confluence of lost
civilizations. We chart our course «
Dans l’oeil du sextant » riding
the coattails of previous albums « La
légende des 7 sages » and « Change
or No Change ».
Still the unique sound and characteristic imprint, with
hypnotic double bass loops and a bow that opens the way to polyphony. A refined
piano, tinged with romanticism and modernity, always supported and regulated by
a perfectly tuned and eloquent drum kit. A trio that never lacks ideas,
lyricism, and originality. The sea, an eternal muse, has become an
inexhaustible source of inspiration and a platform for expression for these
three musicians, accomplices and friends.
See you for unforgettable concerts.
ALBUM « LA CITE ENGLOUTIE »
LA CITE ENGLOUTIE
We will not reveal its exact location. This myth from
the depths of time remains a well-kept secret.
Since Plato, Atlantis has continued to awaken our
imagination.
LE DERNIER CHANT VENU DE L’ATLANTIDE
As the city was about to disappear beneath the waves,
its inhabitants gathered in the immense
temple. There, they improvised a final song filled
with hope.
LE RECIF DESERVES SIRENES
The Cabo de Gata National Park in Andalusia is a place
steeped in mystery. It is rumored that the
song of the sirens bewitched sailors, driving their
ships against the captivating reef.
EMBARQUEMENT POUR L’ILLUSION
We leave a dock with our heads full of ideas and
dreams. We set sail to dock and set down our
bags on an unknown land. Destiny, master of the
leagues, silently awaits us along the way.
DANS L’OEIL DU SEXTANT
Let's take advantage of these simple and sincere
moments to forget about GPS. Let's take out
our old sextant, hidden at the bottom of a trunk.
Let's take stock of our lives with our eyes fixed
on the sun.
VENTS CONTRAIRES
We must know how to face them to stay on course. The
sky suddenly darkens and the elements
rage. It's time to maneuver by tacking and swerving to
our final destination.
MISTRAL SUR LE LEVANT
The island abandons itself to the caress of the sun.
To the east, the Titan lighthouse watches like
a motionless sentinel. To the west, Maupertuis Point
juts out into the sea. The mistral, playful and
impetuous, likes to play with this piece of land,
sweeping it with its powerful breath.
RUE CARPEAUX
It all begins somewhere in Martinique in the Caribbean
Sea. The story ends at the foot of
Montmartre Hill, on Rue Carpeaux. Legend has it that
one can hear his piano playing on certain
winter evenings.
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