“As I first envisioned the idea of giving life to “Vague Souvenir”, I couldn’t imagine how personal and intimate of an album it would become. I couldn’t expect how honestly exposed I would offer myself, neither how emotionally real and uninhibited every word would be, or how much of a true story driven by every drop of sound would recklessly incarnate. Somehow, I guess my profound unselfconsciousness allowed me to unfold what had been kept bonded for so long deep inside of me. As much as I know that if I only had a little idea of the real affective implication of such an unrepressed and consumed project, I would have probably tamed its blooming whisper for its long remorseful self-abandonment spirit to ever find amnesty. I would have doubtlessly softened its tone by dimming the bright light of what desperately needed to be exposed under the luminescence of my desires to uncompromisingly “be”. I would have tinted the vibrant colors of the secret feelings I kept denying for so long. I would have condemned such a pure album to be produced rather than be embodied.
Therefore, my only vision for “Vague Souvenir” was to share the genuineness of the words’ true personification and the sincerity by which I would earnestly actualize them. I wasn’t too concerned about any judgmental public scrutiny, since my conception of “Vague Souvenir” was totally denuded of any successful ambitions and any commercial pretensions. This assumed acknowledgment led me to the unfoldment of what would ultimately define the unique character of the album’s spirit, and to what would bloom into being so much more than words and sounds, all originating in the stammering vulnerability expressed in what would be known as “À Ces Matins Sans Âme”. Read More »