To the west of ourselves ...

It is music that lend to these wanderings near the pace of the flanerie not, vagrancy who takes the time to marvel landscapes through which it passes, observe the shadows of the peaks, these almost motionless trips in these sunny woods where link benevolent cool areas.
This is music of Henri Crolla, that of Nino Rota, that of Gianluigi Trovesi or that of Olivier Longre ... Gianmaria Testa joins the very private circle of painters such a dreamlike slowness and Solar ...

You do not know Olivier Longre and yet you probably know without knowing it ...
You know Amélie pencils? His song references as Seventies (Catherine Sauvage, Moustaki, Anne Sylvestre, Barbara) that ferreting of the lunar folk side of Innocence Mission ....
Well if you know Amélie pencils, you know Olivier Longre.
Indeed, the training has made the guitarist of "La Porte Plume" arrangements, work for which he has also been awarded the Grand Prize of the Charles Cros Academy in October 2007.I also provided the key to his latest album Amelie appeared in 2012, "Up to the sea."

He released these days first solo album, "Ancient Melodies", a short album of less than 30 minutes ... An album that appeals to all the senses, which puts our vision ... We will eveil not surprised to learn that in addition to his musical activities, Olivier Longre is also a photographer ... For proof, this beautiful ghostly photograph album cover that makes you want to dive in ...
He managed also to unite its two businesses into one chronic through it regularly offers our colleagues in the excellent "absolute ear" ... These chronic, "the ordeal of his" aim sounds to set the sensations to the vision of an image ....
I believe that the whole premise of "Ancient Melodies" is summarized in this approach by the sound .... Evoking images ....

The album opens besides on "Song Of Green Valley" which marked the beginning of these chronic whose idea was to confront and music and image in an embrace that breaks borders. This piece bathes us in the night and pleasant universe as uterine.

"The Migrant" is the re-orchestration of the opening of the show "The door pen" Amelie Les Crayons ...
With this title, we enter a space where time indistinct arrive jumble of sepia images and almost erased people watching lexubérance of off the top of their youth.

"Silent Movie" is like the meeting of Pascal Comelade and The Innocence Mission ... And then there is this rich, silky working on arrangements with the Lyre, the harmonica, the Sanza ...

With "On The Roof", it is as if we were back in a cinema screen that would play "The Purple Rose Of Cairo" and "The Illusionist" by Sylvain Chaumet.
In one corner, there Django makes beef with old drunken gypsies and hilarious while children dance in a cheerful round ....

"Smoking Eyjafjallajökull", it's like Marc Ribot subsided to attend the grand eruption of insolent and arrogant giant.

"Morning Notes" scrambles once again the boundaries of time, between the convening of the Damia, Parisian singer of the 30s and the sound effects without substances (Perfect example of Hantologie so dear to Boards Of Canada ...)
It's like a minute and thirty seconds of weightlessness that puts you this exquisite shiver down the back ... I sometimes think Matt Elliott in the use of voice reverberated.

"29" is a beauty that dares lyricism ... It happens almost nothing and yet we are caught in these graceful notes Glockenspiel ... It's no music, the infinitely small, the detail that we forget, the most you, from almost nothing ...

"Routine" is originally written music for dancers duo ... And we see here before us who wander in volatile movements that assumed a bright smile optimism.

"The Earliest Land" transports us to other deltas where an old black emaciated plays slide guitar on a summer evening in an old rocking chair that follows the rhythm of rocking the night falls.

"West" that closes "Ancient Melodies" puts us way west ...
We're off to eternal search of a welcoming addition, a haven, a place where we can lay our burdens. We feel there, almost near enough to touch but each approach moves away in sweet frustration.

We review our children playing in these fragile guitar movements that recall the soft lines of Don Peris, the Innocence Mission cited guitarist.
We cross the bicycle Tuscany End of Day scenery with this welcome torpor that invades us and brings us back to our unit. We learn again slow, not as a synonym for boredom but a return to self. We learn again to live peacefully with ourselves, to listen to our defunct pictures that come alive before our eyes ....

For that alone, Olivier Longre and "Antiques Melodies" are to thank ...
Just for the thirty minutes that allow us to face this being only One late afternoon sun that warms us somewhere west of ourselves ...