I’m a rollin’ stone all alone and lost… This recording was peaceful but corresponds to the pursuit of a restless dream. The dream of a century of music : jazz, rock, soul… and some less popular but as fascinating : blues, folk, country… that make some who are curious about mankind happy, seekers of unique stories, horizon lookers… As a teenager, harmonica was my direct line to America, the one for all misunderstandings and all possibilities. Through music, I discovered a world of unfairness and violence, of passion and multifaceted cultures. But above all a world of live music as we had lost getting used to. Get together and play, just to control loneliness, before getting on the road again, road that never ends but with omission.