At the origin of this project, the desire to share, to meet simply, the space of a session,"to see" what we can do together; what we have to say to each other, to exchange, to share; what we can reveal to each other, what we do not imagine we have. In other words, it's a nude exposure. To be true here and now, without blush - to be fair. Heart to heart. To Cappella. If very quickly the instruments, guitars, bass, percussion of all countries, entered the game underlining light and elliptical arrangements, the frail skeleton of hyper-melodic songs, the initial spirit remained: without artifice, on the spot, on the spot - let the soul speak through the human voice. Three voices, therefore, equal, three singular paths, three parallel stories, three distinct universes, with in common, like a nourishing sun, more or less distant: Africa. Sensitive, carnal, colourful, lively and lived in Richard and Lokua's home, the first Cameroonian born on the Adamaoua plateau, between savannah and virgin forest, the second Congolese, both linked by the power of the Congo River, carrying myths and reality of a timeless Earth - and the experience of exile, the discovery of ultra-contemporary cosmopolitanism. Inherited, confiscated, for Gerald, Antillean from Paris, embarked in turn in the great drive of his deported ancestors, to the outposts, in spite of him, of this new mixed world, to come, already here, here and elsewhere. No clashes of cultures between these three but a sweet and insidious contagion, as if the borders suddenly became porous, and that in this gradient of skin colors, in these nuances of grain of voices, between telluric power and Caribbean melancholy, beyond traditions, languages and ancestral cultures, the light utopia of a world in song was born and faded. So this whole thing was just a dream? The magic of a moment? Yeah, maybe it is. But are you sure about that?
