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There are rivers that lead to harbors sometimes; safe harbors for music and history. He found himself in le Havre singing about lemon ice cream not far from the mouth of the Seine (and the pronunciation of mouth was always tricky...) but just across the Channel - all that Pop music! Maybe it's brought over on the wings of seagulls; the laughter of T-Rex, the stare of the thin white duke, its always in the air with Jérôme, hovering, looking for a place to land. On the beat best of all. He sings softer these days like a juggler of fine china. But there's still that vaudeville sensibility of Beatles, Kinks, sing-along-songs that follow through the years carrying memories of emotions so real it must be from some classic celluloïd dreams - Frank Capra maybe? And what's the message here? That it is a wonderful life? (No, not world, people, or...clothes even!) But give me a soundtrack and I'll find a part that suits my wardrobe. Heading north now, far from the harbor. On the other hand we could talk about George Martin for hours or Tony Visconti or the tales of Mike Garson or beautiful Epiphone guitars where Yoko Ono shops. Some friendships grow through the years even when you rarely have the time for a coffee together. But then, one rainy thursday "Step inside Jérôme and let's talk of the magic of Rubber Soul or Changes... my god, changes yes." Long ago, I tried to teach him things that I don't even believe anymore. But maybe I'll start again. And thanks (me too) for the wind under my wings. (Hey! when I'm a really old man full of dirty jokes will you record one of my song for me? Now listen..) - ELLIOTT MURPHY

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