Stavroz

A place, undiscovered, nobody around. Help is on the way, guided by horns over drums, synths over bass. As you make your way through a paradise carnival in this off planet world.

Summers are white, winters are green.

A soundtrack for wandering, crossing up and down. A place to enter before, during or after the party.

Suns and moons are setting and rising. Lakes and rivers are filled with sequences of guitars and patterns of snares. The big boom in the sky lights up arrangements as constellations.

Fragile voices in the sand. Pink piano improvisations countering steady beats.

Reflections and portals forming multiple musical universes. Aujourd’hui we live.