The sea, the waves in the night, Pacific. A tall woman, in an evening dress, solitary. It’s all blue-gray.
So, I wanted to write a song, but I’m not a lyricist, and I’m not a singer. I tried many things, then I made it an instrumental.
It was made to be “De Façon Déguisée”, in disguise. For Dominique A.
A slow dance, with a big pensive bass, marimbas in echo, brushed drums and a mattress of strings.
For chorus I wanted to add an… irritation. Thus I added a too-loud snare drum, an insisting piano, like an itching.
She dances alone, therefore I added flutes, and doubled the marimbas with a sound on the left.
But maybe she sleeps now. It stops. Birds in the morning patio give her the sun.