Auguste Renoir
Welcome,
My name is Charles and I'm "a music craving junkie". Addicted to all sorts of music opening new windows on the world. Addicted to a point where I feel that I have no choice but composing music. And still find pleasure in expressing "basic human emotions" as one great man said.....
A few years ago I started to work with Ballet compagny as a sound engineer and it was a true revelation to me. I was amazed to discover an entire world of new means of expression. I quickly realised that the artitisc direction I wanted to take for a long time was here in front of my eyes every day... Movements and music are a combination of expressions which can be extremely powerful....
One of the main interest I have in music, is to share visions, sensibilities and creations with other persons or artists, whether they are choreographers, musicians, or just normal beings. There is no matter in what we are, what we do is what remains in the end. We have things to say, things to show, things to express in so many different ways... Come and share what you feel...
I work as a sound engineer for le Grand Théâtre de Genève and also for a few bands such as STEVANS or LA JONGLE DES JAVAS
my little bio
I was born some 27 years ago in the french part of the earth in a pretty city called Paris. I was then raised in the alps in the middle of the wilderness (in fact in the middle of nowhere), in some lonely places where wandering the wild, thinking and dreaming is actually not a choice but the only thing to do. What a gentle way of growing up... Imagination becomes a friend. Sometimes very talkative, sometimes really bitchy but hardly real. What is real and what is imagined is truely hard to define when you are of early age. Music early imposed itself as a nice way to express myself. One mean to expose what cannot be said and to scream what cannot be heard. . So many feelings and thoughts and so little words. How can you picture something moving something constantly changing? What can't be said is mainly due to the world we're growing in, a world hard to fit in...
I started to learn music at the age of 6 playing saxophone then piano but quit at the age of 13 because of chronical argue with the teachers...
A few years passed by and I bought an electric guitar. I left France for an exchange student year in the U.S. and left with my guitar and my amp in my bag, quite heavy :)... When I came back I met the person who started it all. She was a singer and pushed me and showed me how to express things out of me... I have never stopped composing ever since. There has not been a single week in which I haven't been composing music.
In a way, I can say that she taught me how to talk...
When the world evaporates and unleashes a nerverending flow of emotions and feelings, I end up getting lost in an upward spiral echoing into atoms and stars. Infinite sources of inspiration can be found in any fragment of any movement we might see. And little by little they ache with a meaning that can never be uttered in words. They keep floating around like little invisible ghosts... A little power given to humans to create eternity. We forget, the world moves on but what has exited remains somewhere in a dimension we rarely touch. Maybe in our dreams. Our dreams of grace, our dreams of love, the dreams of our lives... In a place where every second is a gift, where every heart beat is a note of music...
"There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is on a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.â€
Martha Graham
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