When CobSOn was 6 years old, mom and dad Cobson sent her to the local music school (in the suburbs of Toulouse) where she started to play the piano. The course lasted 11 years. During the summer 2002, she wrote her first words, "give the slip…

When CobSOn was 6 years old, mom and dad Cobson sent her to the local music school (in the suburbs of Toulouse) where she started to play the piano. The course lasted 11 years. During the summer 2002, she wrote her first words, "give the slip…

Well, there was this Spectrasonics contest... and songs had to be submitted by June 30th... so we finally started working on this one on the evening of the 29th. Yeah. We procrastinate.

This is the basic theme for "weekend in new orleans", a documentary we're currently writing the soundtrack for (it'll be adapted with variations throughout the film). It's very quiet. (Video trailer coming shortly.)

I found a spot beside the path on the mountain of Jazz, not very far up, but the view was pleasant, so I stayed a while and and grabbed some words from the beauty and life passing at the time.

Today's jamming of an old tune. Don't get to comfy: there's more.

First song written on an electric. Was, and Is and Is to come.

Funk for freeing souls. I finally put my finger on what's wrong with people. I had 'Hippie!' shouted at me from a passing car last week and this was the spontaneous out pouring.