Divine Triad of Musical Love

Don’t be mistaken, Jaroussky and his voice are one, but Garcia and his guitar are two. And this CD is staging three characters that more than strut on the stage of this life that is so desperately sad in so many ways. And love is the theme, love is the discourse, love is the fate of these three entities, beings, music warriors, and they can only sing love, over and over, and always the reference to some kind of end, death, completion in total departure or deprivation comes like some bells tolling high in some church tower in some desolate village. The reference to the Carnival in Orfeu Negro is not vain, not gratuitous, not the folly of some sudden attraction and appeal for this drama in Rio de Janeiro that could be anywhere, in New Orleans, or in Nice, where carnivals are supposed to be mythical like in Notting Hill, London.

We all know that love is a fate that is trapping us all the time in its grasp, its claws, its fangs, from this beauty that takes us down into the Rhine river, from this mermaid that takes us down into the Baltic waters of Copenhagen, to this fascinating biker with his eagle in his back on his leather jacket. Sooner or later, it has to come to an end, and let’s hope we are not dead when this end comes, dead, drowned in some deep lake or sea, dead in the arms of the beloved that reveals herself or himself, themselves for sure purely evanescent and transient, like a tornado…