Category: Emilie’s chronicles

At my windy doorstep we stand here together eye-to-eye and hopefully ear-to-ear. I bring you some songs that are very important to me, und zwar in that order.

I take a little bit of time off of my paid holidays (that’s such a new and welcome concept) to look back on the last few years of my Munich adventure. In a way, I think my journey reflects a reality that is bigger than myself – for example, the number of Clubs in Munich…

The overwhelming notion of time slipping through my fingers is gone. Time goes with a slower pace than ever before. Coffee tastes stronger, beer tastes sweeter, and conversations sink into my brain a little deeper. No more deadline of going back, no more guilt about missing something out (well, there’s always a little guilt left…

I’ve been back for a week, already, but not quite completely. What I thought was going to be holidays became a intense race against time : let’s make as many things as possible happen before I leave. A sleepless weekend programming the Sausage Productions identities before the Manuela launch. The most intense two weeks I’ve…

Switching from Montréal Mode to Munich Mode is like turning the page to a new chapter, every time. The gesture is increasingly smoother as it engraves itself in muscles’ memory. Three times now. Three chapters that start in the unknown, with loved protagonists and cityscapes as anchors for an ongoing tale of music, passion and…

I have not written anything in two weeks. And no, it’s not because things were not interesting, far from it. The last days at the Praxis, the crazy parties all around, Die Lore at MajMusicalMonday, Christmas, and Imagine Peace, the glorious Rote Sonne evening with LeRoy+Band and Pollyester, yesterday.

I don’t take a lot of pictures. It’s hard to portray the smell of dead leaves finding its way back into the city’s perfume after many days of the overpowering smell of sunlight. To portray the way the lukewarm breeze hits the trembling muscles of my thighs from such a long stroll by the Isar.…

4 in the morning, 4 days in. It feels like the routine is : don’t even try to have a routine, or a three-part-plan, as the most beautiful things that happen to you are always out of accidents. Just give yourself a canvas for the night, the first brushstroke, the rest is a dance between…

It’s been only four months. It’s highly likely that I’m not able to come back to Munich for another four months. Still, my Facebook feed is dripping of summer shining on Bavaria, and I feel like I’m not completely missing out all the fun. You all post stunning show pictures, backstage glimpses, rehearsal teasers, bar…

It’s 2PM in Quebec city and still a part of me is fully aware that it’s 8PM in Munich. It’s not even been 10 days since I’m back to Real Life, with family, friends, projects, shows…

I close my eyes as I listen to your music, and instead of seeing colours and landscapes, I see your faces. I see the veins on the top of your hands as they play their instruments, I see your feet following the tempo. I see your half closed eyes and I can hear your deep,…