Piano on the dancefloor

Well, I haven't been here in almost two years. Oops!
I guess my life is consumed with other duties and passions. Actually coming back here today, just to look for a link to a travel site (I am in midst of preparing an adventurous trip which thankfully includes Paris), made me sad and nostalgic. I felt like I was looking at a ghost, a ghost of myself. Has my Paris connection weakened so deeply since I have moved to the states? Am I so caught up with life here that I no longer think of that other part of me? Hmmm... I'd like to think that the connection will never break, but tending to it in this manner reminds me too much of how dearly I miss Europe. I guess there is no need to over think it. I am here today, and somehow I feel inspired to post and it shall be. And perhaps this will be a good place and time to reminisce about last summer's trip back home, and then this year's adventure, which is now in preparation.

But for now, let me tell you about my not so recent obsession with the most exquisite French man. His name? Maxence Cyrin. His specialty? Classical piano interpretations of electro and house anthems. Why such fixation? He isn't simply interpreting pop, he has picked music very particular to my generation, era, and taste. The good stuff, the stuff we danced to in high school and listened to throughout adolescence, rare gems that sound even more fabulous when performed by him. Better yet, his new album features songs by Justice, The Pixies and Daft Punk. How is that for artful and eclectic? I am unfortunately missing his live performance at Le Baron in Paris this February, but am hoping he will be playing sometime this summer, so that for once, I can become that creepy fan!

check this out! Seriously, I think I am going to start taking piano lessons.