Men Tensel: the snarling rock in Breton… the reef where the Kéréon lighthouse rises, battered by the violent currents of the Fromveur, in the Iroise Sea.
Kéréon…
Often I think of it, of its pitiful gestures under the rain, so much loneliness…
And I listen to the sounds along its flanks. Sounds that mock the technical servitudes of our music: the ocean, pebbles rolling without end, the undersea people huddled there…
Yes, for years I practiced composition, classical music, jazz, flamenco… techniques indifferent to the music of nature.
At Kéréon, the ocean resounds.
So… you’re going to listen to The Lighthouse’s music… And you know, I didn’t make that music.
I only orchestrated it.
It’s everywhere,
in the swells,
in the sky,
I GIVE IT TO YOU.