There are no coincidences in life, as an enlightened person once taught me. Repetitions are no coincidence, be it repetitions of death dates or of meaningful moments. Whether these reiterations carry a message is yours to decide: after all, you are the one to choose to season your life with lyricism – or to have it raw.
Ibiza is one of the significant repetitions in my life.
In 2013, in a series of spiritual and emancipating trips, I spent a short but memorable 4-day trip on the island, whose magic is still to be unfolded and told.
10 years later (almost to the day), destiny came knocking back at my door. A great opportunity came again from my job, offering me to share my turntable and music selector skills during a 30-minute warm-up session. The setting: an indian-summer-infused garden party with Ibiza as the main theme!
Gifts are chosen based on what you know about your givee. What I knew about Ibiza was its beaches, its sun, its sea; its music, its DJs, its parties, its crowd; its vibes, its freedom, its temptations, its transgressions. And, complimentary to the latter, one's surrender to them.
My gift is here, shared to the World, shared with you; and made up of jazz vibes and the likes of flute, trumpet, guitar, because music is the dance of the soul; of nonchalance as a philosophy of life; of electronic beats, yet floating in the air, ni trop heavy ni trop light; latin vibes and percussions; endless sunsets…
May life honour me for having lighted sparkles like mines have been sparkled.