LP fever is something you never recover from. A spark is enough to revive it.
If you really want to tell a story, you must be ready to set off.
Ferrer’s flash vanished from the Italian radars in February 1971, just to appear in France one year later.
A recording studio, the only constant with him, who was always on the move.
Getting to Taillade and discovering I wasn’t the only one following Nino Ferrer’s trails.
Such a BILLING would have meant sold-out shows 40 years ago.
Nino is an ocean…I considered going adrift for a while, then found a direction.