Eric Chapelle - Our Time
(c) (p) 1998 Hamsa Music
14tks/67mins
Somewhere far away, far from the noisy cities of this crazy world,
in the middle of a boundless ocean there is a miraculous place,
where peace reigns, where eternal blue sky is reflected in turquoise
water, and the sun swims among the foamy clouds, and even the
time becomes slower... There, almost at the world's end...
And one desires to get there, to find himself at that beautiful
place at least for a moment. And then, being refreshed and cleaned,
to plunge back into whirlpool of unsteady world and to venture
a great number of fabulous deeds.
Such images are evoked by the works of Eric Chapelle. His album
is a music of a innermost calm and peace. "Our Time"
is an alternative view of our time. Strange, but it can also be
such: relaxed and filled by beauty. And the romantic and very
melodious compositions of Eric Chapelle are permeated with that
beauty. His piano sounds natural. There is no over sentimentality
or tedium. And the composer easily allows his inspiration to express
itself by creating the streams of warm, tender melodies, into
which you want to dip, as if it were a warm oceanic water.
"Our Time" is a good example of relaxation music. But
it is also something more. This music returns you back to yourself
and allows to feel that just this, current moment is beautiful
and will never come back. The music is totally in the present.
It is perfectly formed.
The music of this album has a subtle fragrance of refinement and
aristocratism. It slightly reminds the works of French impressionists.
And its mood is bright.
As if you stand on shore and see a white sailor who has appeared
far away from the boundless sea and slowly comes closer to you.
Where has his ship sailed? Through which seas? To which countries?
And where he dock?
His way is far. But its sails hover proudly. Its high masts rise
with confidence. Its sides are strong. Friends wait for you at
the final destination. And one wants to join there, to start the
way under that boundless sky, across that boundless water to the
miraculous country where Love waits you.
Serge Kozlovsky
P.S. I would like to express my gratitude to Alexander Petrov
for translation of this review.
