Esther Maud takes pictures and makes videos. But especially she writes, and records her texts in the form of vocal notes, and little by little, these turn into melodies, then in songs. These almost naked songs, a cappella, she sends them to the four corners of France, because not so much
a musician herself, she seeks the right horsehair for her snapshots of life. And once finished, the magic operates and we see more than fire: his pop songs hang in the
first seconds, as if everything had been linked from the start. Seemingly slight, these speak of love, of course, the one we lose, the one that destroys us (Urgence Medicale), but also of this love that we miss and that we find again (Abroad Solitaire), the one who soothes us. A sweet melancholy, cheeky and never overbearing, which makes us think so many illustrious predecessors of the 60’s, that some of her contemporaries pop. Enjoy Etranger Solitaire!
This Is Pop? 