The music world is ruthless. No place for the weak, the oppressed, the roux. And sometimes people who deserve all our respect are unfairly forgotten and it is very unfortunate. Who remembers the "producer" of genius, unique and inimitable Louvel? Yet it is he who is behind "Louvel Depression" or "Jerome, I breakdown" and the lesser known but still great "Jerome, I had surgery by a gynecologist.
Besides his talents as "producer" has been our companion recording all summer, since Louvel is also my roommate. Let us give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar. He has endured and live up to this very hour later, the skeletons of our songs unlistenable and it has barely budged. He is the author of superb poems such as "Jerome, this song is unbearable", "You will not get anywhere with it, leave", "your pride mask the magnitude of the disaster" or "you have a pop commercial shit.
And despite all the encouragement, Louvel has been forgotten in the gratitude of our EP. Drama. I hope this little note will help ease his suffering.
Suffering is the feeling of Marc Javoine, our support and regular guest in Paris, do not read his name in thanks. It sees it is a little different, we have a different appreciation of its nicknames, but he has a personality disorder.
Personality, it is indeed a word that sums up the greatness of our favorite manager, Maxime . Maxim has not been forgotten, but his memory is always a source of inspiration for many, I can thank him again. Max has OCD, he does not leave a room before he was fired 50 times. Maxime, thank you for your sentences as useful as shock "your pants below the underwear" or "if we start it now, we are not left" and "Noel Mamere is masseur. Bravo.
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