ZIG/ZAG (Albums)


Un hommage a mon ami... A tribute to my friend.

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{ Cest quoi le bonheur. Qui sait }

(... what's happiness? who knows ...)

 

(Don't read if you get triggered easily, skip the first few paragraphs if you want to)

 

Receiving that phone call in the middle of the night was an absolute nightmare. I couldn't believe it... It was just a normal day in Rennes, we hung out, we talked about life and what mysteries it contained. Your smile were brigther than ever and you filled me with so much joy. I couldn't see what you were struggling with at that time, and I will never forgive myself. You would always come to me if there was something bothering you, but not that day... You were happier than ever. You made me laugh so much during that time, and I remember I had to take a moment to catch my breath again. 

You were always supportive and you constantly told me to chase my dreams, even if my dreams seemed unreal at that time. I am now living my dream, without you by my side. I know if you were here today, you would stand on the side of the stage, chanting my name. And you would be so proud!.. I am now living my dream without you by my side, but I wanna tell you all about it. 

Hearing my mom's voice on the phone, I knew something was wrong. It wasn't as soft as it used to be and it sounded like she was about to break down. I asked her if everything was alright and then she told me;

That you sadly passed away.

I couldn't believe it at first, I thought she was joking. But the tone of her voice said otherwise. This was not a joke. And I had to get used to the fact that I couldn't call you every day. I wasn't able to hang out with you anymore... 

I accepted the fact that you were gone, but you would never be forgotten. 

In 2015 I got my first loopstation, and I was lucky enough to meet a very great person at that time. He called himself MB14 and it was just my luck! He was also French, which made it a lot easier for me, cause my English was very bad at that time. He taught me everything he knew about the loopstation and saw the tiny little light in me.

"Un jour tu seras plus grand. Tu brilleras sur ces idiots et tu deviendras le maître.."

And he was right.

I attended my first ever loopstation competition. The Grand Beatbox Battle and let me just say... I was able to meet so many great beatboxers and I guess you could say I made friends for life! We all shared our knowledge when it came to beatboxing, how to improve certain sounds and so on... When I made it to the semi finals and had to compete against my best friend, I knew he would be mad at me if I won.

But he didn't!

After the judges announced who was going to the final, he walked over to me and gave me a hug. I told him I didn't deserve it, but he just gave me a big smile and reminded me of what he had told me earlier. That I would become the master.

And I did! I won my first competition ever, and I am forever grateful for that. 

I could tell you all about it, from my time in Groove Control to teaming up with MB14. But I want to tell you about Zig and Zag.

After my success, I knew I had to do something to please my fans. I came up with an idea.

How about making an EP? That could work!

And so Zig was created... I spent most of my nights working on it, cause I only focused on perfection. Most of the songs were inspired by events that had occured to me. La Nuit may have been inspired by a night with a girl, but shush... We don't talk about that right now.

Qui Sait, however, was inspired by you... What is happiness? You were the only person at that time who showed me what happiness was. When I wrote the song, the first person I thought of was you. It was really hard to make a beat that could suit the song, cause I only started crying every time I read the lyrics. Who knows... Qui Sait...

Zig Zag were created as a tribute to you. You were the Zig to my Zag, and I hope you rest easy, mon amie. And you will always be my side, even if I can't see you or feel you, I will still have you in my thoughts.

-Written by SARO.

 

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