JOHN BUTLER TRIO

Opening a window upon the world, a cup of coffee, some methadone and a few cigarettes abandonned on the coffee table, we hit the road and follow a brown-eyed bird only to see where it leads us, to which countries his majestic flight will take us, get sweeped away by the flow and tread in blurry waters searching for any kind of redemption that would allow us to keep the faith in better days to come, those when we'll be leaving our valley, our home, to go and seek for new shores, new worlds. Maybe, there, will we meet John Butler, a foreign country wizzard, coming from a land beyond the ocean, bearer of a roughness and complexity specific to that continent-island named Australia, poet of the everyday life, who, between hymns able to make a crowd move and delicate atmospheric jewels, has been leading us for almost twenty years on a mad trip between folk music and country rock. It's been two decades and seven studio albums – the last one "Home" released last september – that he's been side by side with us within our rambling lives, sending us, from time to time, a few news from a not going so well world, governed by little boys who haven't grown up, evolving with us as time goes by, testing new sonorities in our company and offering us unprecedent sensations though remaining faithful still to his motherland and sounds.

Road fellow of we life hobos, John Butler – and his musician friends – takes us toward that so different from ours and yet so alike horizon, this remote elsewhere that yet vibrates the same way to rock rises and blues enchantments, this dream come true artist embraces the freedom to play the music he loves and sing with no restraint what's on his mind. And, for one summer night, he will be staying at Saint-Julien-en-Genevois making Guitare en Scène his home just the time to invite a few friends, us, to come over.