Remembering, at the way's end seems that only we still have a lot of remembers and feelings.
Last Friday Mr. Koji Dagushi died for sudden cardiac death, an unexpected news of someone young and full of energy and ideas. A real Jazzman, best pianist, great friend and a whole gentleman. An honourable and genuine life, an example of fight for a dream, for the music that was sounding in your mind.
Like I said in the last entry in this blog "all or nothing at all". A real reflexion of our lifes.
Concerts, recording sessions, road trips, confidences... nothing gets lost, mon patron. And it's very sad for my to know that we will not have new common moments, but nothing of what we have lived is lost.
I remember you specially, my friend. But also the people in Flowersongs, your band 4in1, la Compagnie des Gitans Creatives, our families... We are many people that we love you. I doubt that nobody who knew you or who has listened your music could forget this devilish and punky japanese of rapid fingers and sharp mind ever.
And, at the end, we don't play with Sakura.
Ernest Margi
