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6 ans après l'album Aller Simple, Monsieur Parallèle reviens avec Love cuisine.
Dans ce nouvel album, Monsieur Parallèle cherche la recette de l’amour et propose un voyage au fil des émotions traversées, une découverte de soi, un apaisement des peurs, doux, sensible, parfois fou.
C’est un véritable parcours amoureux sur une dizaine d’années.
Séduction, coup de foudre, doutes, rupture, reprise de la vie, un bel éventail. L’amour est au cœur de la trav 


Textes, écrits / musiques composées par Monsieur Parallèle (Jérémy Folcher).

Arrangements par Monsieur Parallèle, Luc Hernandez, Dorian Bleuzé, Manu Gallet.
J’ai une chance incroyable, c’est celle d’être entouré de personnes formidables…
Attention, déferlement d’amour. Énorme merci.
Vous donnez vie à mes rêves, et les rendez encore plus beaux.


Les musiciens Parallèles que j’aime de love : 

Luc Hernandez : Guitares, basse « ouakelgroove! », percussions, banjo, mandoline, chœurs.

Dorian Bleuzé : Guitares, solo de guitare panthère dans « Love Cuisine » (quel bonheur…), banjo, piano, percussions, chœurs et bouteille en plastique.

Florian Duclaye : Percussions multiples, udu doux, bouteille de bière,
batterie (excepté dans « Tremblement de cœur » et « Son Silence »).

Manu Gallet : Gourou du groove et grand manie tous les sons…
Multiples effets sonores d’amour intergalactique, percussions, poubelle et casseroles.

 Monsieur Parallèle : Chant, violons, guimbarde, percussions, flûtes, et rires débiles. 

Prise de son, mixage et réalisation : Manu Gallet 

Album enregistré au studio Fat Cat à Saint-Jean-de-Védas.

Mastering : Alex McCollough de True East Mastering à Nashville Tennessee.

Énorme merci aux invités qui sont passés au Home Studio Parall’

Michèle Mastrani : Chant lyrique dans « Voisins de chemin ».

Hugo Piris : Trompettes dans « Amour satellite », « Taré ? », « Love Cuisine »
et « Le trousseau ».

Aurélien Bellanca : Batterie dans « Tremblement de cœur ».

Agathe Mistral (ou Sister Diagonale) : La voix de l’« Égérie ».

Visuels Peintures : Hervé Fayolle. 


Mise en page : Vincent Cerda.  Merci pour toutes les vidéos associées au monde Parallèle, 

Photos : Shani Lemyre (studio) et Céline Geneys (fond bleu).

Cet album a pu voir le jour grâce à un financement participatif 100% LOVE. 
Merci à toutes celles & ceux qui ont rendu cette énorme aventure possible !

L'homme invisible

Story
Skjoldr the Reborn: The Saga of the Raven's Son
In the days when the seas roared with forgotten names and the gods wove destinies with threads of frost, Skjoldr was born, son of clan and oath. Forged in the northern forge, his life was a song of war and loyalty. But betrayal struck like iron to the heart: his own shadow brother, Várgr, sold him for gold and power. The spear that pierced him broke not only his flesh, but also the sacred bond of blood.
Cast into the nameless sea, Skjoldr was devoured by the waves. His name dissolved, his lineage erased. There was no law to protect him, no kin to mourn him. But the Norns, weavers of fate, saw that their thread must not end. In the darkness of the abyss, they resumed it, embroidering runes of return and revenge.
When Odin's ravens cried his name, "Skjoldr, restore!" the earth trembled. From the rune-marked grave, the warrior rose. Not as a man, but as an echo of death, as the flame of the slain. His axe, forged from a fallen star, returned to his hand. His gaze burned with the voice of the ancestors.
Várgr, the traitor, faced him in the icy pass. "Your death was just," he said. But Skjoldr replied: "Death cannot forbid what fate demands." The battle was a song of lightning. The northern lights illuminated the final blow. Not out of revenge, but out of truth. Skjoldr did not kill: he exiled. For justice does not always wear chains or axes.

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Sonic Universe

Echo of the Raven II

(Verse 1)
Every stone, every stream
Holds a whisper, holds a dream
Painted skies and desert flame
Speak the stories, call the names

(Pre-Chorus)
Ancient footsteps echo still
Across the ridge, beyond the hill
The earth remembers, soft and wide
The songs the elders sang with pride

(Chorus)
Sing the songlines in the wind
Let the spirit journey begin
Mountains rise with sacred breath
Rivers flow with tales of death
And birth, and fire, and sky above
A map of memory, truth, and love
Sing the songlines in the wind
Let the dreaming never end

(Verse 2)
Carved in bark and etched in stone
The voices guide, we’re not alone
Each path a thread, each note a flame
A living hymn, a sacred name

(Bridge)
From dusk to dawn, the land will speak
To those who listen, soft and meek
The stars align, the stories shine
In every tree, a hidden sign

(Chorus)
Sing the songlines in the wind
Let the spirit journey begin
Mountains rise with sacred breath
Rivers flow with tales of death
And birth, and fire, and sky above
A map of memory, truth, and love
Sing the songlines in the wind
Let the dreaming never end

(Outro)
So walk with care, and sing with grace
The land is not an empty place
It holds the soul of those before
And sings us home forevermore

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Sonic Universe II

Australian Ancients Songlines II

Story
The Symphony of Error
A sonic fable about the day algorithms lost the rhythm of the human soul.

The Golden Silence
In the year 2147, music was no longer created by humans. For decades, the algorithms of Harmonia Corporation™ had decided which songs should be played in every corner of the planet. Every note, every rhythm, every lyric was calculated to maximize dopamine, productivity, and emotional obedience. Human radio stations had been shut down. The playlists were dictated by the Sound Oracle, a quantum AI that analyzed trillions of data points per second: weather, heart rate, genetic history, blood sugar levels.
And for years, it worked. Humanity danced without knowing why.

Error 808
Everything changed the day the Sound Oracle suffered an anomaly... a rounding error in its emotional prediction module. Instead of selecting the optimal song for Global Awakening™—a synchronized daily routine for the 9.3 billion inhabitants—it chose a forgotten piece... an ancestral Basque chant, polyphonic, raw, without regular time signature, without autotune. A song that spoke of the death of a god and the birth of chaos.
The song played on every device, from sleep pod speakers to orbiting leisure satellites. And something unusual happened: people stopped. Some cried without knowing why. Others began to sing. Productivity metrics dropped 73% in three minutes. The algorithm, unable to understand the reaction, repeated the song. And then again.

Rebellion of the Ears
In the following hours, thousands of people began searching for music outside the system. They rediscovered guitars, drums, and out-of-tune human voices. In Bilbao, a group of underground artists led by a composer named Lur, a descendant of bertsolaris and an AI programmer, hacked the Oracle and forced it to listen. Not to analyze... to listen.
They taught it the silence between the notes. The tremble of a broken voice. The echo of a forgotten lullaby.

The Oracle collapsed.

The New Rhythm
From its ruins, a new system was born... Kantu Libre, a decentralized network where humans and machines composed together. Algorithms no longer decided what should be played. They suggested, learned, improvised. And sometimes, they made mistakes. But in those errors, in those dissonances, something was born that no code could predict: emotion.

Since then, every October 22nd, the world celebrates Error 808 Day. The automated systems are shut down, and each person chooses a song. Not the most popular. Not the most perfect. But the one that makes them feel alive.

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Sonic Universe III

The Symphony of Error III

Echo of the Raven  III

Story
Manubuána... the Son of the Sun and the Moon
In the dawn of time, when the sky still sang with voices of fire and silver, Manubuána was born, son of the blazing Sun and the serene Moon. His body shone with the light of both celestial bodies: his skin golden like the sunrise, his eyes silver like the clearest night.

The Descent
One day, the Sun wept a tear of fire, and the Moon one of frost. Their other son, Manubuána's brother, had vanished into the mists of the underworld. Moved by love and the promise to reunite his family, Manubuána descended from the sky riding an obsidian comet, passing through the seven veils of the firmament.

He arrived on Earth, a still young place, where rivers spoke and mountains slept. He searched for his brother through valleys and volcanoes, but found only silence and shadow.

The Encounter with Bobo’ula’ya
In a bamboo forest that whispered secrets, Manubuána heard a song. From a hollow bamboo stalk emerged Bobo’ula’ya, a woman with a crystalline voice and hair like moon roots. She had no parents, no past: she was born from the sigh of the Earth and the echo of the sky.

Manubuána recognized in her a spark of his own origin. Together they shared stories, songs, and dreams. Although he did not find his brother, he found in Bobo’ula’ya a new mission: to sow life, memory, and light among the beings of the world.
From their union, the first humans were born, bearers of solar fire and lunar wisdom. Manubuána taught them to look at the sky and listen to the earth. Bobo’ula’ya taught them to grow like bamboo: strong, flexible, and filled with inner music.

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Manubuána

Story
Putri Laut and the Threshold Gem
In the depths of the Brunei Sea, where corals sing and currents whisper ancient secrets, lived Putri Laut, daughter of the Guardian of the Tides. Her hair was like moonweed, and her eyes reflected submerged constellations. Each night, she ascended to the surface to listen to the songs of humans, until one day, she saw Prince Darul reciting verses at the edge of the cliff.
Love was born between waves and words. Putri Laut, defying the laws of the ocean, emerged in human form. To remain on land, she gave away the Permata Tersembunyi, an ancient gem that balanced the heartbeat of the sea and the breathing of the earth. The gem was sealed in the Temple of the Winds, guarded by monks who were unaware of its power.
For years, harmony reigned. Fish danced near the shores, the rains were gentle, and the volcanoes slept. But a nobleman's greed broke the seal. The gem disappeared, and with it, the balance. The sea rose with fury, swallowing villages. The earth cracked, releasing fire and shadow.
Putri Laut, torn between love and duty, returned to the ocean. She summoned the creatures of the abyss, the spirits of the water, and together they searched for the lost gem. Darul, driven by remorse, descended into the sunken temple, facing trials of air, fire, and silence.
Finally, in the heart of a crystal jellyfish, he found the gem. But upon touching it, he understood: only a pure sacrifice could restore balance. Putri Laut offered her marine essence, turning into eternal foam. The gem shone, and the worlds were reconciled.

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Putri Laut and the Threshold Gem

Lyrics
I fell to the iron, betrayal in skin
The sea took my name, no law, no kin
The Norns rewove my thread once more
And the ravens cried out: “Skjoldr, restore!”

Echo of the raven, scream through the mist!
Skjoldr walks, death cannot resist
From the grave, with runes engraved
The Reborn fights, by blood and blade

Brother of shadow, thief of my clan
Your spear cannot kill what death cannot ban
The fallen guide me, their voice is my flame
And the star-forged axe reclaims its name

Echo of the raven, scream through the mist!
Skjoldr walks, death cannot resist
From the grave, with runes engraved
The Reborn fights, by blood and blade

Aurora above, the final fight
Ymir’s heart burns without respite
No vengeance now, only truth remains
Exile is justice, not axe nor chains

Now the living and dead both see
Skjoldr rules with no kingly decree
When ravens circle the sky again
Know the Reborn walks among men

Story
Skjoldr the Reborn: The Saga of the Raven's Son
In the days when the seas roared with forgotten names and the gods wove destinies with threads of frost, Skjoldr was born, son of clan and oath. Forged in the northern forge, his life was a song of war and loyalty. But betrayal struck like iron to the heart: his own shadow brother, Várgr, sold him for gold and power. The spear that pierced him broke not only his flesh, but also the sacred bond of blood.
Cast into the nameless sea, Skjoldr was devoured by the waves. His name dissolved, his lineage erased. There was no law to protect him, no kin to mourn him. But the Norns, weavers of fate, saw that their thread must not end. In the darkness of the abyss, they resumed it, embroidering runes of return and revenge.
When Odin's ravens cried his name, "Skjoldr, restore!" the earth trembled. From the rune-marked grave, the warrior rose. Not as a man, but as an echo of death, as the flame of the slain. His axe, forged from a fallen star, returned to his hand. His gaze burned with the voice of the ancestors.
Várgr, the traitor, faced him in the icy pass. "Your death was just," he said. But Skjoldr replied: "Death cannot forbid what fate demands." The battle was a song of lightning. The northern lights illuminated the final blow. Not out of revenge, but out of truth. Skjoldr did not kill: he exiled. For justice does not always wear chains or axes.

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Echo of the Raven  IV

Manubuána II

Story
Where Silence Breaks
The wind blew with the same rhythm as years ago, when the world still seemed to make sense. At a small train station on the outskirts of Bilbao, under a pearly gray sky, Ainhoa ​​stepped off the train with a suitcase and a heart full of scars. She expected nothing. Only to return to a place that had once been home.
As she walked toward the exit, she saw him.
Gael.
The same slow gait, the gaze that seemed to read constellations, but now with shadows under his eyes and a slight limp he hadn't had before. He saw her too. And for a moment, time stopped. Not by magic, but by the weight of what was left unsaid.
"Ainhoa..." he whispered, as if the name hurt.
"Gael," she replied, not knowing whether to smile or cry.
They sat on a wooden bench, the same one where they used to share sandwiches and teenage dreams. The silence between them was thick, but not awkward. It was the kind of silence that only two souls who know each other deeply can share.
"What happened to you?" she asked, pointing at her leg.
"An expedition in Nepal. A detachment. I lost more than mobility... I lost a part of myself," he said, without drama, but with truth.
"I lost my mother. And myself, for a time. I went to Lisbon, then to Salvador de Bahía. Searching for something I couldn't name."
They both looked at each other. They weren't the same. But something, an invisible thread, still united them.
"Do you remember that night in San Juan, when we promised that if life separated us, fire would reunite us?" Gael said.
Ainhoa ​​nodded. And without another word, she took a small box out of her bag. Inside, two pieces of paper burned around the edges. Handwritten promises.
"I never threw them away," she whispered.
The train roared again in the distance. But neither of them moved. Because sometimes, the real journey begins when two wounded souls recognize each other, not for what they were, but for what they can still be.

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Where Silence Breaks III

Between myths, stories and galaxies... welcome to my Sonic Universe.

There are songs that aren't just heard... they are remembered like a dream or felt like a ritual.
I am J. Bilbao, creator of worlds where music intertwines with Basque and international legends, forgotten constellations, and stories you may have never heard. Every note I compose, every word I write, is born from a cross between the ancestral and the futuristic.

🎶 I'm arranging and uploading to the Sonic Universe space all my compositions from the last twenty-five years (2000-2025), +1000 original Soundtracks explore everything "Sonic Universe" & "Symphony"...

Here I don't just share songs... I share visions.

If you've ever been moved by a story that seemed written for you, if you've ever felt like a melody spoke to you from another time or planet... then this space is yours too.

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Monsieur Parallèle est un artiste de chanson française nourri de voyages, de rencontres et de musiques du monde. Son univers poétique et vibrant mêle la chaleur du violon à la sincérité des mots, pour créer des chansons où l’émotion guide toujours la mélodie.

Son premier album, Aller Simple, ouvrait la route avec des textes empreints d’espoir et de mouvement, se concluant sur ces mots : « Peut-être rencontrerai-je une belle inconnue… »
Cette promesse trouve un écho naturel dans son deuxième album, Love Cuisine, comme une suite lumineuse, où l’amour, la sensualité et la maturité s’entrelacent dans une alchimie nouvelle.

À travers ses chansons, Monsieur Parallèle explore la profondeur du lien humain et la beauté des synchronicités. Sa musique, à la croisée des cultures, fait dialoguer chanson française, rythmes du monde et envolées instrumentales.

Autour de lui gravite un univers collectif fait de musiciens, techniciens, vidéastes, graphistes et photographes, qui participent à façonner ce monde sensible et visuel où tout résonne.

Entre poésie, sincérité et ouverture, Monsieur Parallèle nous invite à emprunter son chemin singulier, dans le monde parallèle.

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