CHAPTER 1: WELCOME TO THE RACE
The colourfool story began in the year -1 BC (
before Christ before Covid) when the Russian tree-hugger Igor and the Argentinian travelling shaman Pablo accidentally met in Barcelona. Both have been to many places and walked too many roads, collecting a baggage of colourfool experiences on the way. They began chatting about the ultimate questions of life, universe and everything concluding that the only way to save humanity from the looming decadence was to create a new religion music band that would elevate people’s consciousness and spread love across time and space. With these fairly realistic goals in mind, they got down to work creating the first colourfool love song called “Coitus”. Soon after, they realised that like any decent team of heroes there should be four of them. The quest for the drummer was long and thorny as even the most skilled drummers in Barcelona could not feel the colourfool groove. Enter the young Italian pasta chef Nico, who just moved to Barcelona from Liverpool, where he absorbed those elusive Beatles vibes while taking selfies on Abbey Road. Perhaps he did not have the best chops in town, but he could make the sound of one hand clapping and thus immediately became colourfool. The three were rehearsing and writing new colourfool stories, but even though it started to remotely sound like something people usually call “music”, they all felt that something was missing, a secret sauce that would pull it all together. The universe seemed to agree and sent them Aleksandra, a Polish pianist and direct descendent of Richard Wagner. Free from her great-great-great-grandfather’s prejudices, she added Chopin’s subtlety and harmony to the colourfool grooves. They were complete now. Like the four elements of the universe, each brining in something special, and together forming a new previously unknown and illegal substance. To be continued...