Eberhard Weber
The Colours of Chloë

For over half a century the customs officer Rousseau hasn't created cotton candy worlds.

With the same childlike eyes, the rosy warmth of an afternoon and the curling bramble of a rose garden accommodate an old-fashioned family with serene looks. A life colored in warm tones, portrayed by Maja Weber.

With “More Colours” the outlines blur.

It has a tacit compactness, a soft and weighty texture, this first album by Eberhard Weber. Despite the diverse directions, in the varied chromaticism of the four tracks.

What makes his music jazzy? Certainly not the sweat on the brow, but a certain kind of stormy demeanor, of inner turmoil.

It lacks the crystalline craftsmanship of his other works, the eager Chloë, but the atmosphere —the chamber-jazz, sleepy or lively, of a clouded crossroads— that can flood every corner with ancient pink and turquoise, that yes, is his hallmark.

Only in his hands can a cello float, among scarlet clouds and evenings cloaked in lavender.

Only by untying the moorings, can it be colored in every hue.

Not least, that of an opaline drone, which is anything but monotony.

And of a candor of silence, which is anything but a lack.