Band Story
«Driftwood», this passionate adventure, gave rise to an immense desire of musical and spiritual quest from each of the band members. Initially, «Driftwood» was the title of a song that Phil had written. It referred to the broken pieces of wood that can be found on beaches. From this vision, Phil extrapolated the following metaphorical point of view about the feeling of love:
“I feel it is important to be able to say the right things to those we care for when they are still around to hear them. Such emotions, when not shared openly with those who, one day, are out of sight, can later on, grievously affect one's existence.
The scattered pieces of polished wood symbolize regrets. They once were part of the structure of a flagship, sailing with confidence on the raging seas. They are the remains of a ship wreck, and come floating back to an unknown shore. Likewise, unspoken words make their way back to the land of confusion. They result from the ups and downs of one's life, and lead to guilt and remorse”.
Lucas and Tom brought a new and an totally unexpected dimension to this ballad, and their unequalled inventive generosity helped this song as well as many other songs composed by Phil at the time, come to life. Without their determination and immense talent, and also without the addition of other beautiful songs such as « Aeolus », written and composed by Lucas, the magic spirit of the band «Driftwood» would probably never have revealed itself as much as it did at the end of the nineties.
And then they were four... The very talented and sensitive pianist, Olivier Gérardin, joined the three musketeers, a short while after the TV show, "Taratata". He brought in with him the musical warmth and richness that was still missing somehow in the «Driftwood» arrangements, and he also embellished the existing repertoire with some of his personal compositions.
Phil likes to say “Driftwood wasn't just a band. It was more like an ensemble; a vocal and instrumental ensemble indeed, but a fraternal harmony before anything else”.
"Driftwood” is now asleep waiting for another tide to bring the "wooden scattered pieces" all back together again…