It's all a question of technique

By Pascal SteinwachsLex Kleren Switch to German for original article

As a teenager, he wanted to become rich and famous. The former didn't work out, the latter a bit better, but still with a lot of room for improvement. Benoît Martiny is a thoroughbred musician who can do more than just play drums and percussion instruments. A portrait.

Because we don't know exactly where Rammeldingen is, but we don't have a navigation system in the car, and we have to find the exact address of Benoît Martiny as well as the village, we set off so early that we arrive half an hour before the agreed time. We take the opportunity to look around the village a bit, but we quickly give up, despite the sunny weather. Somehow we have the feeling that the villagers we meet on our walk look at us suspiciously, but it is probably just rare for a stranger to walk through the streets of Rammeldingen like that.

Satan is hiding away

Happily, Benoît Martiny is already at home when we ring his doorbell far too early. His wife, who is also a musician, joins us shortly afterwards. In addition to the musicians, the two cats, Amadeus and Satan, are also in the house that afternoon.

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J’ai deux mots à vous rire - Grave, la gravité!