Urban pop with a bluesy dot

Oh, the glamour!

Take a deep breath and just imagine it for a second; a blue collar town where some drive the tractor to the grocery store. The smell of wet grass and diesel. It’s quite calm. No traffic lights, one gas station and the local pizza place. Large fields connecting the villages. People here don’t talk much and if we do, we prefer to talk about everyone else but ourselves. Maybe even behind their back. Even though we know we shouldn’t. Trying out new ways is hardly ever a clever thing to do, but sometimes still, might be the best thing. Especially when eyes of critics are fixed upon whomever is the targeted one. The one standing out a bit. Maybe a shy little girl, who cries easily and blushes when she talks, still with both feet on solid ground. Mud. Asphalt. Grass. Hills and valleys. Dirty rubber boots on wet soil. She loves to ride her bike real fast. From the age of 7 she helps out with crops on the fields and by 13 she has learned how to drive a tractor. Where we come from does form us. So even for Dotty Blue who’s been looking to find new ways ever since. With love for silence urging for the big city. Excited and terrified of the unknown. Needing anonymity to create clear contours. Even if it may take a while. An introvert trying to find her equals in large city plazas and crowded dance floors. Dancing the streets, in colourful clothes from the trendiest 2nd hand store, next day back home in solitude glancing in the mirror, observing nothing but a black shady siluett with french music as her only distraction.