Orisha
Sun-woman, guardian of the sacred tempo, ORISHA meditates on music. Under the warm moon, she weaves her waves like liquid prayers. Bass rolling like dreamy waves, voices mingling with the golden dust of evening. She plays with the elements, summoning the spirits of rhythm, making sand and skin dance. In her sets, fire becomes silk, trance becomes breath. Each beat rises like an electronic mantra, each vibration opening the way to an inner world.
PROG IS SOMETIMES JUST A PHIL...
Where and when did you first hear it?
On a wandering evening, a night when the algorithm played the oracle. His universe immediately rang out with a solar warmth. I followed the thread, a set, an energy, a connection at the height of rhythms. In addition to meeting through sound, there's also the sense of family that we cultivate to the utmost on Circus, like a circle that opens and forms: Orisha, Sabor a Mi, Loulou Ferrari... a constellation that takes shape, guided by shared music and the joy of connection.
His music in 3 words, or more...?
Latin House, energetic, radiant and vibrant. A Latin pulse, warm and danceable, that wraps itself around the body like an invitation to travel. An energy that rises, powerful, animal and solar, that makes you vibrate even before the first note. And then that radiance, that vibrant halo that envelops the night in a gentle glow in which her music radiates.
If this were the soundtrack to a daydream, what would it sound like?
A still-warm desert under a shower of stars, in a wild and trippy Central American festival, a Burning Woman nobody knows. She, a silhouette in motion, a living totem at the center of the circle. Her necklaces tinkle with every beat, the bodies around her sway with the same breath. It's dusk, the moment when the earth breathes out and the fire lights up. The sound rises, meanders, wrapping itself around souls like a ribbon of smoke. Orisha invokes and electrifies the night
Any anecdotes about Line-up 's career?
It's a bit by chance and a lot by chance. A phone call, a smile in her voice, an immediate feeling. I felt that she would understand our little mountain madness, our need to create real spaces. She has this square, attentive, precise side - but behind it burns a free flame, ready to ignite 1647. This place, suspended between sky and air, fits her like a glove. Here, she'll circulate the pure, electric wave that makes hearts vibrate and souls soothe in new tempos.