He's the type of guy to sit at a piano, put his fingers on the keys and let his spleen sing.
Pascal Mohy is built like his music.
He has a slight nonchalance in his movements and attitude. A certain Romanticism in his glance and a touch of irony in the smile. But what if all this was hiding something else?
The attitude, expression, smile and stance are like a thin skin that hides a wide range of unexpected sentiments.
It's when he sits at the piano that the guy reveals himself. By turns melancholic, joyful, restrained or explosive...

Pascal Mohy sketches out moods, draws ideas, colours feelings.
His music gives substance to the soul.
He makes silence talk. He makes harmonies sing.
Unless its innate to him, Pascal Mohy learnt to handle his emotions and above all to expose them with pertinence and talent.
He combines sensitivity and intelligence with grace and dexterity.
There is nothing demonstrative about him. Modesty before anything else. And depth above all.

It's only normal that at the head of his new trio, Pascal Mohy easily finds a balance between tradition and modernity. For his first album as a leader, the standards naturally embrace original compositions… and vice versa.

It's all the art of jazz. The art of Mohy.

Pascal Mohy, is the type of guy that sits at the piano, puts his fingers on the keys and chases your spleen away.