"Unpredictable ". This is the opinion of Bill Stewart, drummer and old time accomplice. Who could better define the pianist Bill Carrothers? His career has been atypical. Amongst his references he mentions classic composers - from Bach and Brahms to Messiaen and Dutilleux- jazzmen of every school- Monk, Tristano, Corea and Hancock if one limits oneself to the pianists and, less obviously, military marches. We owe him indeed a revival of the songs of the American Civil War (« Civil War Diaries ») and a suite dedicated to the First World War (« Armistice 1918»). If he can evoke the flames of gunpowder with the 88 keys of his piano, he can also show himself peaceful, melancholic, dreamy. This is the Bill Carrothers who retired with his family to the Minnesota countryside. The one who in Excelsior evokes his home village in this same state. A humble district as so many others, like those Norman Rockwell used to paint, with a lake and wooded shores and its little playground. When he entered the studio for this solitary exercise solitaire, Bill Carrothers came with nothing in his pockets, neither overall framework nor even a couple of musical phrases. "It was the first time in my career ! I simply wanted to abandon myself to a meditation on Excelsior. Express what this town meant for me in my childhood and what it means today." His inspiration takes off without flight plan. It takes us on an intimate and intimist journey which leaves us dazzled, moved and amazed.