My first French review of my album came out this week. I couldn’t understand the whole thing so I typed the text into freetranslation.com and what followed is now officially my favorite review of my music of all time. EVER.
(Note: I am now officially changing my name from Dana Boulé to Rolled Dana, The American One.)

Landed to Paris by love of a French, Rolled Dana comes us from Brooklyn. To enter into the album of the American one, all clean in appearance, is to open a positive can of Pandore – therefore the whole opposite of the original can – that is not miserly some surprised, in pleasure, in fantasy, in life all simply. To the first level of reading, we find therefore a wise songwriter, well as it is necessary behind his piano and his classical formation.

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