Rex Club. Paris. The late 1990s.
A kid sneaks into a Respect is Burning party. Inside he experiences a sound unlike anything he’s ever heard. And it sticks with him forever.
The kid was Donnie Sloan. The sound was the French Touch.
Cut to many years later. Mr. Sloan, now grown. A multiplatinum songwriter and producer. He had everything he needed. Except the voice for his upcoming project. At the time it must have seemed like just another jam session. Another late one in the hills. But the singer he heard that night was unforgettable.
And Donnie knew instantly. That was the voice to take 50’s doo wop harmony into the future.
Ricky Ducati got to LA with fifty bucks, his leather jacket and a pack of reds. But when you sing like Ricky, nothing else is required.
It was over the next months that they cut the record on the same vintage Neve console as The Beach Boys, The Mamas and the Papas and countless legends before them.
Ducati on vocals. Sloan at the controls.
Their sound is a lifetime of influence. Their name is Midnight to Monaco.
Labels: Future Classic