When he was six years old, the artist now known as Swimming Paul was on vacation with his family in the French Riviera. Despite the fact that he was, the French artist says now, “super bad at swimming,” he was splashing around in the hotel pool. Splashing around became flailing, which become sinking.
“A guy named Paul saved me,” he says. “He took me in his arms and put me back on the ground.” Years later, when he was starting to make electronic music and needed an artist name, he thought of the man who’d once saved him from drowning and christened himself Swimming Paul.
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