Andreas Neumann - Music

Music

In 1998 Dre Produced and Directed the video of the radio-friendly single "Life Is a Flower" by Ace of Base which was certified the most-played track on European radio for 1998 and sold more than 250,000 copies in the UK, peaking at number 5. Andreas had to be trained to fly a jet fighter in order to complete production of the video on an Air Force base in north Sweden. At the conclusion of the 10-day shoot, Andreas was granted honorary membership in the Royal Air Force of Sweden by the General of the base.

In 2000, he collaborated with the Berman Brothers and co-produced the Grammy award-winning, multi-platinum selling Who Let the Dogs Out by the Baha Men. In 2007, he was Executive Producer along with Rick Blaskey of Soul Classics by Mica Paris.

Dre is also the Executive Producer of the music project, Havana Jazz Club. The Havana Jazz Club is an extraordinary artistic collaboration. Here, for the very first time ever, the finest and most memorable of the actual vocals from the pinnacle of American jazz greats like Ray Charles, Louis Armstrong, Etta James, Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald and others are meticulously extracted from their original recordings and then used as a base of performance for players from the legendary Buena Vista Social Club and other truly extraordinary Cuban artists of today who would reflect the history and tradition of Afro-Cuban music and create something new, distinctive, unique and everlasting.

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