November 2010, Renaud publishes his complete works in vinyl and released a new compilation, FULL OF SUPER . " The opportunity to talk to me, to revive my career " he says in Serge (No. 2, December 2010-January 2011) ... The opportunity especially to address his muse to him, the one that inspired him his finest songs, printing it in the French imagination.
" You're the only chick that i can t'nir in my arms / Without m'démettre shoulder without bending under your weight " he sang in Morgan of you, an ode to that that his name would shine in the sky of the muses of the legendary song, alongside Brigitte Bardot, Juliette Greco or Jane Birkin.
Hung around the neck of his father, in overalls in blue jeans, she wears a t-shirt with red stripes. The blurring of the picture his face clouded, but we guess in a duvet her brown hair. How old is she? Two years, maybe less. A detail is obvious: it is without shoes.
Dressed in a denim jacket, sleeves rolled up, he walked barefoot in a white linen trousers. Carrying her daughter's left arm, right hand holds his electric guitar which hangs in a nod to initiates, a pair of mini-cowboy, evoked when these boots once, feeling the paternal instinct in the birth and development him, he addressed some verses to the child of his dreams: " In a corner of my mind / There's already your trousseau: / A jeans, motorcycle / A pair Santiago "(Chanson pour Pierrot ).
Looks like a photo stolen. The brightness of the day suggested the spring. Last accuracy, they wear the same t-shirt with red stripes.
It was September 1983. France discovers Lolita Sechan, daughter of singer Renaud and his wife Dominique. The photo album shows MORGAN DE TOI, its new 33 rpm recorded in Los Angeles - which would make the artist a major figure of the Mitterrand years. This pouch rénaldien summarizes the universe, then changing, but according to his ideals. Concrete, the suburbs, a green thicket mop and wrist strength, tattoo before ... The rebel quickdraw what, even if the paladin has replaced his good behavior perfecto, that of desesperado, a blue jean jacket that looks less "tough" but reinforces the suburban bark. Moreover, from the opening song ( When the wind blows ), the author abandons his hoodlum image to don the costume of pirate who is going to cast off: "I swapped my Marlboro / And my leather a little area / Against a pair of Docksides / And an old yellow slicker .
His world was far from bitumen bistros swept by neon pale. The arrival of a Mouflet will refine his writing, his inspiration to enrich and provide new leitmotifs sieved halos soothing.
- if it was a girl? ", Said one day Coluche.
A girl? Renaud had never thought of. But of course! If it was a girl. Lolita was born in August 1980 and became the favorite godchild of the clown of the French. Thirty years and six albums later, she has been one thing, the initiator of a dozen songs, some of which, is well known, are among the most beautiful in the last three decades. It
In 1979, the singer first confessed his desire to give birth (" J'aim'rais well, one of these days / paste him a brat / Oh yeah, true, and all that whining ... " My chick ) confirmed admission in his petition to Pierrot ("Come my Pierrot / j't'ai found a mom: D All three, though it s'ra / Come on, I wait "). As soon as his answered prayer, Renaud calls his child in his poetic landscape. So we made it in 1981 in I missed football TV , story a dismal evening when his girlfriend calls him to order: "A place of t'aliéner u / With this TV in the con / hear you kid woke qu'ta / Will make him warm his bottle! From this injunction, the Parisian will apply to verse his relationship with his daughter. Newspaper columnist, Renaud puts his life in chorus. And Lolita will take in his repertoire as much importance she has in her life.
As a poet, Renaud excels in describing the anxieties and rewards ordinary. Although it strives Building a work accessible, vibrant portraits that everyone can identify with, "Lola" allowed him to get in deep and create a profile of a separate promoter, pioneer of a permissive paternity, certainly, but without constantly on the lookout. In 1949, Simone de Beauvoir had shattered the benefit of women, mothers and wives, old chauvinist shackles of society (cf. The Second Sex) by demanding the freedom of women within marriage and saying it was not predetermined to define themselves through motherhood. Thirty-four years later, restored the Renaud arms of the father figure by exalting the authority of a young man relaxed, modern and responsive, which makes the hands dirty, never hesitate to show his love. Of course, Claude Nougaro Cécile had already chased , Aznavour wrote to my daughter or Jacques Brel sang Isabelle. OK, Serge Gainsbourg had chanted S Usch Susch Charlotte before recording, in duets disturbing because qu'impudiques, Lemon incest or Charlotte for ever. But the love of a father for his daughter had never been carried so high. From album MORGAN DE TOI dedicated to Lolita, the verve Renaud has emerged in the French imagination. From the 4th to the title song, her name is dropped: "Lolita , defend yourself, under-rake it out in the back! "How can we imagine more dramatic entrance? A man was believed to tidy bastons urged her daughter to revenge because a " Mariolle " of four years has wanted to steal his shovel and bucket! In this comedy about life, the time of the first steps, first peck, is often the framework for kindergarten. Out of the question, therefore, to leave "Fuck r" by a "playboy sandboxes " since respect is earned as at the dawn of human relationships.
Morgan of you is an undeniable success, the birthplace of worms moving in their simplicity, their truth: "You know my kid / What I'm morgane of you" - with the back of this translation Disc: (love you) for those who did not understand ... An epistle to the Apache song admits he has chastened, even seeming to accept that his daughter might one day be educated, when he warned four years ago, more than ever anarchist " not suit you at school / J't'apprendrai big words. (Chanson pour Pierrot ). The big words are not necessary when it comes to Lolita! The verses she inspires are tailored. Far from being inflammatory statements, they are responsible for education, wisdom and truth, and respond to the most naive, that is fundamental: " Say, Dad, [Note the lyricist takes pleasure in placing the onomatopoeia in the heart of her songs ...] why pervert / hurt everywhere "? (Merchant of pebbles ) or even " Tell me, Daddy / When are we going where? ( When are we going where? ). "Walk beside me " replied he, "and" beware of [do] not / Track herds "(It's not flute), while stating," there will always the Bastille / drop, Lolita / Men between them are much worse / What rats ( Lolito Lolita ).
In narrating their privacy, evening passed without her ( Babysitting blue) to the vagaries of adolescence ( My love), not to mention the first quarrels ( raining), or the hour of deflowering ( She saw the wolf ), Renaud has invented a new character: the heroine of which is familiar to hear love songs. And when the epistolary ruminates his melancholy, he describes his inspiration in the guise of (his) nostalgia. "Ah ... sit on a bench / Five minutes with you ... ( Mistral winner). What singer would not like to sign this gun then, sort of Yesterday the French? Frightened by the passage of time, tempted by the immaturity (" Walking in the rain [...] Jump in puddles [...] and trashing our godasses s'marrer "), the author was soon overtaken by his willingness to teach the basics: "Te finally tell / That we must love life, / And love even if / Time is killer. "And when, twenty years later, a voice became hollow, Renaud evokes the "disappeared nice time" 10 years of his daughter, he wrote: "Your existence / Clearly / A embellished mine / And gave a meaning to my life ( Goodbye childhood ), but his spleen the pincer enough to end his life by naming him, that damn feeling that sometimes traps " life burned like today / But without the nostalgia " ...
TODAY 'hui Lolita Sechan designs books, living with a singer and a disciple of Georges Brassens transcript on his blog a few funny bits of life. To recount by such an aversion to shopping, she said, always returning empty-handed, except that " every time or almost ," she corrects, I crack on a t-shirt with stripes and I buy it, while j 've already 122 000 in my cabinets! "
Could this be the memory of an old photo, when his father could still be in his arms, which pushes this compulsive spending? The muses either do not heal their childhood ...
Baptist Vignol
Hung around the neck of his father, in overalls in blue jeans, she wears a t-shirt with red stripes. The blurring of the picture his face clouded, but we guess in a duvet her brown hair. How old is she? Two years, maybe less. A detail is obvious: it is without shoes.
Dressed in a denim jacket, sleeves rolled up, he walked barefoot in a white linen trousers. Carrying her daughter's left arm, right hand holds his electric guitar which hangs in a nod to initiates, a pair of mini-cowboy, evoked when these boots once, feeling the paternal instinct in the birth and development him, he addressed some verses to the child of his dreams: " In a corner of my mind / There's already your trousseau: / A jeans, motorcycle / A pair Santiago "(Chanson pour Pierrot ).
Looks like a photo stolen. The brightness of the day suggested the spring. Last accuracy, they wear the same t-shirt with red stripes.
It was September 1983. France discovers Lolita Sechan, daughter of singer Renaud and his wife Dominique. The photo album shows MORGAN DE TOI, its new 33 rpm recorded in Los Angeles - which would make the artist a major figure of the Mitterrand years. This pouch rénaldien summarizes the universe, then changing, but according to his ideals. Concrete, the suburbs, a green thicket mop and wrist strength, tattoo before ... The rebel quickdraw what, even if the paladin has replaced his good behavior perfecto, that of desesperado, a blue jean jacket that looks less "tough" but reinforces the suburban bark. Moreover, from the opening song ( When the wind blows ), the author abandons his hoodlum image to don the costume of pirate who is going to cast off: "I swapped my Marlboro / And my leather a little area / Against a pair of Docksides / And an old yellow slicker .
His world was far from bitumen bistros swept by neon pale. The arrival of a Mouflet will refine his writing, his inspiration to enrich and provide new leitmotifs sieved halos soothing.
- if it was a girl? ", Said one day Coluche.
A girl? Renaud had never thought of. But of course! If it was a girl. Lolita was born in August 1980 and became the favorite godchild of the clown of the French. Thirty years and six albums later, she has been one thing, the initiator of a dozen songs, some of which, is well known, are among the most beautiful in the last three decades. It
In 1979, the singer first confessed his desire to give birth (" J'aim'rais well, one of these days / paste him a brat / Oh yeah, true, and all that whining ... " My chick ) confirmed admission in his petition to Pierrot ("Come my Pierrot / j't'ai found a mom: D All three, though it s'ra / Come on, I wait "). As soon as his answered prayer, Renaud calls his child in his poetic landscape. So we made it in 1981 in I missed football TV , story a dismal evening when his girlfriend calls him to order: "A place of t'aliéner u / With this TV in the con / hear you kid woke qu'ta / Will make him warm his bottle! From this injunction, the Parisian will apply to verse his relationship with his daughter. Newspaper columnist, Renaud puts his life in chorus. And Lolita will take in his repertoire as much importance she has in her life.
As a poet, Renaud excels in describing the anxieties and rewards ordinary. Although it strives Building a work accessible, vibrant portraits that everyone can identify with, "Lola" allowed him to get in deep and create a profile of a separate promoter, pioneer of a permissive paternity, certainly, but without constantly on the lookout. In 1949, Simone de Beauvoir had shattered the benefit of women, mothers and wives, old chauvinist shackles of society (cf. The Second Sex) by demanding the freedom of women within marriage and saying it was not predetermined to define themselves through motherhood. Thirty-four years later, restored the Renaud arms of the father figure by exalting the authority of a young man relaxed, modern and responsive, which makes the hands dirty, never hesitate to show his love. Of course, Claude Nougaro Cécile had already chased , Aznavour wrote to my daughter or Jacques Brel sang Isabelle. OK, Serge Gainsbourg had chanted S Usch Susch Charlotte before recording, in duets disturbing because qu'impudiques, Lemon incest or Charlotte for ever. But the love of a father for his daughter had never been carried so high. From album MORGAN DE TOI dedicated to Lolita, the verve Renaud has emerged in the French imagination. From the 4th to the title song, her name is dropped: "Lolita , defend yourself, under-rake it out in the back! "How can we imagine more dramatic entrance? A man was believed to tidy bastons urged her daughter to revenge because a " Mariolle " of four years has wanted to steal his shovel and bucket! In this comedy about life, the time of the first steps, first peck, is often the framework for kindergarten. Out of the question, therefore, to leave "Fuck r" by a "playboy sandboxes " since respect is earned as at the dawn of human relationships.
Morgan of you is an undeniable success, the birthplace of worms moving in their simplicity, their truth: "You know my kid / What I'm morgane of you" - with the back of this translation Disc: (love you) for those who did not understand ... An epistle to the Apache song admits he has chastened, even seeming to accept that his daughter might one day be educated, when he warned four years ago, more than ever anarchist " not suit you at school / J't'apprendrai big words. (Chanson pour Pierrot ). The big words are not necessary when it comes to Lolita! The verses she inspires are tailored. Far from being inflammatory statements, they are responsible for education, wisdom and truth, and respond to the most naive, that is fundamental: " Say, Dad, [Note the lyricist takes pleasure in placing the onomatopoeia in the heart of her songs ...] why pervert / hurt everywhere "? (Merchant of pebbles ) or even " Tell me, Daddy / When are we going where? ( When are we going where? ). "Walk beside me " replied he, "and" beware of [do] not / Track herds "(It's not flute), while stating," there will always the Bastille / drop, Lolita / Men between them are much worse / What rats ( Lolito Lolita ).
In narrating their privacy, evening passed without her ( Babysitting blue) to the vagaries of adolescence ( My love), not to mention the first quarrels ( raining), or the hour of deflowering ( She saw the wolf ), Renaud has invented a new character: the heroine of which is familiar to hear love songs. And when the epistolary ruminates his melancholy, he describes his inspiration in the guise of (his) nostalgia. "Ah ... sit on a bench / Five minutes with you ... ( Mistral winner). What singer would not like to sign this gun then, sort of Yesterday the French? Frightened by the passage of time, tempted by the immaturity (" Walking in the rain [...] Jump in puddles [...] and trashing our godasses s'marrer "), the author was soon overtaken by his willingness to teach the basics: "Te finally tell / That we must love life, / And love even if / Time is killer. "And when, twenty years later, a voice became hollow, Renaud evokes the "disappeared nice time" 10 years of his daughter, he wrote: "Your existence / Clearly / A embellished mine / And gave a meaning to my life ( Goodbye childhood ), but his spleen the pincer enough to end his life by naming him, that damn feeling that sometimes traps " life burned like today / But without the nostalgia " ...
TODAY 'hui Lolita Sechan designs books, living with a singer and a disciple of Georges Brassens transcript on his blog a few funny bits of life. To recount by such an aversion to shopping, she said, always returning empty-handed, except that " every time or almost ," she corrects, I crack on a t-shirt with stripes and I buy it, while j 've already 122 000 in my cabinets! "
Could this be the memory of an old photo, when his father could still be in his arms, which pushes this compulsive spending? The muses either do not heal their childhood ...
Baptist Vignol
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