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Michel Drucker, ass vaguely placed on a canteen, addressed to Serge Gainsbourg tribute to his close Serge Gainsbourg, 20 years ago Saturday, February 19 broadcast on France 2, and announce by way of the end credits song I came to tell you I'm :
- Serge [Drucker's eyes stuck in the camera], we could not leave without you ... in Bie Ntot, buddy!
Ridicule does not kill more: he is the one on France Television.
Brassens, Gainsbourg, running copyright is launched. Beat drums!
Gilles Verlant in yellow trousers, he must be young, in Drucker sold his junk, and Bertrand Dicale published shortly, February 22, Brassens? Flammarion, with the promise of timely restore some truths - like, hold, highlight " complexity of thought " the singer, to ask questions that upset ...
Was he really left? The haunting refrain. What was his morality? Where he drew his inspiration? ... Will we still be reused around the exhausting debate Two uncles on which certain " fanatics" (dixit Brassens) jumped on him at arm shortened? " In principle, it should do anything to me, [the critics], but when you get a letter from an old lady who tells you: " Sir, since I listened to your song, I'm perfectly desperate e. Now, I wonder if my husband did not die for nothing and what I do, I, on the ground ... " What do you want me to meet him, this brave old lady?" They make me a big head like that! And then there are those who say I am now collaborating ... Yes, a head this big, they make me! "
Prominent cinephile Daniele Heymann has long approached Georges Brassens puisqu'épouse Jean Bertola, secretary of Arts" Jo King. "She suggests Marianne in (12 to 18 February 2011) a good article that is worth all the tributes, thirty years later.
" I remember he was distant and warm, talkative, quiet, charming and modest, he was dressed strangely anachronistic polos of modest suits. I never remember a pair of scissors never touched her hair, that from time to time, a match he burned his bows shorten ... I remember his way of being with animals, cats especially, gestures almost lover, a connivance, a link. Children was different. He watched them with a false posting, a curiosity on the sly. I remember my daughter Stephanie, she was about two years, he carried like a suitcase in catching it by the straps of his overalls, she laughed a lot. One day, as he liked to give nicknames, he called it "Rougnouse," and I had tears in my eyes. Because Rougnous was one of his beloved dogs ... "A friend remembers.
Your memories, Madam, exceed all testing faded because they have the taste of confidence.
Baptist Vignol
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