The Same.I have a special affection for this type, which sticks to my youth.An author / gifted composer.Anecdotally, the only one whose lyrics make me laugh.And more anecdotally it is thanks to him that sometimes it correctly spelled my first name.In the tender anarchist register (and inspired), there Brassens, he and then nothing.
Ferré, a poet, a madman of words and music.Renaud, what is it?A thin voice, two false notes, three pieces of rhyme and above all this evil guy in his skin that has great affection for himself.
No, not phony, he stated at the end of the song "bobos", in which he actually booed all the categories you mention: "In some ways, I guess ... j'fais that also part of the lot ... the bobooos, the boboos ".
Well I do not miss it Renaud.These songs are finally sanctimonious, hypocritical and lesson-givers.It is a reflection of men of his generation and his camp "Do as I say, not as I do".Building a career on "culture" hoodlum-anarcho-poetic and finish in one of Paris-Match in gray dress for her wedding is the intellectual dishonesty.
Or the inescapable fact that all old world.And if there are those who are disturbed by his songs today is proof that it takes even more.Anyway back then would the conchie you with all the reactionary clique, acknowledge the 😀
Nostalgia and expectation that I disagree with the author.When I was young, I did not like Renaud, false aggressive prolo which the public was recruited invariably among the bourgeois conformists of my comrades. Later in my life, through young artists, I was taken to be with the entourage of her offspring, who lived between Neuilly and the North sixteenth (it is with them that I learned the difference the sixteenth South) and I knew indirectly lot of things about him.This is a human being, with immense weaknesses and big lies, like many of us, but certainly not a hero, at least not for me.
And even with three rhymes can be a beautiful melody.
http://www.lemonde.fr/musiques/article/2015/06/21/renaud-arrive-avec-un-nouvel-album-apres-six-ans-d-absence_4658679_1654986.html
Take a look at this link from the house:
If ca mind, I turn!
Bravos anyway but ... .IT we really miss!
http://www.maah3.com/00%20aa%20%20Zep.htm
Renaud Zenith in 86, I still remember it!
"Hey Manu rent 'home, there's tears in your beer"
I knew that the best known, but apparently I missed a lot of chips.
Holding his guts in his hands.
That of Renaud
Ranging in style
Rend nobliaux
Who tâtèrent of his rhymes
Fled the curved back,
Trembling, pusillanimous.
True to his side
Lambert Infernal,
On his proud steed.
Holding his guts in his hands.
Next door to the bar,
The ghost of Rimbaud,
On his black squire.
On a stormy sea,
With Nicotine,
The brunette soft.
Without sails and drift
Sporting shamelessly
Blood Red Mansions.
By moonless nights
Sometimes in some ports
Appears in the mist,
A silhouette in hand
A wrench,
And a brazen laughter.
Nobs these words
Reeling off their cartridge-boxes ..
Renaud is not extinguished.
Speaking of Voltaire.
Casanova .. but,
Watch your back.
Today chipped
At Echo uniting,
Continues to bring forth.
And in the plain, still resonates
"Casse toi you stink, and walk in the shade. "
"In some ways, I guess ...
j'fais that also part of the lot ...
the bobooos, the boboos ".
Later in my life, through young artists, I was taken to be with the entourage of her offspring, who lived between Neuilly and the North sixteenth (it is with them that I learned the difference the sixteenth South) and I knew indirectly lot of things about him. This is a human being, with immense weaknesses and big lies, like many of us, but certainly not a hero, at least not for me.