I love Veronique Sanson and his songs since the days of my 18 years and the release of his first album. A song, when successful, the fleeting moment of an emotion which can devastate you, console you or make you happy. Véronique Sanson those where life jostle, tenderness and accompanied my sorrows and my joys, my sorrows consolation of love, testified short moments of happiness. In short, a life rhythm, which ultimately is "neither so good nor so bad that believes" (final sentence of Madame Bovary by Flaubert). A confession: they sometimes braided thin but strong thread that clung me to life when it more and I had agreed on a single point failure. In 2009 appeared an integral (all studios and live recordings from 1967 to 2007 and a sum of unpublished) Véronique Sanson. Las! Available at only 1500 copies, it is torn in a few days and I do not consoled me for having failed. Warner Music has returned at Christmas 2010, some 1,000 copies on the market on the occasion of the release of the latest album of Véronique Sanson and I immediately broke my piggy bank to acquire These more than 420 titles in a mode which is not minor constitute a true original musical work, personal. Among the treasures of these albums, a special version of Baiha without electric guitars where the piano has the color of Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven (my Proust's madeleine musical in its interpretation by Gieseking) and an early version of "the night waiting "I personally prefer that the Latin rhythms of his latest album (an album also as personal as deliberately confusing dominated by an extraordinary and provocative shock confession -Qu'on forgive me, written by Violaine Sanson and deserves very bad indeed was). Veronique Sanson is a great artist and this is a true work she has built over the last forty years. Not without putting himself in constant danger. But its weaknesses and its cracks, its boldness and its head shots, their choices and their costs are also ours. And she may not know is that his music is our inspiration, our pleasure and our -parfois- consolation.
