Le Grand Charles.

Since the demise of the Holy Trinity (Brel, Brassens, Ferré) was also tends to bring out the monster naphtalinisé "Maritie & gilbertcarpentiesque" old glories to build the monument of French song. I always had trouble with that big nozzle Sinatra, but during his franchouillard always had the gift of exasperating me. I have nothing against the author of "The Behême", as an actor I also enjoyed in "Drum", "Metamorphosis woodlice" or "Taxi for Tobruk".

It is the singer who irritates me: Aznavour does not sing, he listens sing! (As Sardou elsewhere, but he, his case is hopeless ...). This lack of spontaneity, sincerity, the fact spend more in my eyes for a doer rather than a real artist. His pathos sub-Chopinien honeyed, his way not to breathe his singing (to believe he is paid by the word) shows that music is not his major concern.

Note that I do not denigrate the man nor his voice, much less those who appreciate it. A majority of my friends are fans and I do not hold it against them ... but at feeding time, they went from Chambolle-Musigny 1er cru Beaujolais nouveau to art in one step, it will teach them!

Jacques Brel said, "there are two kinds of singers, those who have hurt others and those who do not harm others." * I think Aznavour is unfortunately part of the second category of very great professionals, but not humanly interesting.

I would not make my Charles scapegoat, it would be a geographical error. I know I'm not going to get me as friends, too bad, but I like to call a spade a spade.

And as my father said: "Charles the Great" y'en one!

Though? (Chaplin, Baudelaire, Dickens, Mingus, Autumn, Parker, Ray Wood, Bovary, Vanel ...)

* Discorama with Denise Glaser.