Johnny Hallyday, Pierre Bachelet, Joe Dassin, Alain Barrière, Francis Cabrel, Michel Sardou, and Jean-Jacques Goldman will never know how much they inspired my own romantic endeavors. They found the words, and all I had to do was use them at the right moment. Humming their melodies has often served as a substitute for tenderness.
“All the music I love comes from there, it comes from the blues”… The “distanced” sorrow, the scalded hope. With experience, one resigns oneself to the fact that “sometimes, even giving everything is not necessarily enough”… “Feminine as the life of a man, from the first day to the last glass of rum; Feminine as virility, Feminine as all my wounds”…
Fortunately, I had the privilege of getting to know Mahaleo, Lôlô sy ny Tariny, Érick Manana, Vahömbey, Rossy, Solo, and Rija Ramanantoanina, whose words and music I also borrowed for purposes I shall not confess here. At least to them, I can say thank you. As a matter of conscience…
But what an ungrateful task this is! A photograph, a drawing, or a guitar chord speaks so much better than the laborious lines of a scribe. So, even though I was once reluctant to copy-paste into our austral winter solstice a Fête de la Musique that celebrates the boreal summer sun, one must ultimately see in this solitary initiative by French Minister of Culture Jack Lang—who officialized it in 1982 before the concept became global—a tribute to these rhapsodists. Bards whom we willingly invite without their knowledge. And without copyright fees.
Nasolo-Valiavo Andriamihaja
Captured & Published at: 2026-06-19 12:30:13 (Madagascar Local Time EAT)
Original Source: https://www.lexpress.mg/2026/06/toute-la-musique-que-jaime.html