My dear Occupation,
May 18, 2007 by Yves Duteil
Etched grooves on the secrets of your gardens, the most beautiful fruits ripen in my orchard, and the diamond that collects is my most precious stone. Which of us chose the other, I can not say, but it was a plenary adoption, where I put my heart without emotion in your arms platinum, music, poetry, and cons everything ... It took me a long time to open your path to my songs, without a compass, through the fog of studies, to move between fear of my parents for my future, and these rhymes that never ended in take precedence over reason ... But the long road was a necessary skill. Writing and composing, he must tame the bird cage in your head, steal his best pen, and set her free. Only then, he sings with all his soul. Meanwhile, it is all beautiful and bad meetings, we discover some of the masters and foremen, we take the best measure of what is given us at birth, and what remains to be acquired, to prune constantly up the sketch. Because a song is written more gum than with a pencil, and on the stage, the experience is often to lay aside all artifice to keep only the most authentic emotion, the most sincere. Ta straight line winds between these two moments of truth, writing, and the concert. The rest is also important of course, but the key is there. My best job, how I love you when I hold the right word, when I groove to your music, when hearts are opened in the dark ... I would give everything for the magic moment of the end point, as stolen to the eternity, and I feel privileged to still be true to the dreams of my fifteen years ... Like most of us, I knew fear, the blank page, discouragement, failure and ridicule. But there is always a voice above the others, a voice soft and firm, blowing the true ocean of my excuses to pick up the thread of words on the loom music: Noelle. Weaver-teller, she taught me by example to not fear the silence, but to listen. It was from him that is born of inspiration, it is the jewel of our thoughts, our thoughts, our dreams, and a preview of each of my songs. You're not a profession like any other. No sign no tag your routes, no diploma sanction of your studies plus ten Bach, a title not only draws the horizon of a career, no contest to enter the public ... Only a fierce instinct and perfect lucidity can be yourself face to the experts mow that the talent at the time of the pick. Since the artistic director has given way to the CFO in the corridors of recording studios, your actions are plummeting, your record label based as they merge, copy disks more than they urge , make artists more than they discover. Everyone follows his line, loyal advertisers who request the hearing. After the food chain, radio radiotelephone, keyed to the frequency of our beta waves. The song is rediscovering your worth by compiling the past. Television, which displays the health of a calm sea on a flat screen, pick your future shooting stars in the Michelin Relais et Chateaux, between four walls of glass, to debit their true history of our bank cards.
I had the chance to reach the public ear before the drawbridge not rise on the camera light-filled, silver and gold plated, I can not be confused with you, dear profession where six guitar strings and four words are enough to make hearts beat forever.
And away from the feverish agitation which we stuns music into car parks, shops, railway stations, airports, elevators, telephone and expectations of our ringtones phones, I am sending you this simple letter to thank you for offering me for over thirty years, the privilege to preserve my freedom to write, produce, edit and sing my own heart. Between us is to life, to love. Feel the public "board", find the perfect tempo and stay there with all the musicians through the piece, no metronome, no teleprompter, no preset sequence, just by the magic of shared emotion, receiving in return words of the wave of tenderness that we clouded eyes on the scene, it's time to bless each of you for choosing me among others to be in my place, having opened my heart to these unknowns, and feel at home among them, as within a family. I received from you in terms of career, far more than I dared only dream when I met you. Affection discreet and modest public recognition of my peers, authors, composers and publishers, respect for the profession, the big bunch of these rewards are not sought official, and not denied that one does not, but I could dedicate to my father before he left us, and the miracle of being always present across the generations in the friendship of a loyal and respectful audience ... This insolent luck came at a price, sometimes heavy and painful, but that led us to this island intact invaluable independence, fun and freedom, where the artistic and human encounters are not marred by any false pretense, where every passing moment is the most precious of all ...
I still have the strength, desire, passion.
You cross a storm whose roots and power are unfathomable. The gradual disappearance of your physical media makes you falter on your bases, internet tickle, and this time you'll pull through not only with recipes and internal success angels ... We'll have open ears to the sustainable development of succession and biodiversity of styles, providing a showcase to the excesses of the talent that abounds in the regions, find the balance between the media frenzy and the wall of silence ...
Artists will always be the pillars of the temple. Some have died in floods of inconsistency, others will be shipwrecked on the beaches unpublished. Noah's Ark Festival, independent producers of home studios, radio stations and small local venues will play its role of talent pool, facing the Titanics, the Prestige and the Amoco Cadiz, which will continue to drift on the sea world, staring at the sky in search of a new giant star ...
Do not miss this opportunity to show your wealth, the real, that which makes a verse-chorus image of an era, one that made you love the song for what it is: a piece of Dream composed by love of one for the happiness of all ...
Sitting in front of the apple Dejacques Claude, I contemplate the fruits of this secret garden, as the harvest of a lifetime.
I love you until the end of the road ...
Yves
"I did not know it was my life
I did not know but I wanted
Sing for you to be proud of me for choosing ... "
(Tribute to the passing of a night)
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If no one will ever know that your business or yourself, chose the other, one thing is certain: you have always led and still you lead your job as a great captain leads his ship, braving storms and vagaries of the sea, sometimes alone at the helm. And when you invite us to board your beautiful yacht trip is always extraordinarily magical. We are lulled by the waves of tenderness and emotions that we are going to capsize the heart without ever sinking.
The cruise is always too short, and if it was a little melancholy in returning to the harbor, it was also full of little stars that twinkle in the eye.
So my captain, you can always go ahead, we will, we also always there to pick with you.
Thank you, Yves, all simply to exist and allow us to find ourselves through emotions that you share with us intensely.
As a teacher, I can tell you that a lot of your songs and messages are all sources of inspiration for discussion and sharing in my class ... I will remember your words, a true message of life purely "educational" " The World at the beauty of eye that it poses ... "is a phrase, but so deep ...
You're a true bearer of messages, happiness, emotions ... What a beautiful job!
As you will this force, this desire, this passion, I can add that spark that shines in your eyes, you know we send real wealth drawn from your songs, the fair value of your writings. We learned to love you through what you are, and we never think of you "desaimer"!
And for this I thank you from my heart.
Few words to add ... but we continue to give as a gift, your best words to cure our ills ...
THANK YOU
a profession and a man are one, words that take us into another dimenssion, words that you can rediscover the true meaning of "FREEDOM", an extraordinary journey that we want to continue with you, if there is space on your boat.
vots for the richness of words, I would simply say, but from my heart, THANK YOU MR.
Yves thank you for these beautiful songs.
They make us dream and forget our time
torments
And even if sometimes they stir memories that hurt, it's always a pleasure to be heard.
Dear Yves,
Thank you to exist and to sing for so many years, now you help me tremendously in my work as a disabled person and with my illness, I have to put very heavy treatment, and if I succeed it's because of your melodies for company, then for all that I owe you many thanks.
sometimes in life everything changes, and it only takes one small thing that one believes in the future and the blue sky.
without leaving any gray HLM my tower amid the noise of misery and suffering, I live to the rhythm of your songs, I'm listening as one listens to a brother, father, friend, I've never seen for true, but my heart is telling you thanks for your support in music, and maybe one day to turn a corner I can finally tell you by looking at your beautiful blue eyes BIG THANK YOU MR.
Big Friendly Hugs to you and your wife Noelle so charming.
The bird is no longer a prisoner. He took off and he can sing and delight at leisure.
The words are right, the audience receptive, warm and often chills, sometimes misty eyes, waves of tenderness invade the room.
Unadorned, with just his guitar or piano, Yves sent us his dream and we travel together in song in a universe that we find it hard to leave.
Many other fruits will ripen and we can soon enjoy them.
yves expensive,
It has been necessary for you much love for so long (this is now thirty years since I am the eyes and heart) that I dare to venture on the net!!
I am glad to have you sign and occasionally ...
Your expensive business ... yes, we all had the chance to be there at the right time ... when songs and music of this great adventure. Girl your songs enchanted me: the little wooden bridge, girl, they have shaped me and helped in this thirst to find the good of the universe and beings ... I followed you to the monastery and always realize that you m 'had been as a master (the things we do not say, people of no importance) and now, from Germany, deprived of power as easily go to concerts, I am pleased to inform the board We offer a new album ... I think I owe you this obstinacy in wanting to love anyway ... At the monastery, I discovered an immense light that is always present even more discreet when mom is that I'm tired I m ' there as also found in your songs. I was very touched by "around it" and I send you a wreath of affection for the monastery Noelle ... I sometimes want to take this poor world in my arms to rock him so much pain but I'm God no! Today when I have a child in my arms I think the other children and the inestimable value of the fatigue that connects us ... keep writing as happiness, it is not so obvious and it is good for us to take a short distance from our fatigue or anxiety in song, music, poetry ... and I also read in Panorama:
Thank you very much!
Thank you for coming and our lives intersect. Thank you for your beautiful songs that accompany us since you started. Thank you for this CD for women who honor us and touch us. Blue evening due to a tough job, and that will be even more I fear for the future. To clear my head I find the words to "Little Girl" that I sang to my daughter for her 18th birthday, and tonight I want to write one page photo album (scrapbook) of my little -a 2 year old 1/2. And I came across this blog. Thank you, because I take courage to fight against stupidity and lack of love. Many more things to say. But I will express my gratitude and admiration just tonight.
What a pleasure your words, your findings, your sincerity, your requirement, your perfectionism ... What a talent ...
To read you I feel every bit deep into me.
Thank you
Nicolas Peyrac
Sigrun Schreibmayer
Dear Yves,
it is from the 80 that I know, love and following your songs. I even did some analysis during my university studies, and I can not help but sing myself the most beautiful melodies of Yves Duteil. In addition, I try to show young Germans between 11 and 20 years the eternal beauty of your poetry and your music. I enjoy the strongest possible link between your words and melodies, and - of course - your sincere and fascinating interpretations. In addition, I am pleased to have discovered your homepage with a text that provides proof, Yves Duteil has not disappeared in the mist of oblivion, but he always knows to express his thoughts with most beautiful words. Thank you for your work, thank you for helping me to learn French, thank you for so many hours of tender emotions by listening to your songs. My suggestions for your future? A concert in Germany!
Sigrun Schreibmayer
Hello, dear Yves Duteil,
last few days your singing voice of "Tribute to passing a night" turn myself in the head, reminiscent of teenagers listen unceasingly to a cassette of your songs (there were also "Parc Monceau", "Lucile and dragonflies "...). I do not remember the title of this gem (Thanks Web)!
Thank you for your way of being and your songs, like, soon as I have a little under, I'll buy your album.
Will you sing one day come to Nevers where we live?
Hail
CHD
ps As an inveterate Barbara amorous and knowing that you are side by side in your village Precy, I can not disassociate from you ...