"The Blue Note ..." (Claude Challe)
On April 7, 2008 by Yves Duteil
Twelfth (and last) from the album "(fr) agile" ...
Claude Challe ...
I dove in his "Manuscripts" (Textual Ed), traveled the wealth and generosity of his inspiration, more ideas ... I have been inhabited by his writings, drafts, its erasures, the portraits drawn of a trait, one highlighted word, and I traveled in his footsteps as from a brother of the pen. Beyond the beauty of the images, the words resonate deep song, embrace jazz, blues, Brazil, Africa ...
"Toulouse", what masterly work. Hard to write after that ... To honor him, I redid my song ten times. Art Mengo is complicit, too, for music ...
"Strange,
This felt like an angel,
A brother of universal pen
And seek the same spark
Of Occitan language beautiful ...
The Blue Note, the right word, in perfect harmony. "
(Yves Duteil Lyrics, Music Art Mengo / Yves Duteil)
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Hello,
another level, tribute to a great man ...
Only a few days and we will have the album!
You'll soon be stressful for a good cause;
friendship, Philippe.
Dear Yves,
Tribute, softly, like blue and pink!
I will think very hard tonight you tous.Il there will be in the room that everyone will have happiness and share!
Although affectueusement.Annick.
Dear Yves ...
And here April 7 is finally here ...
For you, it is a birth-night, and I want to say that I think highly of you.
You must be excited, febrile, deeply happy to offer us the harvest of your work tonight ... I will accompany you in thought, because since February 5, or you've put the first single from the album to date, I really feel that they have lived for two months to the rhythm and pleasure offered excerpts and comments. This is a great way to put us "shared" with the feeling of experiencing something deu over time, as if they had lived in the same place, together, as in a musical training, and qu'aujourd 'Today, we had to leave.
The Olympic flame, in total contradiction with the plan that the door and gives life, seems to pale ... You, your new songs shine and illuminate even more because they are tainted by any contradiction. You are deeply what you write and defend, it is rare, it's big, it's beautiful ...
The Blue Note, this last song, I love it when I have listened to an excerpt. Music and original lyrics in search of an identity "apart" to tell Claude your admiration. What a beautiful diamond placed on top of those songs that will brighten the room tonight, and the hearts in the homes and houses. Love is ... a house can be a little more when your songs to sing ...
Sing well tonight ... we look, we listen, we hope to palpitons
loving kisses ... we love you
Dan
And now come to an end that extracts, again with music so beautiful Art Mengo! a very moving tribute!
Yves Good evening,
What a beautiful tribute to Claude Challe that you extracted it has to offer. I love it!
However my preference is to another title that I was particularly touched, moved, for reasons very special too.
Another week to wait to finally own and enjoy your cd.
I can not wait, can not wait.
Thank you to you and Noelle.
Dear Yves,
TOULOUSE, this marvel of Nougaro!
I like a song of this quality
for my city of Perigueux I love so much.
The top NOUGARO will listen to your song
and he will love
big kisses
Dear Yves,
The latter song, already a little savored on RTL, deserves a personal interpretation and yet very real what I feel.
The music, full color night blue with beautiful stars, and the text that comes to rest naturally and that trip to Claude Challe who can not help but perceive it. I hope that Nicole Croisille will be sensitive to this song. For you are the only two artists who sing Claude Challe. Nicole Croisille she has made over?
When you listen to these songs, you can not imagine the work involved, because each disk does not change my reaction is obvious!
Congratulations and thank you to Martine for her contribution to this song not to mention Noelle.
Thank you to all your wonderful family!
Very affectionately.
Nicolas
Dear Yves
I feel that this CD will mark the second one "turns" in the evolution of your creation.
All of these weaknesses, you are translating so well hidden force: the resilience, "agile" to bounce
Thank you to all those who love you for giving you the urge to want "to do this CD
I kiss you
Annie
Good evening YVES
It's been a week since I listen to (fr) agile. This CD still upsets me as much passage.L every emotion is at its peak before the poetry, still beautiful (even more beautiful)
before mankind the generosity of the texts which explodes
It's great art (we have used might be!) To dare to address some difficult issues, this façon.C is beauty in its purest form, this beauty is essential to life
Yves thank you for this gift, Thanks to exist without you would be missing a piece in the puzzle of our hearts
Lots of big kisses to share with your Noëlle
Annie
Good evening
There are supposedly strong, who look down on the
so-called fragile, while they themselves, hiding a
fragile;
and often the so-called fragile face of adversity
Show first, they have great strength
indoor.
Love and kisses
Annie
As ANNIE I was very touched by your songs from the first listen to your CD.
The range of emotions I would give you the notes of the rainbow as your texts affect our feelings and our hearts.
As a "young" grandfather (49 years), I listen to loop your first text dedicated to All Saints as I embrace your wonderful Christmas.
Heartfelt thank you for offering us the pleasure of being invited into the harmony of your states of being and thank you for your courage in the struggle that your wife and yourself to your ladder to lead the struggle of our fellow Tibetans . Each wall that stands against the salvation of humanity is destined to fall, you are of those who contribute tirelessly to make it better.
Hats off YVES!.
Denis.
I was lucky enough to know Claude: he came to tell us Cuckoo Lapin Agile in Montmartre as he lived Avenue Junot. It was easily we submitted its superb text or listening to ours. Claude was a great little man, but of respect and finesse. Talk about today is still an emotion, despite all the time since ...
Christiane (from Tours to present). In addition, I suffer the same disease prevailed and I feel even better.
A little quirky, isolated in the immensity of the Landes, the 21st Festival of Musicalarue Luxey full swing this Friday, August 13, 2010, outdoors, blue light is the end of the day (8:15 p.m.) to "Scene Poplars "the excitement that comes from this festival, this pilgrimage hits me and reminds me of a story by Maupassant. Then, quietly sat down on the gray sand in front of the poplars and the scene in a resinous aroma, gently waiting Art Mengo and the beginning of his show ... "the blue note (...) Without knowing it."
Punctual, dressed in a white shirt and jeans, it naturally comes into play with his musicians: Lionel Suarez on accordion, piano and Lionel Lionel Suarez Suarez in Cajón flamenco. Silence. In a topped tree, a couple of blackbirds was located. The vacuum before playing, and go!
Maybe a little embarrassed - folk poetry is of all places - by the comings and goings of the audience, immediately joined the Art Mengo gives a strange feel to live in the undergrowth of Luxey and welcome any the world, bright piano, acoustic guitar and small percussion, it seems to do everything with ease. Fairies are his accomplices used to attend Claude Challe is true poetry is important to him (again echoes can be heard).
In Luxey, I'm a summer evening when the poplars shiver! In Latin lux, lucis, "light" which enables to see clearly. Tonight, at most I am, what I listen to the most essential, before my very being.
Craft songs with Art Mengo, I'm there, it speaks to me, the image of "I woke fragile" is pregnant, is the emblem, it opens my ears the sound quality of Piano Lionel Suarez hit me on the air: deep amber, delicate music that's taking his time, who takes my hand in friendship, so in this wonderful book, Art Mengo play some songs from the same bill as Little Poucet stones to signal its way through the Landes forest, "New Ark", "Bagatelle" (repeated loudly by the audience), "I take upon myself," "Free subject" (presentation of "his" musicians while assistance hums with pleasure), "Life in a castle", "In a year and a day", "letter to Milena," "I'll hand", "I love you Ms. Love" "The fragrance of his life," "The sea does not exist", "Speaking of Love," "New York loves our", "Tomorrow, tomorrow", "The Hammock" and so on. In short, a directory that never wilts and gives rise to poetry for 1:15, It is! it makes sense! the music unfolds with the accordion Lionel Suarez, it shines, the two artists resonate together, exalting one another; what matters to them is the rhythm, tempo, space opens poplars, gives off good vibes. An open space is given to me! He speaks to me and most importantly, I feel something behind the notes. I feel at home.
There is no concealment with Art Mengo, he sings to sing, sing his fingers, I left a trace, and indeed it is more precise, it's beautiful. It weighs each agreement on a scale of a goldsmith. It's a bit he shows me who I am, what I own. I swim in his music, his poetry I take refuge, I hide my head, I myself envelope ...
The texts speak for themselves. "The sea does not exist" is a song Taoist, near the great Chinese philosopher, Lao Tzu. So it is in the most extreme effort, there is no apparent effort in his songs. However, things are not simple: thinking and feeling are closely intertwined. Art Mengo said things profoundly beautiful with the most simple possible, as if he took pains to prevent them from being noticed. More music decreases at the end of his pieces, the more I take exception.
Elusive and twirling in the twilight, free like a swallow in the skies of the Landes, that the spectacle of Art Mengo: the bias of the lightness and flight. It may be "The wind ... light"? "Bagatelle! "Itself at the forefront of poplars, knows the music ...
The day goes down, I go the concert, happy, a kind of peace came over me with his notes in my backpack, his words full pockets and slung my soul, emblem, so dense, essentially indescribable, the "Letter Milena "impresses me; an incredible charm comes from this song.
With this artisan's dream, is just the song. Silence reigns at present. Parking country. Suddenly, the image of an owl blinded by the light of my headlights is given to me to see. Never have I felt more
light! This will remain a souvenir delicious! "I still have much more to sing, to create" seems to shout the swallow in the sky and the wind of my thoughts. "Come on, kiss me again, kiss me again ..."
Goodbye, Art Mengo.
Thierry