The blog of Yves Duteil Share

Ingrid Betancourt is alive, we learn from a former hostage who had met her five attempts to escape ... A march of determination has gathered hundreds of people Wednesday, May 23 between Notre Dame and the City of Paris at the initiative of the family of Ingrid. The struggle continues for his release and that of the 3000 hostages held in Colombia.

http://www.betancourt.info/indexFr.htm

One day, my songs have crossed your life, and you have written me. Today is for me to answer ... the Internet is more than a screen between us is also a thread that connects us. I never stopped singing, writing. And if the discretion of a stage career and pen accommodates under the glare of arc lights, it finds its place in the intimacy of a letter, in a hushed exchange is more conducive to confidence , confidence. We have corresponded many thousands of letters ...

And here is the Blog ... Instant personal, reactive, it can erase the simple click of a phrase I keep hearing "we do not see many ..." and you can follow the concert, the announcement of next album of original songs for January 2008, a forthcoming series of concerts in Paris. The list shows the province is in the blog. Reviews I write each month in the magazine "Panorama" in four years there are also, as details of associations to which I support, the lyrics of all songs with music clips, download, and soon scores online, humorous, and feedback. And even more, because everything remains to be invented ...

Since we are always connected. This is probably what allowed me to continue writing, producing. Your favorite letters show. The concerts are always moments of intense emotion shared.

The showcase of songs evolve. Our job, changing, changing shape, means of communication. The "information, less massive, is even more true, more direct and authentic. Internet compensates a little melting tanks at radius "discs". However, I've never felt so free, so happy to sing, write. Pleased to announce the birth of the "blog part", we are again in contact.

To date, I am currently completing the writing of the new album. Soon I'll record it and I'll tell you in as and the adventure of this creation, in taking online dir Publishing House, excerpts from concerts, videos "Blog Special" ...

As craftsman, my dear love art,
I still ...

Unconditional release.
As soon ...

Yves

www.laurettefugain.org

Viewed from inside, walking for Laurette Fugain this May 20 was impressive for its mobilization, she exuded positive energy and beauty of the procession. Nothing seems to initiate the determination of hundreds of volunteers and thousands of friends came to support the association's fight against leukemia ... A touching moment to extend the association by joining ...

Yves

Grooves etched on your secret gardens, the finest fruits ripen in my orchard, and collect the diamond is my most precious stone. Which of us has chosen the other, I can not say, but it was a plenary of 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 way to my songs, without a compass, through the fog of education, to advance from the fear of my parents for my future, and these rhymes that never ended in take precedence over reason ... But this long road was a necessary skill. For writing and composing, he must tame the bird in a cage in your head, steal his finest pen, and give him his freedom. Only then, he sings with all his soul. Meanwhile, it is all good and bad meetings, we discovered some of the masters and overseers, it is a better measure of what is given at birth, and what remains for us to acquire, to prune constantly up the blueprint. For a song written more than with a pencil eraser, and on stage, experience is often to throw off the whole trick to keep only the emotion most genuine, sincere. Your straight line winds between these two moments of truth, the writing and the concert. The rest is also important of course, but the essence is there. My best job, as I love you when I hold the right word when I groove on your music, when hearts open in the dark ... I would give anything for the magic moment of the end point, as stolen to eternity, and I feel privileged to still be faithful to the dream of my fifteen years ... As most of us have experienced fear, the blank page, discouragement, failure and derision. But there is always a voice above the others, a gentle voice and firm, which blows the truth, the ocean of my excuses, to reopen over the words on the loom music: Noelle. Weaver-teller, she taught me by example to stop fearing silence, but to listen. From it comes the 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 will tag your itinerary, no diploma does not endorse your study of Bach plus ten, not a title does not draw the horizon of a career, no contest can not enter the public ... Only a fierce instinct and perfect lucidity allow to remain oneself in front of the experts who mow talent at the moment to pick. Since the artistic director has left his place at CFO in the corridors of recording studios, your shares are down dramatically, your record label based as they merge, copy discs more crowded than they , produce more artists than they uncover. Each follows its course, loyal to advertisers who seek hearing. After the food chain, radio radiotelephony keyed to the frequency of our beta waves. The song is rediscovering your credentials by compiling the past. Television, which displays the health of a slack water on a flat screen, picks up your future shooting stars in the Michelin Guide Relais & Chateaux, four glass walls, to debit their true story about our credit cards.

I had the chance to reach the public ear before the drawbridge not rise on the camera light-filled, silver and gold plate, I can not be confused with you, dear job, where six guitar strings and four words are enough to make hearts beat forever.

And far from the feverish music stunned us into car parks, shops, railway stations, airports, elevators, telephones and expectations of our mobile ringtones, I am sending you this letter just to thank you providing me for over thirty years, the privilege of preserving my freedom to write, produce, edit and sing in my heart. Between us, it is life, to love. Feel the public on Board, finding the perfect tempo and keep it together with the musicians through the piece without metronome, without teleprompter, without preset sequence, just by the magic of shared emotion, receiving in return words the wave of tenderness that fogs our eyes on the scene, it whenever you bless me from among many to be in my place, having opened his heart to all these unknown and feel at home among them, as within a family. I have received from you, in terms of career, far more than I had dared only dream when I met you. Affection discreet and modest public recognition of my peers, authors, composers and publishers, respect for the profession, a great bunch of official rewards are not sought, and not denied that we do not, but I could dedicate to my father before he leaves us, and the miracle to be ever present across the generations in the friendship of a loyal and friendly public ... This insolent chance came at a price, sometimes heavy and painful, but that led us to this island intact invaluable independence, pleasure and freedom, where human and artistic encounters are marred by any false pretense, where every moment that passes is the most precious of all ...

I still have the strength, desire, passion.

You cross a storm with roots and power are unfathomable. The gradual disappearance of your physical media makes you waver on your databases, internet tickle, and this time you'll get not only with recipes for success and inner angels ... We'll have open ears to the sustainable development of the succession and biodiversity of styles, providing a showcase for the excess of 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 stranded on the beaches unpublished. Noah's Ark Festivals, independent producers, home studios, radio stations and small local venues will play its role as incubator of talent, given the Titanic, the Prestige and the Amoco Cadiz, which will continue to drift over the seas world, staring at the sky in search of a new giant star ...

Do not miss this opportunity to show your wealth, the real one, which is a verse-chorus image of an entire era, 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 Claude Déjacque apple, I see the fruits of this secret garden, as the harvest of a lifetime.

I love you until the end of the road ...

Yves

"I knew it was my life

I did not know but I wanted

To sing for you to be proud for having chosen me ... "

(Tribute to the passing of a night)

A meeting, an artistic adventure, a song together ...

Michael wrote me a beautiful letter in 2003, and a dozen of our fellow artists, we propose to embark with him on an adventure to create an album that we would do the texts, which he composed the music . A unique approach, unpublished ...

An excerpt from his letter:

"I felt like the obvious brotherhood that unites us. I realized with genuine emotion quedepuis 35 years (...) we rubbed shoulders on TV trays, on air or in events where we can escape, without us really knowing, but knowing each other and recognize a good song. What a great bunch of top names you are! And what a mass of talent you represent! What songs are born of your happiness, your suffering or your trouble.
So congratulations and thank you!
I am proud to have been at your side, this common core of popular culture of our country. I think it is time to put a climax to my score. I would like this highlight is a tribute to you. The only way I make you this tribute is still doing the only thing I can do: music and songs, my hook and loop singing a text from each of you. It will take time it takes. For this album is unusual, I imagine that excellence. It's a small thing given the value of your gift ...
If I want to talk to you, call us, we see, clowns, drink, déconnons, even if only to recoup some lost time. (...)

I greet you affectionately.
Michel "

It was called, it was seen, much has been made, exchanged and ... I sent my text to Michael, as a response to his letter ...
The album comes out. It is called "Bravo and thank you."

www.michelfugain.com
www.bravoetmerci.com

CONGRATULATIONS AND THANKS

You griots, you artists
From here and elsewhere
Our companions Tour Track
Our friends, our sisters,

All Pierrots moonless nights
Whose joys, the woes
Did the great nights of our lives
Bravo and thank you

You have to board the ship
For us, it's gold
Like a child who has just opened
The treasure chest

You hang on our silences
The rainbow of your differences
Who lit the heart of the night
Bravo and thank you

Even in the most tragic moments
The fist in the words
It feels music flow through your
Honey and water

For this desire in your belly
You into battle
At lost heart, always higher
Thank you and bravo

You offer great joys
Laughter, tears
As they put flowers in bunches
Gift bouquets

For we still on her lips
So many masterpieces of goldsmith
You set the bar very high
Respect and hat ...

It is true, it goes without saying
But it gets better by singing
It's in your air that we breathe
The most beautiful perfume of spring

You the top names in writing
Always in the kitchen
You continue your adventure
Flower pen

Since at the end of this trip
We will pack up
And leave quietly
Each to his life

For the songs and the rest
The beauty of the gesture
The plume and poetry
The humor, madness

Upon winning the broad
It would not turn the page
Boarding without saying these words
Thank you and congratulations

Upon winning the broad
It would not turn the page
Humbly, without telling
Congratulations and thank you
Congratulations ... and thank you.

(Lyrics Yves Duteil, Michel Fugain Music)