Jeanne is a day bird hatched in 1985. Flying through the times, we peck as best we can for crumbs of substance, because we have to save these bits of gold…
Marie is a flame bird from 1981, we will make something out of the remaining wood, volcano, fireworks…
Jeanne and Marie met one fine morning on the red wire of the last power line of the year 2011; and since then, perched up there, from the fourth floor of the voices of the world, they observe and seize and joke and tell. It bluffs by inventing languages, it confides, children, parents, the lives of weasels, insomnia, girlfriend Emily…
Clever birds, when people pass by, they undress and dress their souls with the charm of lost elegance.
Wearing high and laughing generously, JeanneMarie is this duo of winged young ladies who are both noble and good-natured, curious and refined, precious and natural. That a 21st century Olivier Maessian finally leans on their singing, name of a mezzo!
It seems that we already have traces, like this phonogram from 2014 “Les chansons polyzyglottes”.
And then we talk about the new recording of the reckless ornithologist Grégory D’argent, who manages to approach them, tame them, record them: incredible songs, golden braids swayed by all kinds of beats from Africa and elsewhere .
Release scheduled for 2022, soon, for your ears…
Anne Sylvestre, mother for the tits, left us recently.
She leaves us with JeanneMarie, as with the next generation.
(JeanneMarie, seen by Paul Barbieri)