“
You know, I sing very out of tune.
On the other hand, I play the guitar very badly
», Said the young Renaud in the 1970s. Poulbot cap on his head, and accordionist by his side, he sang the ditty in the courtyards of buildings in the 14th arrondissement of Paris. Fifty years later, the Philharmonie de Paris is devoting a remarkable retrospective to the “annoying singer”. Sacrilege! we would have heard in the 1980s. Today, it is all the generations who stroll peacefully in front of his school notebooks, his first novel, “The Investigation of Commissioner Maigrelet”, written at 10 years old, the photos of the Ballon red in which Renaud as a child appears with his brother, an old Motobécane, the replica of the arumbaya fetish, a clutch by Coco Boer, the golden studs writing Lolita on the back of a leather jacket.The rebel with blond hair has become an element of popular heritage, the anarchist criticizing the weakness of those who inhabit "France"
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