Gerard Depardieu paid tribute to Barbara and interprets a song written by his son William

Depardieu sings Barbara, it will be an album of 14 tracks, but also a series of concerts in what is one of the most beautiful theaters in Paris, the Bouffes du Nord. In this intimate setting, the actor will honor the one who was his accomplice scene in 1986 in Lily passion and remained her friend. And bear with, A force , the words that his son William had written to the Lady in Black .

“So lonely / Since your departure / Even the bottom is empty / Over meaning anything / You were in my flesh / You were in my blood / More like this in my / Plus myself without you. ” These words by dint of , written by Guillaume Depardieu and sung by Barbara, Gérard Depardieu wanted interpret them in turn. Slowly, almost whispered like a secret, this song is part of a tribute album recorded to that who was his friend (the album due out early this year). The Lady in Black beloved who flew a 24 November 1997. It will soon be twenty years.
From February 9 to 18, Gérard Depardieu will be alone on the stage of the Bouffes du Nord theater, with only a pianist, conductor and arranger Gerard Daguerre who accompanied Barbara for over fifteen years . The latter wanted to ” that continues the path traced by Barbara, continue the adventure .” Then he recorded an instrumental album he did listen to the actor. In the magic of the house of Précy-sur-Marne, where also Barbara repeated every show, Gerard began by singing Nantes , By dint of … and then, quite naturally, as if there, beside him, the singer encouraged a smile, it was my best story , a small cantata, Gottingen … no second decision, no need, the fourteen songs will be written in one breath, raw emotion that makes you goosebumps .
One day, Depardieu wrote to him: ” I just hang up. Your voice is not going to leave me. There is a gold nugget the hollow of my ear for the rest of the day (…) Your voice has always seemed to rise to the sky. Your soul is a sound, a melody. Your words, miraculously materialize. There is that rhyme I love: “Our love will be proud of the cathedral towers. “I swear to you, your cathedral, I saw her, she was in the air in front of me. The song had a power, an incredible force for the small vagabond escaped from Châteauroux, she always brought me in moments darker on the island with mimosas (…) ”