Dick Annegarn

Dick Annegarn rehearsing in Studio Bleu, Paris, Sept. 30th 2014.
Dick Annegarn rehearsing in Studio Bleu, Paris, Sept. 30th, 2014.

The voice of a mountain, a barefoot mountain, a swaying mountain. Dick Annegarn rises above the Nether Lands, its four imaginary borders between Holland, Belgium, Morocco and France. The man fills Paris Olympia Hall on a whim, only to turn his back on success, returning to the streets where he feels at home. Souchon, Bashung, Bénabar and Arno pay him tribute, but they’re no family for the baby elephant. Just like his accent, his talent is his own, and he remains accountable only to himself. He’s back, solo, laying it all on the line, whisking us far away to where his delirious notes play round those mountain peaks.

Voix de montagne, montagne aux pieds nus, montagne qui tangue, Dick Annegarn se dresse en No Land, frontière imaginaire entre Hollande, Belgique, Maroc et France. L’homme remplit l’Olympia quand ça lui chante puis tourne le dos au succès, retourne à la rue où il se sent chez lui. Souchon, Bashung, Bénabar, Arno lui rendent hommage ; ça n’offre pas pour autant une famille au bébé éléphant. Comme son accent, son talent n’appartient qu’à lui, il n’a pas de compte à rendre. Il revient, solitaire et entier ; nous emmène en tournée sur ses notes fêlées, loin de tout ce qu’on connait.
Un sommet à découvrir, ce samedi, au Théâtre 140 à Bruxelles.

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