Charles Aznavour, Montmartre, Paris, 1959
Charles Aznavour in the streets of Montmartre in Paris, 1959
"That’s the city I was born in, grew older and got the fame. Paris has brought me up, but in some
time, you cannot live with your parents any longer. There comes an age, when you want a nature
instead of the city and crowds. Parisian statues are awesome, but its nature is not so fascinating.
However, there are some olive trees in my window. I changed the grey colour into green one."
time, you cannot live with your parents any longer. There comes an age, when you want a nature
instead of the city and crowds. Parisian statues are awesome, but its nature is not so fascinating.
However, there are some olive trees in my window. I changed the grey colour into green one."
Charles Aznavour
Charles Aznavour in the streets of Montmartre in Paris, 1959
By 15, he was singing in the nightclubs of Montparnasse. At 20, he formed a partnershipwith the pianist Pierre Roche, and started to write songs. “I didn’t think it would be very
difficult to write one chorus and two verses.” His colleagues laughed, “But I came back
with a song for [the singer-songwriter] Georges Ulmer.” The lyric was J’ai bu – a slangy, maudlin love song – and it was a hit. “We won the prize for best record of the year.
We started very early to win prizes. More prizes than money.” (...)
Georges Ulmer, J’ai bu, 1946
Charles Aznavour, 1944 >
That changed in 1946, when the 22-year-old Aznavour was spotted by Edith Piaf,
who invited him to tour with her in the US. “She never gave me any advice,”
says Aznavour with a sly twinkle.
“She gave advice only to the men she loved. But I knew she loved my way
of writing, and that gave me confidence. And she was very funny – not like
she is shown in the movies.”
< Michel Emer, Charles Aznavour, Edith Piaf, Micheline Dax, Roland Avellis, 1951
Even after this early success, Aznavour notoriously remarked of himself: “My shortcomings
are my voice, my height, my gestures, my lack of culture and education, my frankness and
my lack of personality.” What prompted this brutal self-analysis?
are my voice, my height, my gestures, my lack of culture and education, my frankness and
my lack of personality.” What prompted this brutal self-analysis?
“I wanted to know who I was. Before presenting yourself to the public, you have to know
who you are. Your faults and your abilities – and often you should keep the faults, which
can be very spectacular, and avoid some of the good things.
Even now, I’m in search of who I am.”
who you are. Your faults and your abilities – and often you should keep the faults, which
can be very spectacular, and avoid some of the good things.
Even now, I’m in search of who I am.”
Charles Aznavour, Charles Trenet and Jean Cocteau, 1950
The artist and film-maker Jean Cocteau said, “Before Aznavour, despair was unpopular.”
The tradition of French chanson is notoriously melancholic, but Aznavour brought gritty street
drama to his lyrics and his performance. “When I write a song, it is as if I write a scene for
a movie,” he says. “The writing is very precise. If I find one word difficult, I don’t sleep
for nights until I find the right one.
The tradition of French chanson is notoriously melancholic, but Aznavour brought gritty street
drama to his lyrics and his performance. “When I write a song, it is as if I write a scene for
a movie,” he says. “The writing is very precise. If I find one word difficult, I don’t sleep
for nights until I find the right one.
Aznavour at the Olympia music hall in Paris in 1971. Photograph: Michel Ginfray
"Travelling is much more important than performing. To meet other people, to see other cultures –
I’m a curious man. Curious because I want to learn, and curious because I’m a very special
character.”
I’m a curious man. Curious because I want to learn, and curious because I’m a very special
character.”
Charles Aznavour
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16snf9lfJhA
https://lyricstranslate.com/el/je-tattends-i%E2%80%99m-waiting-you.html
Je t'Attends / Charles Aznavour / 1963
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