Monday , March 27 2023

Johnny and David Hallidai: Blues son


Listen again, "The Progressive Motion" by Boris Vian; focuses on the "Sentimental Group" of Alain Souchon. With the retrospective they impose, these wise observers, namely, these poets sing the melancholy of the society that is lost. In an impulsive, compulsive act of buying, they will see great despair.

And it is true that we have become consumer robots to convince a crowd shopping cart, breathless sprints at the beginning of the sale, lovers of material vacuum, who are mumbling during Christmas. We're collecting millions of pixels from our goddamn smartphones that are forbidden by time and spirit. We vote for the one who promises greater purchasing power, and our drawers are already closed.

"Money is a good servant and a bad master," according to the poet Horace.

Johnny Hallidai, bastard, we loved you

It's been almost a year since Johnny Hallidai died, but the legend is still moving. His posthumous album "My Country Is Love" has just exceeded a million copies of the trumpet of those who designed it.

The legend is still moving, yes, and the smell of a scandalous seller who marked the life of rockers. Instead of collecting his family that is more recompensed, instead of trying to conceal damage to life without balance, before joining Presley, Hendrik and others, the idol committed irreparable grief.

Without a word of explanation, without a heart drawn on paper, he crossed his children out of his own will. They are scarce, the soul to a great extent, to ask a thousand questions about the truth of their father's feelings – that mystery against them. Tired at night, survived during the day. Who benefits from this negation?

Family Boudou, Tuche clan Hallidai

Father / son of aunt-a-aunt

David Hallidai sings
David Hallidai sings "My Last Letter" at NRJ Music Avards (Pierre Villard / NMA2018 / SI / Sipa)

Johnny Hallidai released the children of the soul. He left his collective cars, his scattered villas, his extensive furniture, his musical instruments, Christ's cross and all his possessions hidden in the dark confidence of his blue widow, the green eyes of predator eagles beneath his lenses, making him emerald.

Laeticia, the second Hallidai icon

The multiplexed family, now multiply disintegrated, decays. Maybe it should have been – it was around the dining room chair, but on the shiny paper that the bloody conflict spread. Warming up from the crowd.

While rich Laetecia is walking in the hot sand of her purchasing power, her son-in-law, David Hallidai, sings his deep sorrow. He does not look for his exotic plot, least race, favorite star guitar or family photo. He tries to lament the funny guy who was his father by writing, writing, singing.

In "My Last Letter", taken from the album "Last Cry" scheduled for December 7, he imagines the final letter that Johnny Hallidai left him in Jean-Philippe Smet. As a father-and-son, epistolary and life-saving aunt-a-tete.

Because he has a high opinion of what the family is representing, he asked his half-sister, Laura Smet, to not use her talent as a director at the pistol service. Johnny Hallidai appears like a wolf. The poem speaks about the significance of the heritage as a transposition and of that violence, which is a hallucinated victim.

Sophie Delassein

Sophie Delassein

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