My grandfather used to listen to Frank Pourcel, Maurice Chevalier, and I recall those tapes that played forever during our car trips and that didn’t really make it for me. I remember going to bed one night and finding a Frank Sinatra CD under my pillow – a gift from my mother. My passion for Jazz and the standards begins early in my life and really gets under my skin. Later, bossa-nova follows the same path. Singing songs thar have always been a part of my imaginary is today, more than ever, my way. Even those french singers my grandfather listened to, became, after all, a part of me.
Singing is my greatest need, love is my greatest mystery. Singing about love is the ultimate psicoanalisys!
