It seems death is taking a heavy toll these days.
Aznavour died last Saturday. A great artist, a great composern
a great lyricist.
100% French, 100% Armenian, 100% authentic, witty, a desperate optimist, a humanist.
Saw him on a talk show on Friday evening. He then went for dinner with Jean-Paul Belmondo and died in the night from pulmonary emphysema at the age of 94 (he had given up smoking decades ago).
He sang in different languages, but I heard that the version he preferred of his thit (in France, in 1963 - I was 8 years old and I still remember how it moved the adults around me) was the one by Ray Charles:
And for those who understand French, one of my favourite songs ever, "Emmenez-moi" (1967). As the son of immigrants, that rang a bell the first time I heard it.
An English version (1978). An American Dream ? An old version at least.
Now he must be on his way to an greater land - I don't really believe that, but at least he'll stay in the memories of many people, and will live thoughout a few generations I'm sure