Festival de la Chanson à Texte de Montcuq : Claudine Lebègue chante Dalida

I'm not an imitator and I don't have Dalida's voice. I am, you might say, almost the exact opposite of her. So I am! I like differences, opposites. And the idea of pacing the sidewalks of this extraordinary tragedienne, who sings and speaks in Arabic, Hebrew, Italian and French, straight and dark, of shedding light on the black and white of this veritable disco ball, is a gamble I take with glee and respect. My world of Perfecto Gitanes hoodies and uppercuts will rub shoulders with his in all sincerity. Alexandre Leitao, Milord du branle - poumon will be my one-man band, my Hidalgo with mother-of-pearl buttons, my Gigi. And we'll make Disco flirt with Musette. We'll make the stage rhyme with the street. We'll do, we'll do, we'll do lots and lots of things. And that's it. This show could have been called "Tout Dalida et son contraire". A tribute to the singer, and a tribute to her public too. Her beloved public, who will be able to take part in a few small festivities if they so wish: - Offerings on a small altar with a dedicated minute - General karaoke - Collective dance lit by electric lamp - Extraordinary outfits? I'll also be inviting surprise guests on certain evenings. As fate would have it? naturally.