Antoine Dawans

“Born to a mother from Crimea and a banjo-playing father in Belgium, an American colony since the Great War, I have always loved and practiced blues, jazz, rock but with a great love of French poets , writers, singers, my vital natural food. One day, sitting with an electric or acoustic guitar on my knees, harnessed with a harmonica, with Pascal Gutman I sang my repertoire of French songs. Immediately, without pretension, with the stick (stick, piece of wood) I found that all the woods of Brassens and Moustaki guitars, the forest of Gainsbourg piano papers, the stone stones launched by Brel or Ferré could fly away again, just the two of us, like the old troubadours, carrying my songs, our compact commando music, just a voice, harmonica, guitar and stick…”