Although her loved ones had warned, we did not expect that seven minutes of delay would produce such distress for Clara Luciani. “Forgive me!” “, she exclaims, confused. Her baby woke up at dawn, then the morning flew by, she apologizes again, breathless. The interview takes place at the Hôtel… du Temps, a stone’s throw from his home, in the north of Paris. The singer has little time, as she is weighed down, at the start of autumn, by a busy schedule. Highly anticipated, his third album, My blood, will be available on November 15. At Christmas the musical will be released in cinemas Pretty pretty, of Diastema, which marks her acting debut. To which is added the “Star Academy”, the TF1 talent show where she has played godmothers since October 12. As well as a long tour which will see her cross France from start to finish, starting on December 17 – two Olympias and one Accor Arena, in particular, are already sold out.
Time has always been the great concern of refrain makers. This is their raw material. Their main enemy, too: in an industry that thrives on novelty, sustainability is a tough job. It’s Clara Luciani’s turn to measure herself against the challenge that any star of her stature faces, as soon as the first successes dissipate: at 32, on what springs can she base her longevity? On his knowledge of Bescherelle, first of all. To ward off the ravages of time, it is better to know how to combine them. Some singers have made it a specialty: no one masters the conditional better than William Sheller, the infinitive than Christophe Miossec, the imperfect tense than Charles Aznavour. Clara Luciani uses the imperative perfectly.
It is in this way that she managed to meet her time, to tell about it. “Be careful/Under my breast, the grenade”, she warns on her first hit, In Grenada (2018), chanted in all feminist processions, following the #metoo detonation. “Come on, breathe again,” she continues on Breathe again (2021), which has become the festive anthem of deconfinement.
“It’s not an album about my son, but for him”
“Roll/Go everywhere/And go further than me”, she urges today with the title Rolled. As on many pieces of My blood, she addresses the child she had a year ago with Alex Kapranos, the leader of the Scottish rock group Franz Ferdinand. She tells him about the bonds – family, friendship, love – that are formed and unraveled throughout life. Mixed blood that flows in these words and these notes: at a time when Europe is stiffening on all sides, in a maddening fever of identity, they resonate like a balm. “My grandson has Corsican, Sicilian, Marseille and Dunkirk blood through Clara, Greek and Scottish through Alex… What a beautiful mix! “, enthuses his father, Jean-Marc Luciani, on the phone. “I read, here and there, that Clara would be less committed… She still is, but in her own subtle way », nuance, more serious, this former bank employee now retired.
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